A few more minutes, and I had the distinct pleasure to fully experience and delight in the feeling of Nadia's vagina around me as she pressed herself down on me with the start of her second orgasm since we'd cleaned up together. As the waves of pleasure coursed through her body, I amplified them by arching my hips up so that my pubic bone pressed against hers -" applying pressure to her clitoris, and intensifying her pleasure and the tightening around my cock.
If I hadn't already had my arms mostly around her, she would have fallen over backwards when her release had tapered off; I was able to support her body as she told me "After two of those so fast, I'm too damn tired to keep going – you're going to have to take over for a while -" between gasps for air.
Managing to keep the two of us coupled, I was able to guide her to lay down on the bed after I got my legs tucked under me and out of the way. A little more re-positioning of myself, and I was able to begin slowly sliding myself in and out of her while she moaned her pleasure. I was essentially sitting on the bed with my legs folded next to me, which meant that my hands and arms were free -" which lasted only until I began caressing her body between bouts of playing with her breasts – gently squeezing them, rolling her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, softly pinching and pulling on her nipples, and trying to memorize the size and feel of her areolas with my fingertips, among other things. I would also ease a hand between us so I could brush my thumb across her clitoris, or firmly press on it in time with my thrusts into her. In short order, her head was tossing and her hair flying as I fanned the flames of her lust and desire.
The faint swaying of her firm breasts as I repeatedly plunged myself into her was an appealing sight, and I eventually gave in to the urge to get my lips on her young mammaries again. When I fastened my mouth on the peak of one of her breasts, her groan of pleasure was deep and long; sucking on it while carefully "chewing" on her nipple enticed her into generating an assortment of throaty sounds of increasing arousal.
As nice as Nadia's tits were, the position I was in was a little awkward; when my back began to complain, I sat up again and went back to simply playing with them (and her body, and her clitoris) as I continued sliding my erection in and out of her. With my strokes being slower and longer than her movements on me had been, it took a bit more time for her to begin to approach her next climax -" which gave me that much more time to enjoy the feeling of burying my hard cock into the tight, wet, and almost hot casing of her womanhood as my bedroom was filled with the sounds and smells of our coupling.
Once again, there was no doubting when she was getting close to having another orgasm -" the regular tightening of her vagina around my pistoning penis was a clear signal that she was approaching her release. As tired as she'd been after having two orgasms fairly close together already, I didn't think I'd better do anything to prolong or intensify the next one. Instead, I simply continued thrusting in and out of her in the same rhythm that I'd been using.
Over the course of the next few minutes, Nadia's climax moved steadily closer; when it finally arrived, she nearly screamed as the accumulated pleasure found a release. She all but convulsed with the first wave of it as she got almost painfully tight around me before the cycle of tighten-loosen-tighten-loosen took effect. The addition of more of her juices as she continued to climax were more than could fit in the little bit of her vagina that wasn't filled with my cock – each time I pressed myself into her, I could feel the surplus escape her to try and soak into our pubic hair -" and when that was saturated, to be spread onto my balls, and even my thighs.
When she got her breath back again, I was surprised to hear her softly command "Stop. Please stop."
I did, of course, and was looking down at her in concern as she told me "If we keep going like this, I'm afraid the next one will kill me – that one was bigger than the other two together. Going slower like this just lets it build up even more before I orgasm. Is there any way you can be in me that lets you move faster? Even if you finish before I do, it'll be okay, 'cause I still really like having you in me."
Lowering my body to bring our heads closer, I softly kissed her before answering "Of course we can do that. Really, I'm not trying to kill you with sex!", trying to draw a smile from her.
I did, before she told me "No, I know you're not trying to kill me -I'm just enjoying this a whole lot more than I thought I would -" or could. If I keep going to bed with you, I'm going to have to start working out or something, to build up my stamina, is all. What do you want me to do?"
I kissed her again, then told her "If you can get on your hands and knees, I'll get behind you and we can do it that way."
She considered it for a second, and I saw a gleam in her eye when she asked "That's the same way dogs do it?"
I nodded, and she went on "I always have gotten excited when I saw that -"
I eased myself out of her, making her blush furiously when there was a loud squelching noise as I pulled free. She rolled over and got to her hands and knees before looking over at me and asking "Like this, right?"
"That's it", I assured her before getting up and knee-walking my way behind her. There was no way I wasn't going to take a few seconds to enjoy the view I had of her -" her delightful ass and firm thighs surrounding the dark wedge of her pubic hair, which was cleaved by the glistening lips that bracketed the opening between them. I was brought out of my reverie by her wiggling her butt at me as she plaintively asked "Please?"
Moving close, I levered my erection down and got it wedged against the entrance to her vagina. As wet as both of us were, I was able to bury myself in her in a single slow thrust after putting my hands on her hips. She tilted her head back and softly moaned as I again filled her with my manhood.
From having my cock all the way inside her, it didn't take long for me to begin pistoning myself in and out of her again. With the change in position, I was able to move farther and faster, which had her responding more quickly in return. Looking down, I could see as the tight ring of her opening was pulled away from her when I slid myself out, only to disappear again when I reversed direction. I also saw that the rosette of her anus was shiny with the overflow of her lubrication, and had to give myself a stern lecture to keep from finding out how she'd respond if I tried anything with that part of her.
Able to move more freely, I was able to find my pleasure more easily as I continued to cycle my erection in and out of her -" and as my pleasure increased, so did my enthusiasm. Remembering how she'd reacted the first time, I wasn't the slightest bit reluctant to let myself go more and more – trusting that she'd let me know if it got to be too much.
Instead of being too much for her, it only seemed to stimulate and arouse her even more as I thrust myself into her with gradually increasing force. Several minutes passed with her lust and desire growing steadily before I felt the first squeeze of her vagina around my penis. Knowing that she was almost certainly going to climax again only added fuel to the fires of my passion, prompting me to penetrate her even faster and harder – and increasing her passion apace.
In a race that can't really be "lost", I stuffed as much of myself as I could into Nadia even as my cock began erupting -" and just barely ahead of the start of her fourth and last orgasm. Each spray of my semen into her was matched by her vagina clamping around me, and then relaxing slightly. By the time it was over, I knew that I was done for the night -and quite possibly the next day, too -" it was simply that powerful and intense.
Nadia slowly lowered herself so that her butt came to rest on her heels as she let the rest of herself lower the rest of the way to the bed. I stayed with her, keeping my deflating penis inside her and covering her body with mine. That left my head just a little "below" hers, leaving me free to begin applying kisses to her shoulders, and the back and sides of her neck every so often -" letting her know that I still cared about her, and how good she'd made me feel.
A couple of minutes went by before she quietly said "Dear god, if anybody had told me that I'd not only have an orgasm the first time I had sex, but go on to have four more before the night was out, I'd have thought they were crazy. But here I am, after having enjoyed every god-damn minute of it. If this is what happens when people love each other, then the rest of the world has*got* to get it's act together and try this -" there is no way in hell that anybody could have a war while they're feeling like I do right now."
Having gotten my breath back (mostly), I chuckled before telling her "I think maybe this is one of the reasons that Janet and I don't fight -" the 'make up' sex would be too much!", making Nadia laugh briefly.
A minute or so later, she told me "I can tell you're going to slip out of me any second now. The way I feel, it'll be all I can do to lay down and try not to leak all over everything -" so I'd appreciate it if you could get me a towel or something so we don't have to sleep in some huge puddle tonight."
Laughing, I answered "Yeah, I can do that."
As predicted, it wasn't but a few seconds before my penis slipped free of her. I hurried to get off of her so she could lay down, then just as quickly made a quick dash to the bathroom for a towel. Back in my room, I saw that Nadia had found the energy to tilt her pelvis up, dramatically slowing the flow of my semen out of her. When we'd gotten the towel situated to her satisfaction, I made a more relaxed trip to get a warm damp washcloth and hand towel. In my room again, Nadia tried to protest when I began wiping her off, but she didn't have the energy to do anything about it. After I'd washed and dried her from knees to navel, I calmly did the same for myself before taking everything to the laundry hamper, followed by a side trip to get cold sodas (a couple each) for us.
Setting the sodas on my night table, I got back into bed with Nadia and moved to snuggle with her -" earning myself a pleased smile and sigh of happiness. When I put my hand on Nadia's belly, she quickly moved it to her breast and put her hand over it to hold it there.
We stayed like that for several minutes before Nadia told me "I knew you loved me – I mean, after how nice you were that night, and the way you made me feel so good, and everything. And then I asked you if you'd be the first guy I was with, and you said you would, and you made it*so* nice and right for me. Then, after all that, you made love with me again, and made me feel so much better than I could even imagine. I still know that we're not going to be boyfriend and girlfriend, but that's okay because I know that you still love me -" and how much. And even better, I know why you love me – and it's not because of what we did tonight. Ever since you and Janet told me why you love me, I've been thinking about it; I know what kind of person I am, and what kind of person I want to be – and I've started trying to be that person. Some of my other friends have already told me that I'm different, somehow, and they like me better, so I know that I'm getting it right. My parents are happier with me, too, 'cause I gave up some of the friends that they didn't like when I realized what those people were really like. I'm even happier that Janet and I are best friends, because even just being around her, I'm learning how to be a better person. Then when I talk with her about stuff, she helps me understand things. She never, ever tells me what she thinks I should do; she just helps me figure out what's really important to ME so I can decide better. Both of you are so nice to me, I don't know how I can ever pay you back for all the things I've learned from you, or all the good you've done for me."
"If you don't mind hearing something our Mom and Dad say?", I asked.
"Of course not!"
"Instead of trying to pay back me or Janet, see if there are other people that you can help understand what you've gotten from us. You were willing to listen to what we had to say about loving people, so when you find someone else that's interested, explain it to them."
She turned her head to look at me, and solemnly said "I will, Danny. I promise."
In response, I just kissed her and got a smile in return.
A few minutes later, I asked her "Did you want to clean up before we go to bed? It's fine with me if you don't."
She considered it for a few moments, then answered "Yeah, a*quick* rinse would make me feel better." After giving me the Eye, she added "I GUESS it would be okay if you cleaned up with me, if you wanted to -" but you've got to promise to not, like, molest me or anything."
Keeping my expression serious, I asked "If there's no molesting, then what's the point?" -" making her laugh.
With that, the two of us got up and went in to rinse off the rest of the dried residue of our lovemaking. There was some molestation along the way, not all of it by me. We got back to my room, and it was Nadia that observed "This room smells like you've had two or three girls in here, not just one!"
"Yeah – great, isn't it?", I asked, making her blush faintly. Once we were in bed, we quickly got situated with her spooning in front of me; I didn't hesitate to hold her breast in my hand as the two of us fell asleep.
After that night, Nadia began visiting Sis and me more often than she did before. It was usually after school, but the frequency that she and Sis spent the night at her house or ours also increased. If she stayed with Sis, there was a distinct possibility that she'd want to spend some time with me -" if not the entire night, in my bed. The hallway to my and Janet's rooms, and our shared bathroom, went off in a different direction than the one that led back to Mom and Dad's bedroom, his office, and the "spare" bedroom; I don't*know* that Mom and Dad knew that Nadia was spending nights with me sometimes, but it isn't something I'd be willing to bet against, either. But neither of them ever said anything to me or Janet; they wouldn't say anything to Nadia because they'd figure it was her decision as to which bedroom she wanted to be in, and her responsibility to make sure that decision was right for her.
Of course, Nadia wasn't the only one of Sis' friends to visit, or even spend the night. Nor were Janet's friends the only ones; there were several of my buddies that would come over sometimes, too. Just as it was with Sis' friends, the guys that came over got chances to see her in just her bra and panties, and she got to see them. Most of the guys were people that I'd known before starting high school, but some of them were new friends, too; with them, there was a certain amount of explaining on my part before they could really understand that Sis and I were a lot more relaxed with each other than they were with their sisters – and then for them to get used to seeing her.
When a couple of my best friends started bitching and moaning about what passed for sex ed at school, and their ignorance of female anatomy, I naturally inquired as to whether or not Janet would be agreeable to helping them get educated. With the understanding that she had no interest in any kind of additional relationship with them, she agreed. After carefully sounding each of them out about the same things that Sis had to concern herself with, each was separately informed that Janet and I were even more comfortable with each other, and closer, than they'd thought -" then given the opportunity to spend some private time with her. Sis found it amusing that guys that were usually so willing to talk and brag wanted their time with her to be just the two of them, while girls that were a lot less outgoing about such things were more agreeable to being together. Other than making sure they behaved themselves (as in not trying anything Sis wasn't agreeable to), I didn't inquire as to what went on; all I know is that neither guy spent more than a couple of hours with her. Just as my ongoing relationship with Nadia didn't have any impact on Sis and me, neither did the limited time my friends spent with Sis. Janet and I loved each other; neither of us felt any jealousy if the other wanted to share their love with someone else.
When school ended, Sis and I had even more time available, of course -" not just for each other, but our friends, too. It wasn't uncommon for one or the other of us to have a friend or two over for the day; whichever one of us it was, the other would be considerate enough to not intrude -except, perhaps, to see if the other (and guests) were ready for lunch, needed or wanted anything to drink when we got something, and so on.
It wasn't any big deal, then, for Sis to have a couple of friends visiting one day. One of them was Nadia, the other was a girl by the name of Jade Miller. Jade was Eurasian -" her father was an American that had worked in Hong Kong for several years and married a Chinese woman while he was there. The family had moved to our town the summer before, so Jade was "new" to everybody. Sis became friends with her in their shared Physical Education class because none of the other girls wanted anything to do with her (almost certainly due to her incredible beauty, Sis figured). Jade was an example of what happens when the chromosomes of two different ethnicities get together and cooperate: with luxuriously straight black hair that she wore to the middle of her back, a distinct Asian caste to her features, and a naturally pale tan skin tone, that side of her heritage was plain as could be. What I figured were her dad's genetic contribution was that she was also of about average height, trim (but not slender) build, and a bust that I judged was just a trifle larger than Janet's. Not only did nearly all the girls at school avoid her, her unmitigated beauty tended to intimidate the hell out of the guys, further compounding the problem. I'll admit to being thrown by her appearance at first, too; but after she'd visited a couple of times and I started to get to know her a little better, I found that she was intelligent, had a delightful personality and impish sense of humor, and was generally quite pleasant to be around. She also knew that she was attractive, but didn't try to make anything of it.
Nadia and Jade had come over not long after Mom and Dad had left for work, and they and Sis had disappeared into Sis' room. I didn't see any of them all morning, so when it got close to lunch time, I thought I'd check and see if they had any preferences for what to have. I knocked on Janet's closed bedroom door, and when I didn't get an answer after a few seconds, went ahead and opened it. I wasn't anywhere*near* prepared for the sight that greeted me.
Sis was laying on the bed with Jade straddling her head as Janet industriously licked the area between Jade's thighs; Nadia was on her stomach, performing a similar service for Janet. The way they were positioned, I had a clear view of the front of Jade's body -" her generally conical breasts with dark brown nickel-diameter areolas that sported visibly erect nipples. At the base of her abdomen, she had a small narrow triangle of thick, black hair that was parted as a result of her obvious arousal. Jade's hands were cupping her breasts as she teased her nipples; I'd barely had time to take in the sight of them when Jade opened her eyes and saw me. With a loud squeak, she tried to cover her bust and get away from Janet's probing tongue; I immediately apologized and closed the door, then went into the family room with the vision of how Jade had looked before my eyes.
I must have sat there for over half an hour before Sis calmly walked in naked and sat down next to me on the couch. I started to put my arm around her, but she shook her head and told me "We need to talk, first."
Turning myself so that I was facing her more, I waited patiently for Sis to get her thoughts together before she told me "I know that must have been a pretty big surprise, seeing us like that."
"Yeah, it was. I didn't know you liked girls, too", I responded.