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At Long Last Ch. 01

By: like_a_bunny



Leah paid for her lunch and turned to scope out the room. Business men and women crowded the tiny cafeteria, munching on salads and sandwiches and sipping bottled water. Finally her eyes landed on a table in the back corner, where her friend John sat waiting for her. 

Leah O'Toole and John Hall were best friends. They had known each other since they met on the playground at age four, and had been inseparable ever since. They had been in the same class for most of their school years, attended the same college, and now worked in offices just a block away from each other. 

Sometime in middle school, Leah had begun to really notice John. She doodled "Leah loves John" and "Mrs. Leah Hall" in the margins of her notebooks. She treasured pictures of the two of them together, and made excuses to be as physically close to him as possible. 

Her efforts, it seemed, had been in vein. John liked blondes. Leah's hair was flaming red. John liked the vapid, cheerleader types. Leah was class president and valedictorian. John thought of Leah as "just one of the guys." 

After years of pining for him, Leah was no closer now at 26 than she had been at 16. She had had boyfriends in this time, of course. She had dated a wide variety of men. She started out hoping they would make John jealous, but nowadays she mostly was hoping they'd take her mind off him for a while. 

She set down her tray on the table and slid into the chair next to John, carefully brushing his knee with her leg. "How's it going Lee?" John asked with a big, oblivious grin on his face.

"Oh, it's been better," she replied, tucking her long curly hair carefully behind her ear. "Charlie and I broke up."

"Oh, no! When did that happen?" John asked, laying a comforting hand on her arm.

"Just this morning." His hand felt so good against her bare skin. It was innocent little touches like this one that kept Leah completely enrapt. She leaned a bit into his touch and imagined that hand caressing her in the most intimate ways.

"Wow, you must be really broken up about this... Did you even hear what I just said?" John's face showed a deep concern. 

"I'm sorry, I'm a little out of it today I guess." A scarlet heat began to spread across Leah's cheeks, and she looked down at her food to try to hide it.

"It's okay. I understand. You know, he was never really any good for you anyway. I always thought he was a bit of a jerk anyway you know. You could do better."

Boy could I ever... she thought to herself. She fought herself not to get lost in John's gorgeous brown eyes, and began to pick at her salad instead. 

"Hey, I know what will cheer you up... A bunch of the guys are hanging out at Rick's place tonight. He just had a new entertainment room put in, and he's showing it off. You know how he is... always bigger, better, louder. Anyway, should be a good time. I was thinking about asking Marla, that hot new girl from HR, but why don't you go with me instead? Maybe it'll get your mind off things. Who knows, you might just meet someone new." 

But I don't want to meet someone new... "Umm... sure. That might be fun," she replied, trying not to sound too enthusiastic about it. Don't get your hopes up girl. You know this isn't a date. He's just trying to make you feel better. "What time?"

"Great. I'll pick you up at your place at 7. Listen, I gotta get back to the office so I can finish some stuff up. I'll see you tonight." John gave her a chaste, brotherly kiss on the head before heading out the door and back to work. 

Leah quickly finished off her salad, while daydreaming about what she'd like the night to entail. And why not? she thought to herself, it's my turn. We're both available. There's no reason this time can't be different. I just have to try a bit harder. She cleaned up her tray and purposefully strode out into the warm summer sunshine. I'll just have to make him see me.

As she waited for the elevator to take her back to her office, Leah was forming a plan. She went back to her desk, finished all the work she had for the day in record time, and begged her boss to let her off work early, citing "feminine problems." As soon as she was out of the building it was shopping time. She stopped by the lingerie store, her favorite makeup counter, and several clothing shops she would normally not even think of setting foot inside. Bags in hand, it was time to head back to her apartment and get ready. 

By the time John came to the door, the transformation was amazing. She had pulled her hair back from her face in a high ponytail, and then tousled it just enough to perfectly frame her face. The smoky eye shadow and crimson lip color brought out the green in her eyes. She was glad she had spent the extra money on the black, lacy push up bra. She unbuttoned her green silk blouse enough to show just the barest edge of lace, and more than enough to show off some pretty amazing cleavage. The black leather miniskirt was quite a bit shorter than she was really comfortable with, but it covered everything it needed to, while still leaving little to the imagination. Her long, well-shaped legs were complimented nicely by the black stiletto heels. It had taken her several trips around the apartment, but now that she was more comfortable in them, she added a sexy sway to her hips as she went for the door. 

"Wow – you look... I mean... Umm..." Was all John could manage. 

"Ready to go?" Leah asked, a coy smile on her lips. She was amazed that she had finally gotten a reaction from him. 

"Oh, yeah. Uh... Sure." As they walked down the hall toward the elevator for the parking garage, she could see that reaction had traveled all the way down his body as well. "So, you really do want to find someone new tonight, huh?" he asked, his voice a bit flustered.

"Not really. It's a party, right? I just want to have a little fun. We'll see what happens." Leah had been had spent enough time around John's dates to know how to play the part. As silence filled the elevator, she posed a bit for him, loving the feel of his eyes sliding over her. So this is how it feels. I could get used to this...

John held the door as Leah climbed into his car. She was careful to make sure she flashed the lace tops of her thigh-high stockings as she sat down. After he closed the door, it seemed to take a bit longer than necessary for him to make his way around the car to his side, but she didn't glance back to see why. She had a pretty good idea without looking at all.

On the short drive to Rick's house, neither of them said a word. Leah hummed a bit with the radio, energized by her new effect on John. Why didn't I try this sooner, she thought to herself. She let her knee rest against the side of the gearshift so John brushed her skin every time he had to use it. At first his touch was tentative, nervous almost. She had never seen him behave that way around a woman before. In all the many times she had listened to his exploits, heard his deepest thoughts on women, dating and sex, and watched him on the prowl, he had never seemed anything less than in control. She loved that she had unnerved him so much.

By the time he parked the car, John seemed to have regained at least a bit of his control. As they strolled up to the front door of Rick's newly-renovated house, Leah made sure she was just a few steps in front of him. Strutting up the walk, she could feel his gaze on her. She rang the bell with a smile on her lips. 

"Hey John, glad you could make it! And who is... Leah? Wow. You look great!" Rick stammered. "Uh, food's in the kitchen, and make sure you check out the new home theater, just off the living room. You guys know your way around, right?"

"Yeah, sure. No problem buddy," John said, clapping his friend on the back. Leah felt the eyes of several of the men in the room on her as they wandered through the party. Some of the women too. John laid a very possessive hand on the small of her back. I've really got him now, she thought to herself. 

They mingled, ate, drank, and generally enjoyed themselves as the evening progressed. Leah delighted to hear the whispers of people who were wondering if they had suddenly become a couple or not. She heard Charlie's name come up a few times, as well as many of the women John had been seen with recently. As time passed, she could feel John loosening up beside her. The whole night he didn't leave her side but for a few minutes at a time. She had never seen him so attentive to any of his dates. 

Meanwhile, Leah was taking every opportunity she could find to touch him, brush against him, flash him or otherwise turn him on. She "dropped" her napkin and bent over to retrieve it. When she stood up again, the bulge in John's pants was unmistakable. "Excuse me a minute, I think I need to go find the ladies room," she said in his ear, though the party wasn't really loud enough for the closeness to be necessary.

Leah disappeared down the hallway toward the downstairs bathroom, feeling eyes on her every step. She was certainly the best dressed woman in the house that night, and all the men seemed to know it. She noted angry glares from several girlfriends as she sauntered past. When she got to the bathroom, she paused just a moment and then headed back to John's side. "Hey John, it looks like someone's in there. You know where the upstairs bathrooms are, right. Would you show me? I get so lost in this house."

John got up from his seat on the couch and took her hand. That's new, she noticed. He led her up the stairs and through the master bedroom to a spacious, tidy bathroom. Leah could hear the muffled sounds of the party below, but they appeared to be the only ones upstairs. Perfect, she thought. As he turned to leave, she caught his shoulder and turned him back toward her. "Stay," she murmured. As she drew him into the bathroom after her, he gave her a puzzled look but didn't comment. She closed and locked the door, then turned to face him.

"Leah," he began, "Are you sure you want to do this?" He seemed to be restraining himself, and his voice shook a bit with the effort.

Putting a finger against his lips she shushed him. "I've wanted this for years John. I've wanted you. I'm tired of waiting. Tonight I intend to take what I want." She removed her finger and kissed him deeply. Pressed against him, she could feel how rock hard he was. It brought a small moan to her lips, just thinking about it. John seemed to enjoy that. He loosened up, and gave himself over to the kiss. He pressed her back against the door and she wrapped her legs around his waist. She could feel him pressing hard against her most intimate of parts now, and wondered if he could feel how wet she was through all the cloth. 

With his hands under her ass, he lifted her and set her gently on the counter. Since her skirt was now bunched around her waist, the marble was cool against her bare skin, and it sent a little chill down her spine. "Hold on," John stammered, "Let me catch my breath."

"Ok, I can do that." Leah began slowly unbuttoning John's shirt. As she did, she kissed his chest and licked and teased his nipples. He let out a long, shuddering breath. 

"I had no idea you felt this way, Leah..."

"I know." She pushed him back a few steps so she could slide off the counter and kneel before him. She unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down. Carefully, she removed him from his underwear. He was truly magnificent to behold. He was much bigger than she had ever imagined. Long, thick, and rock hard, she could see his pulse throbbing along his penis. She stole a glance up at him, and saw him looking down at her. There was a tenderness in his gaze, but also a need. He had been waiting for this moment from the second she had answered the door. He moved a little closer, so the head of his massive cock rested on her cheek.

Obediently, she turned to kiss it. His skin smelled so good. He tasted of vanilla. She look her time, kissing, sucking and licking all around it. She massaged his balls with her hands as she began to draw the length of him into her mouth. He was much bigger than any of her boyfriends had been, but she worked at it slowly and managed to somehow take his entire length within her. As the head of his cock delved deeper into her throat, he let out a soft moan. He began getting into it, rocking back and forth, plunging himself into her, gently at first, then harder and more urgently. 

Leah moaned with delight. John entwined his fingers in her hair and held her in place as he fucked her mouth. His head fell back and he gasped as hot cum poured down her throat. She sucked it down greedily, pleasuring in the taste of him. 

Gently he drew himself back out of her mouth. Even going soft, he was quite large. He bent down and lifted her up, wrapping her legs around his waist again. He began to kiss her sweetly, gently. His tongue plunged into her mouth, caressing and probing. "They'll notice we're gone," he said, gently pulling her head back so he could look into her eyes.

"I don't care. I've waited for this for so long, John. You don't know what it's been like..." She could feel the tears of frustration from all the years of wanting but never having. She bit them back and fought to stay in the moment. You have him now, so don't screw it up, she chided herself. "I need to feel you inside me. I need you to really fuck me!" She was almost frantic with desire. 

He put his hands on either side of her face and drew her closer. He kissed her, just as deeply as before, tenderly, lovingly. "Can you wait just a little longer? Those are our friends down there. I know you're not thinking about it right now, but you don't want to be labeled a slut. You're not a slut. I couldn't bear it if they talked about you that way, any more than you could. You're going to go back downstairs with me, and we're going to say goodnight to everyone. Once we're back at your place, I promise, I'm all yours. By then I should be ready for you again. Do we have a deal?"

"Deal," she said reluctantly. She knew he was right. They had been away from the party long enough to start plenty of rumors already, but continuing would only make it worse. She had waited this long, why not a little longer?

to be continued...

At Long Last Ch. 01



Ok, readers. It's up to you. This is based on a true story. Should I continue it in further installments?

*

Mike was my closest, and oldest, friend. We had known each other for 20 years, and had become like brothers. His wife, Anna, had also become one of my closest friends, and was one of the most beautiful and intelligent women that I had ever known. 

After my divorce, Mike and Anna were there for me, Anna even going to the length of setting me up with a couple of her cousins, beautiful Filipinas like herself.

About three years ago, Mike stunned Anna by telling her that he wanted a divorce. He had been sleeping with his secretary and gotten her pregnant, and was planning on marrying her. I think I was almost as shocked as Anna was, thinking that I was his closest friend, but not knowing that he was capable of doing something like that.

Knowing the feel of that kind of betrayal after my own divorce, I was Anna's crutch throughout the first few months. I helped her with the mental and emotional recovery, quite often through the use of late-night sessions with a bottle of Rum.

After the divorce was final, Anna and I started hanging out a lot more together. I had done a bit of dating since my divorce, and enjoyed the fact that I could be with a woman and not have to worry about whether or not we liked each other, or where everything might lead. 

At one point, a couple of years later, I could tell that Anna was feeling down, so I asked her about it. She refused to tell me what was bothering her, telling me that she was fine, so I called Jessica, one of her cousins that I had dated briefly, and still talked to frequently.

"Her birthday's coming up next week," Jessica told me.

"I know," I told her. "I'm taking her out to dinner that night."

"She's going to be 40, you know," she informed me.

"No, I didn't know that," I answered.

"Yeah, and she's a bit bummed out right now. She's a divorcee, reaching a milestone age, and she's alone," she said.

"That would explain her mood lately," I said, more to myself.

"Yes, that would do it. So you'd better make it a really nice dinner," Jessica told me. 

"I'll have to do that. Thanks," I said, immediately working to change my plans.

Knowing Anna's love of Latin cuisine, and dancing, I made reservations at a Columbian steakhouse that I knew of.

When I told her that we were going out for her birthday, all that I told her was that I had made reservations, that she should dress for a fun night on the town, and that we might go dancing.

"That's it?" she protested. "That's all you're going to tell me?"

"Yep," I replied, teasing her. "That's all you need to know. You have a problem with that?"

"Yeah, I have a problem with that! I need to know how to dress, all that kind of stuff!"

"All you need to know is that you should dress nicely. It's an upscale restaurant, so dress accordingly," I said, knowing that the suspense over the next few days would drive her crazy.

"You're so mean!" she protested again.

"Ok, if I'm so mean, then find someone else to celebrate your birthday with," I told her.

"NO!" she replied rather quickly. "I mean, no, I want to go out with you. I just need more information."

"No, you don't NEED more information," I said firmly. 

"You're still mean," she told me, in her little girl voice.

"Yeah, yeah," I said. "I'll pick you up at seven."

"Fine. Meanie," she replied, as she hung up the phone.

The night of her birthday, I picked up a bouquet of tulips, her favorite flowers, and went to pick her up.

When Anna answered her door, my jaw dropped. She stood there wearing a black halter dress that went less than half-way down her thighs, and heels.

"Do I look ok?" she asked, turning around. Her bare back, combined with the little flair in her skirt as she spun, had me speechless.

"No," I answered finally. "You look better than 'ok'. You look ... incredible."

"Oh, stop it," she replied, blushing. "I'm too old to look incredible. As long as I look ok, I'm fine."

"Honey, you will NEVER be too old to look incredible. You look ok on a normal day. Tonight ... WOW!"

"Stop it," she repeated. "Are you ready?"

"I am, my dear," I said, as I took her arm and we walked out. She handed me the keys to her convertible, telling me that she didn't want to drive around in my truck, dressed like that.

The restaurant had an elegant, yet casual, setting. In one corner of the large room they had a stage set up, with a dance floor directly in front of it. The hostess explained that they had a band starting in a little more than an hour, and that we were more than welcome to stay.

As soon as we were seated I ordered a couple of Mojitos, their signature drink, as we looked over the menu.

Over dinner, we talked and laughed as we ate and had another drink. As we finished, the waitress asked if we were staying for the band. As Anna looked at me, I replied that, of course we were staying.

"It's your birthday. We will do whatever you want," I told her.

"Whatever I want, huh?" she asked. "That could be a dangerous statement."

I noticed the waitress, a beautiful Columbiana, look over Anna, and then smile and raise her eyebrows at me, as she laughed and said "That sounds like a win-win situation for both of you." Anna laughed, and I saw her watch the waitress as she went to get us another round of drinks.

The band was very good, playing a combination of traditional Columbian music and Salsa. Anna was having a great time dancing, and I did my best to keep up with her.

I couldn't help but notice how beautiful she looked as she moved with the music, her skin glowing with a light layer of perspiration and a huge smile on her lovely face.

The band started winding down after midnight, and I told Anna that we should probably head home.

"I don't want to go home," she protested as we walked to my car. 

"Ok, where do yo want to go?" I asked as I helped her in, getting a nice view of her legs as she sank into the car. It was a beautiful summer evening, so I put the top down as I started up the engine.

"Do you still have some of that good Rum?" she asked.

"Yes, I do," I told her. "You're kinda buzzed now, though. You sure you wanna have another one?" 

"Yeah," she sighed. "Let's go to your house, we can have one more, and we can talk a while."

"Sounds good to me," I replied, as I drove to my house.

We started talking as I drove, and Anna told me how grateful she was that I was always there for her. "I honestly don't know what I'd do without you in my life," she said softly, as she leaned towards me and placed her head on my shoulder.

"Well, that makes two of us," I told her, wrapping my arm around her shoulder.

We rode in silence the last few miles, and I thought that she had fallen asleep on me. Finally, though, as I went down my driveway, Anna sat up and let out a loud sigh.

She was almost leaning on me as we walked to the house, and I led her into my living room. I pulled out the Rum as she sat down in my reclining love seat, and I poured us both a couple of fingers of Appleton Estate as she turned on my TV and started channel surfing.

I sat next to her and handed her a glass of the amber liquid, and she leaned against me again. I wrapped my arm around her shoulder, and I heard her sigh softly as she rested her head against my shoulder once more.

We sat there silently, sipping our drinks as she continued flipping through the channels. Finally, she came to a soft-core porn movie, and stopped.

Without saying anything, she put the remote down, finished off her Rum, and put her glass next to the remote. She put her head back on my shoulder and placed her hand on my chest. With my arm around her shoulder, I could feel her breathing get a little heavier.

At that point, it took every bit of self-control that I had not to lift her face and kiss her. As much as I wanted to do that, I didn't know how she would react, and I certainly didn't want to damage our friendship.

I did start to softly stroke her arm with my hand, though. She snuggled in closer to me, and whispered, "That feels nice."

As hard as I fought it, the entire scenario caused me to start to get an erection. I was still in the clothes that I wore to dinner, and my pants were a looser fit, so I knew that if she looked, there would be no denying my condition.

Soon, though, I felt a change in Anna's breathing, and I knew that she had fallen asleep on me. Just as the movie ended, I woke her and started walking her to my spare bedroom.

"I'm so embarrassed," she said, as I handed her one of my old shirts to sleep in. "I didn't mean to fall asleep on you like that."

"Don't worry about it," I assured her, as I gave her a light hug.

As I was holding her, she put her arms around me and looked up at me. "Well, thank you for a great birthday," she said softly. "This was the best night that I've had in a long time."

"It was my pleasure," I told her. "I'm honored that you let me take you out on your birthday."

As she looked into my eyes, she sighed. "There's no one else that I would let take me out for something like this," she said.

I felt one of her hands on my back, and she tilted her head slightly, leaning into me at the same time.

For the first time ever, Anna and I kissed. Our lips touched each other's softly, but we could both feel the heat radiating from each other.

The kiss soon started getting intense, and I pulled away. "I'm sorry," I told her. "I shouldn't have done that."

I heard her start to say something, but I turned and walked out the door, closing it behind me.

The next morning, I started fixing us breakfast after Anna woke. She sat in the kitchen with me as I cooked, and didn't say much.

Finally, as I placed her omelette in front of her, I asked what was bothering her.

"Why did you react like that when we kissed?" she asked. "Was it that bad?"

"No," I replied. "Actually, I enjoyed it, quite a bit. I guess I just didn't want you to think that I was taking advantage of you, being drunk. It also just felt kind of strange."

"Strange, how?" she asked.

I took a bite, trying to figure out how to put my thoughts into words.

"I really can't explain it," I told her. "After all these years of knowing you, having you in my arms like that, knowing that you were my best friend's wife..."

"The key word there is 'were'," she told me. "He left me, remember? Hell, have you even heard from him since he moved out?"

"How do you think I felt last night?" she continued. "You're the first man that I've kissed since he left. You're the first, and ONLY man that I've WANTED to kiss since he left, and you pull away and tell me that you 'shouldn't have done that'?"

"You WANTED me to kiss you?" I asked, surprised at her confession.

"Yes, I did," she said softly. 

"Wow," I replied, not knowing what else to say.

"Yeah, 'wow'," she responded.

"Well, if it's any consolation," I told her, "You have no idea how hard it was for me to stop." 

We were done eating at that point, and I started to clean up the dishes. 

"Let me do that," Anna told me, pushing me away from the sink. "You cooked, the least that I can do is clean up."

"Ok, I won't argue," I told her.

"You'd better not," she said, smiling at me, "or else no more kisses from me."

"You mean I get more?" I asked, raising my eyebrows at her.

"If you're good," she replied.

"Hmmm," I chuckled. "What do I get if I'm naughty?"

"I guess you'll just have to wait and see," she said, speaking softly, and smiling even more.

I gently grabbed her arm and turned her to face me. "Well, I don't want to wait for this," I told her as I wrapped my arms around and leaned in to kiss her.

Anna whimpered softly as our lips touched, and we pulled each other in tighter. I had her pinned up against the sink, and we stood there kissing for a long minute before she gently pushed me away.

"Go," she told me. "Shower and get dressed while I do the dishes."

"Oh, alright," I sighed, teasing her. 

After I got out of the shower, I started driving her back to her place. 

"What are your plans for today?" she asked, as I drove through the city streets.

"Nothing, really," I told her. "I haven't made any plans for today."

"Would you like to spend the day with me?" she asked. "I really don't feel like being alone."

"I would love that," I replied. "I honestly can't think of anything else that I'd rather do."

"Good," she responded, hooking her arm in mine.

When we got to her condo, I sat and waited as she showered and changed. A few minutes later, Anna came out in a light, flowery summer dress, showing her firm, beautiful legs and just a hint of cleavage. The cotton clung to her curves, and was light enough that, as she was backlit walking out of her room, I could see all the way to the juncture of her legs.

"So, what do you want to do today?" she asked, as she slipped on a pair of sandals.

"I didn't realize that it was up to me," I replied. "After all, YOU asked ME to spend the day," I teased.

"Well, why don't we walk around Lincoln Park?" she asked, referring to one of our favorite neighborhoods. "We can do a little shopping, maybe get some lunch."

"Sounds good to me," I told her, as I led her out the door.

I enjoyed having her with me, and enjoyed all of the looks, from both men and women, that we got even more.

We spent the afternoon walking around and people watching, and Anna did a bit of shopping. At one point, we came to a mini-mall that consisted entirely of women's shops. Anna told me to go have a beer, and she would do some shopping there. When I told her that I didn't mind, she turned me towards a bar and gave me a gentle shove.

Twice while I was there, she came in and dropped off shopping bags, and told me that she'd be back. 

"So that's why you wanted me along," I teased her. "I'm just your mule. A beast of burden!"

Laughing, she replied, "Oh, you're a beast, alright. Now be quiet, and enjoy your beer. I'll be back in a little bit."

I smiled and watched the sway in her ass as she walked out, and then heard the bartender say, "Brother, I'd be her beast of burden any day!"

I looked at him, still smiling, and said, "Do you hear me complaining? Now, speaking of being a beast of burden, I could use another beer. I have a feeling I'm going to be here a while." 

A couple of hours later, we wound up back at her place to unload her bags. After she put her things in her room, she told me that she wanted to cook dinner for me, to thank me for last night. Wisely, I didn't argue, instead going out to get a couple of bottles of wine.

After an excellent chicken and rice dinner, we sat and finished off the first bottle of wine. I could sense that something was bothering Anna again, and asked her about it.

"I don't know," she said. "I guess I'm still a little down about last night."

"What about it?" I asked.

"I don't know. It's nothing I guess," she replied.

"If I ask you something, will you give me an honest answer?" she asked, before I could say anything else.

"Of course," I told her.

"Do you really think that I'm pretty?" she asked.

"No, I think that you're beautiful," I told her. "In fact, I think that you're one of the most beautiful women that I've ever known."

"So, if things had been different," she continued, "say, you never knew Mike, would you have made a try for me?"

"Honey," I answered, "if things were different, I would've been all over you. Once I got up the courage to talk to you, that is."

Anna smiled at me and laughed softly, leaned in, and kissed me. "That's sweet," she told me.

"Hey, do you want to see what I bought today?" she asked, jumping off of the couch.

"Sure," I answered. "I'd love to."

Anna went into her bedroom, and I opened the second bottle of wine. Soon, she was modeling her purchases for me. Her selections included a couple of new dresses, skirts, and blouses. As she showed me each item, she took a sip of her wine, finishing off another glass, and I sat there thinking that Mike was a fool for leaving her..

After the better part of an hour, her fashion show started to wind down. She stood in front of me in a light weight, off-yellow skirt and sheer blouse, showing lots of firm leg and the intricate lace pattern of her bra, as she told me to pour her another glass of wine.

"I'm going to need some 'liquid courage' for what I have left to show you," she said, downing half her glass.

As she walked back to her bedroom, I sat back wondering what she meant about that. After a couple of minutes, I heard her door open.

"Are you ready?" she asked from behind me.

"Of course," I replied.

Anna walked in front of me wearing a floral-print bikini, cut high on the leg and showing some very nice cleavage.

"Well?" She asked, turning around for me.

"Wow!" I replied. "You look amazing! Turn back around for me."

As she did, my eyes focused on her firm ass, and the side view of her pert breasts.

"Do you like?" she asked.

"Oh, yeah!" I told her. "You'd better bring me with to the beach, or the pool, when you wear that. You're gonna need some protection!"

Laughing, she replied, "Aww. You're sweet. Ok, I've got one more thing to show you. Don't go anywhere."

"I couldn't even if I wanted," I told her.

I heard her giggle as she closed her door, and I sat there, adjusting my stiffening cock, so as not to be too obvious. 

Soon, I heard her door open again, and she walked up behind me. "Can you hand me my wine, please? And don't turn around," she said.

I reached for her glass and handed it behind me. I felt her hand on mine as she took her glass, and a couple of seconds later, she handed it back to me.

"Promise me that you're not going to laugh," she told me.

"Why would I laugh?' I asked.

"Just promise," she repeated.

"Ok. I promise that I'm not going to laugh at you," I told her.

"Ok, here goes nothing," she said. "Keep looking straight ahead."

From the corner of my eye, I saw her walk around from behind me. As she stepped in front of me, she asked, "Well, what do you think?"

I was breathless as I looked at her. Anna was wearing a sheer black teddy and a pair of high-heeled bedroom slippers. Her small breasts looked amazing, with very little sag and small, dark nipples topping them, and her sparsely covered pubic mound looked very inviting.

I sat there, speechless and unsure of what to do, as I looked her up and down. Finally, Anna cleared her throat.

"Well? Are you going to say anything?" she demanded.

"I...I don't know what to say," I stammered, as the majority of my blood rushed from my head to my stiffening cock. "You look...incredible!"

"Thank you," she said softly. "I was afraid to come out here like this. I didn't want to scare you away."

"You could never scare me away," I told her. "Although, I am scared right now."

"Of what?" she asked, looking puzzled.

"Of what to do," I replied.

"Well," she said softly, walking slowly towards me, "what would you like to do?"

"I'd much rather show you, than tell you," I replied, standing up and taking her in my arms.

Anna moaned softly as I wrapped my arms around her and pressed my lips to hers. It started as a slow, gentle kiss, but soon turned hot and passionate, as her body melted gently in my arms.

She moaned again when she felt my cock pressing against her body, just above her hip. My hands started to roam across her back, one sliding down to her firm ass and pulling it in tighter.

Anna pulled away from my lips and gasped as I pressed my leg against her mound. "Please take me to bed," she whispered.

"We'll never make it to bed," I told her.

Smiling up at me, she gently pushed me backwards, until my legs hit her couch. She gave me one more push, and I sat down.




At Long Last Ch. 01



"So, show me," she said, placing her knees on either side of my hips and lowering her ass into my lap.

Looking into her eyes, I reached around her ass and pulled her in closer. I kissed her again, more aggressively this time.

Anna whimpered softly as our lips mashed together and our tongues danced together. I had one hand behind her head, and the other was softly sliding up and down her back, while she just held on tightly to me.

"Oh my god," she moaned as she pulled her lips from mine, trying to catch her breath. I pulled her in closer, and started to softly kiss and nibble along her neck.

As my lips moved down the length of the soft skin on her throat, I hooked my thumb under one of the shoulder straps of her teddy and began to slide it off of her shoulder, kissing the exposed skin as I went along.

Suddenly, Anna pulled away and slid the strap back in place. "One of us has way too many clothes on right now," she said, as she slid back on my legs and slipped down between my knees to the floor."

"I know," I teased her. "I was trying to remedy that situation."

"I'm talking about you, smart-ass," she giggled. "It's not fair that you get to see me almost naked, while you still have all of your clothes on."

"I don't have a problem with that," I joked.

"Well, I do," she replied softly, but firmly, as she leaned in and started to unbutton my shirt. "Now be quiet, sit back, and let me even us out."

Smiling, I sat back without saying another word as she started to pull my shirt off, and then began to undo my shorts.

My cock, which had already stated to harden, was by now at full rigidity, as I looked down at this incredibly beautiful woman on her knees undressing me.

I raised my ass so she could slide my shorts down, and my bulge was almost in her face. 'If I was a teenager, I would've cum in my pants by now,' I thought to myself as she pulled my shorts off of my feet and tossed them over her shoulder.

Anna's eyes got wide as she looked at the bulge in my boxers, and her breathing got heavy and ragged. She softly exhaled as she slowly reached her hand up and wrapped her fingers around my covered shaft.

I sat there quietly while she gently squeezed my hard cock through the fabric still covering it, and she started at it. Finally, she slipped her fingers under the elastic waistband and started pulling it down.

She had my boxers down far enough to expose my pubic hair when I reached down and gently grabbed her wrist. "If you pull these all the way off, then one of us will still have way too many clothes on," I teased her.

Anna looked at me with a hunger in her eyes that I had never seen, and she wrapped her fingers around my shaft again, lifting my hips like it was a handle.

When my hips raised, she released me and continued sliding my last remaining bit of clothing down my legs.

I heard a soft whimper as my hard cock sprang free, and her eyes remained glued onto it as she slid the boxers over my feet and tossed them aside.

"Oh my," she whispered, sitting back on her heels as she reached out and wrapped her fingers around my hard shaft.

I watched as she slowly began to stroke my cock, her small fingers not quite reaching all the way around.

"That feels nice," I said softly.

"It's so big, and thick," she whispered. "I kind of knew that Mike was small, but, damn! He's tiny compared to you!"

"What would you like me to do?" she asked, her eyes still focused on my pole.

Before I could answer, she looked up at me. "Can I kiss it?" she asked.

"I would love that," I told her.

"Mike never wanted that," she said, as she leaned in and continued to stroke me. "He thought that oral sex was dirty."

"Well, I'm not Mike," I told her. 

"Oh, I can see that!" she replied, her mouth now inches from my cock.

"I love oral sex. I like to give it AND receive it," I continued, chuckling.

I watched as she raised her body and leaned in closer. She bent down and softly kissed the head, and I moaned.

"You'll have to tell me if I'm doing it right," she informed me. "I've never..."

"You've never what?" I asked, teasing her.

Smiling up at me, Anna whispered, "You want to hear me talk dirty, don't you?"

Having never once heard her cuss, I told her, "I'd love to hear you talk dirty one time."

Anna stuck out her tongue and flicked it across the rim of my cock head. "I've never sucked a cock before," she said, looking me in the eyes, just before opening her mouth wide and dropping it over the head.

"Oh yeah!" I moaned, watching at the feel of her full, soft lips as they went lower down the shaft of my hard cock. She went down as far as she could, and then slowly slid her lips back up.

"Tell me what I should do," she whispered, releasing me from her warm mouth.

"Lick it like a lollipop," I told her softly, as she stroked my length. "Suck on it gently, stroke it with your hand and your lips."

"Mmmm," she moaned, taking me back into her mouth.

"Oh my gosh," I whispered, as she learned her way around my cock. "That is so nice!"

Anna continued to suck my cock, bobbing her head up and down, and occasionally releasing it to flick her tongue up and down the length of my shaft.

I reached down and held her head in my hands, and Anna started moving her head faster. 

"Oh, yeah!" I moaned.

"MMMmmmMMM," she moaned in unison, her fingers following her lips.

After a couple of minutes, she pulled her head back and released my cock, now shiny and wet with her saliva. 

"Oh, my gosh!" she said softly, continuing to stroke my shaft. "My jaw's getting sore!"

"Did I do ok?" she asked, sitting back on her heels again.

"Ok? That was incredible!" I told her. "You've never done that before?"

"No," she replied softly as she rose up on her knees.

"Amazing!" I whispered.

Anna climbed back onto my lap and nestled my cock against her pussy. "I wanted to do more, but you're so thick, my jaw's sore!" she said.

"That's ok," I replied, wrapping my arms around her waist. "You did great for a first time." 

"I'll do better next time, I promise," she whispered as I pulled her in tight.

"Oh, baby, I have no doubt about that," I whispered in her ear, as I nibbled on her neck.

Reaching under her ass and holding tight, I stood up, lifting her, and turned us around. I slowly lowered her onto her couch, sitting her back.

I leaned in to kiss her, and then slowly worked my way down her neck, to her shoulders. I started sliding her straps down, kissing her shoulders and chest as her soft skin was exposed. 

Anna sighed as I moved from one shoulder to the other, sliding both straps down until they were hanging around her elbows. Her stiff nipples were soon the only thing holding the lace over her breasts.

I wrapped my lips around one stiff, satin-covered nipple, and gently sucked on it. Anna sighed louder and lay her head back as I wet the fabric, teasing her with my tongue.

I started sliding my hands softly down her sides as I continued to kiss and nip at her hard nipples, and she reached up and pulled my head tightly against her chest.

She whimpered softly when she felt my fingertips glide further down, reaching her hips and then her thighs. 

As my hand slid along the soft, firm flesh of her thigh, my fingertips were on the outside of her leg, and I reached my thumb up to the front. When my arm was fully extended, I began to slowly slide it back up, bringing more of my hand to the front of her leg, and my thumb slid more to the inside.

As my hand moved up her leg, I brought my lips back up to hers and softly kissed her. Anna moaned louder into my mouth, and her legs relaxed and opened a little more when my thumb reached the top of her leg, just an inch from her thinly covered pussy.

I could feel her hips move slightly, almost trying to reach out to my thumb, as we kissed. Teasing her further, I passed my thumb lightly over her mound and up to her belly button. 

I slid my hands up to her shoulders as we continued kissing, and pulled the shoulder straps down, exposing her firm breasts. Immediately, she pulled her lips from mine and covered her breasts with her hands.

"They're too small, and saggy" she said softly, looking down.

I reached up and wrapped my fingers around her wrists. "They're beautiful," I told her, as I pulled her hands down. "They're not small, or saggy, at all."

I continued to hold her wrists at her side as I leaned in and kissed her nipples, first one, then the other. Anna relaxed her body and sighed, never trying to remove herself from my grasp.

I released her wrists and slid one hand along the side of her body as I began to slowly, softly flick my tongue across a nipple. I heard her sigh and moan, and she arched her back, pressing her breast against my lips.

I began to alternate my lips and tongue from one breast to the other, with my hand caressing her side. Eventually, I slid that hand down, over her hip and onto her leg.

As I slid my hand back up, she opened her legs wider again, whimpering softly as my fingertips slowly approached her warm pussy. When I looked down at her, I noticed that her hands still remained where I left them, and her eyes were open slightly, and glazed over. 

I started to kiss my way down her body, taking my time as I passed over the soft skin of her belly, slowly working my way down.

Anna's breathing was getting heavier the further down her body I went. Soon, I got off of the couch and lowered myself between her legs. When my lips reached the thin waistband to her sheer panties, I slid my arms underneath her legs and gently pushed them back, and she let out a soft, low moan.

I gently started to kiss my way along the top of her lacy panties, and Anna moaned louder, moving her hips slightly. I could smell her musk as I slowly worked my way down to her steamy pussy.

Holding her legs back and apart, I placed a soft, gentle kiss on each inner thigh, just where her leg joined her crotch. Anna moaned and sighed again, and I moved to her hot center.

I kissed her lace-covered pussy just above her mound, as my thumbs softly slid around the edges of her panties.

"Oh my gosh!" she whimpered, moving her hips up to meet my lips.

I moved my face down as I pushed her legs up further, and slowly but firmly started sliding my tongue along the length of her wet slit.

"Oh yess!" she moaned. 

I stopped just before I reached her clit, and then moved over to the edge of her panties. I traced along the leg band of her panties with my tongue as she let her legs drop completely open and moaned soft and long.

"Oh, please," she whimpered, moving her hips, as I kissed my way back across the top of her mound.

"Please what?" I asked softly.

"Please, don't tease me," she replied.

"What would you like me to do?" I asked.

"I ... I don't know," she said.

"Yes you do," I told her. "What do you want me to do right now?"

"Ohhhh," she moaned. 'Take off my panties," she told me. "Please take my panties off me."

I did as she asked, hooking my fingertips into her waistband and slowly sliding her moist piece of lace down her lovely legs.

"What next?" I asked, as I tossed the fabric over my shoulders.

"Kiss me, please," she whispered, with a look of wanton desire in her eyes.

"Kiss you where?" I teased. "Your pretty mouth? Your cute little tits?"

Anna whimpered, and replied, "No. Please kiss me!"

"Where do you want me to kiss you?" I asked again.

Her eyes got big and she reached down and held onto my head. "My pussy," she declared. "Kiss my pussy! I want to feel your lips on my wet pussy!"

Smiling up at her, I said, "Oh! Ok, I can do that!"

I slowly leaned in, her hands still on my head, and kissed her, just above the sparse hair on her mound.

"OOOOHHHH!" she moaned, her body stiffening briefly.

I continued slowly kissing my way down her mound, avoiding her clit. I worked along the edges of her labia until I reached her warm, wet hole.

Sticking my tongue out, I gently dipped the tip into her pussy, tasting her juices.

"Ohhh! Yesss!!!" she moaned loudly, feeling my tongue slide inside her wet hole.

I marveled at the sweet, salty taste of her juices as I slowly started dragging my tongue up the length of her slit.

I stopped just below her clit, which by now was stiff and standing out. Gently, I hooked my arms under her legs and reached my hands around to her pussy. I pulled her wet lips apart, exposing it even more, and softly blew across the top of her pussy.

Anna moaned again, wiggling her hips. Pulling her skin tight, I leaned in and kissed her just above her clit.

"Oh, yes!" she moaned, pushing her hips up towards me.

I looked up the length of her body from between her legs, and took in a sight that I'd lusted after for a number of years. Her eyes were closed, her chest was rising and falling, and her hands were planted firmly on the cushions, gripping them tightly.

Smiling to myself, I leaned in a little closer. I felt her body jump, and heard her gasp loudly, as my tongue flicked across her clit.

Slowly, I started passing my tongue across her sensitive bud, covering every bit of flesh. Her moaning increased, along with her breathing, as her back sank into the couch and her hips raised up a little more.

I flicked my tongue all around her clit and slid it up and down her wet slit, as I slowly started to bring her to an orgasm. She was moaning more and more, and her breathing was getting heavier, as I went on.

After a few minutes, I centered in on her clit, and the fleshy areas surrounding it. When I slowly slid my tongue along the length of her clit hood along her right side, she would sigh and moan loudly, and her arms would tense briefly, so I concentrated my efforts there.

"Oh yesss!" she moaned, reaching down for my head after a couple of minutes. "That's soo good!"

Her hips were soon moving up and down again, pressing her hot, wet pussy against my face as I began to change speeds and pressure with my tongue.

I moved my hands back down and her legs fell of to the side. I started flicking my tongue quicker and lighter as I slowly slid a finger up and down her slit, getting it nice and wet with her juices. 

I then brought my tongue just below her clit and started flicking it up the length as I slid my wet finger up to her hot hole. When I reached the top, I wrapped my lips around it and began sucking on it gently as I slowly slid my finger deep inside her pussy, applying pressure to the top wall of her tight hole.

"Ohhh!" Anna gasped loudly, bucking her hips up and down. "Ohh yesss!"

I began to shake my head side to side as I started sliding my finger in and out of her, soon adding a second finger. I was surprised at how tight her pussy was, even with only my fingers inside her.

"Oh! My! Gosh!" she exclaimed, as I released her clit and resumed flicking my tongue up and down the right side again, and slid my fingers in and out, increasing speed and pressure.

About a minute later, she released my head and grabbed on tightly to her seat cushions again. Her hips seemed to have a mind of their own as they bounced up and down, left and right.

"Ohh! Ohhhh! Ohhhhhh!" she moaned, getting even louder each time.

I slid my fingers in deep, and started pressing against the soft flesh just behind her pelvis. 

"Oh my god!" she exclaimed, as her pussy clamped down on my fingers, I started sliding them in and out, fucking her fast as her juices started splashing.

"Ohhh yeahhhh! Oh damn!" she screamed as her orgasm overtook her body. "Oh my god! I'm cumming! Yesss!"

Anna yelled out so loudly, I thought for sure that people on the street, twelve stories below us, heard her.

When I could tell that she was starting to come down, I slowed my tongue down, and drew my fingers back, out of her tight hole, sliding them down, across her asshole.

Her body jumped, and she whimpered and sighed as I slid my wet fingers around on her tight backdoor.

"Oh my gosh!" she moaned as I pulled back and admired her beautiful body. Her pussy lips were wet and open, and her body had a light sheen of sweat as she lay on the couch.

I leaned in and started kissing my way back up her body, flicking my tongue across both of her nipples before reaching her face.

I kissed her softly on her lips, and she wrapped her arms around me and pulled me in tight, kissing me passionately.

"Holy shit!" she laughed, when she eventually released my allowing me to pull back slightly. "That was...amazing! I can't believe that I've never done that before!"

She reached her hands out and took my head in them. "Please make love to me," she whispered.

"I would be honored," I told her as I rose up from the floor.

She reached out and wrapped her fingers around my cock again and started at it. "I hope this all fits in," she said softly.

"We'll make it fit in," I told her. "Do you want to be on top, so you can control things?"

"Ok," she replied, releasing my hard pole. 

I helped her stand, and I took her place on the couch. As I slid down until my ass was at the edge of the cushions, Anna straddled my legs and placed her knees next to my thighs.

She took my shaft in her hand again as I started gliding my hands up her sides and softly cupped her breasts.

She started moving my cock back and forth, sliding the head in the juices oozing down her slit as she moved her hips and gazed into my eyes.

I slid my hands down her sides until they reached her hips, and I held on. Her eyes opened wide as she bent her legs just a little, and the tip of my shaft slipped inside her hot pussy.

Her breathing got heavier as she slid a little more of my cock inside her wet hole, and then she stopped.

"Take your time," I told her. "Whenever you're ready."

Still holding on to the base of my shaft, Anna brought her knees up further, until they were next to my hips. She whimpered softly as the rest of my head slid inside her, and then she stopped.

Letting go of my cock, she brought her hands up to my shoulders and held on tight as she began to slowly lower her ass on to my lap.

"Oooohhhh!" she gasped as more of my pole slid in to her. My cock felt harder than it had been in a long time as her hot, wet walls slid slowly down it's length.

She had a little more than half of my shaft inside her when she started raising her hips. She slowly lowered herself back down, and then back up again.

"Oooohhh yeahhh!" she whimpered as she moved her hips.

I kept a grip on her hips as she continued like that for a couple of minutes, and then she stopped.

"How much more?" she asked.

"You've still got a couple of inches to go," I told her, exaggerating slightly.

"Help me," she said softly.

"Are you sure?"

"Yesss!" she replied, her eyes pleading.

I brought my hands up to her face and pulled her lips to mine. She wrapped her arms around my head as we started kissing, slowly at first but soon increasing in passion. 

I slid my hands back down to her hips as I started moving my ass up and down in short thrusts. She whimpered again, into my mouth as we continued kissing and she held me tighter.

Holding tightly to her hips, I pulled her down hard, burying my cock deep inside her pussy. "Ooohh!" she yelped as her ass hit my legs.

I held her there for a minute, letting her get used to my thick shaft filling her tight hole, and she leaned back in and kissed me.

I soon started moving my hips again as she pulled her lips from mine and leaned in to put her head on my shoulder.

"Oh my god!" she whispered, holding on to me tightly. "Soo big!"

After a couple of minutes, she sat back and started moving her hips back and forth.

"Ooooooohhh!" she gasped, feeling my cock bumping and rubbing against her pussy walls.

I slid my hands back up her body and cupped her pert tits again, softly massaging them.




At Long Last Ch. 01



She moaned louder as I squeezed her breasts, and she brought her hands up and covered mine with hers.

She began to slide her hips back and forth more, sliding more and more of my cock in and out.

"Ohh yeahh! That feels soo goood!" she moaned.

"Yeah, baby," I moaned in reply. "You feel so good wrapped around my cock."

"Oh my gosh," she gasped in response. "I feel soo full! It's like you're hitting spots that I've never felt before!"

She continued to ride me for a few minutes before she stopped, my pole buried deep inside her, and rested.

"Do you want to move to your bed now?" I asked, holding her tight.

"Yes," she gasped. "I want you in my bed!" 

She tried to slide back, to get off of my lap, but I held tightly to her ass cheeks.

"Wrap your arms around my neck," I told her, as I moved forward towards the edge of the cushion, "and your legs around my waist."

I felt her lock her ankles around my back, and I stood, lifting her up with me.

"Oh my gosh!" she moaned as I started to walk towards her bedroom, her ass bouncing against my waist.

When I got into her room, instead of going to her bed, I walked towards the wall just to the left of the doorway. 

Pinning her up against the wall, I held tightly to her ass, opened my stance a little, and started thrusting my hips back and forth.

"Oh yeahhh!" she moaned, as I pushed her against the wall. Her arms continued to hold me tight while I felt her heels bounce off of my ass.

I slid my hands down to her ass and gripped it tightly as I pushed up into her 

"You are so tight and wet!" I moaned as I felt her hot pussy holding onto me.

"Oh god! This is soo good!" she gasped.

"Oh, yeah!" I moaned, as I felt her pussy squeeze my shaft. 

I let her ass drop just a bit, burying my pole deeper inside her.

"Oooohhhhhhh!" she moaned, holding me tighter.

I started pushing against her harder, with short, fast thrusts. I could feel her hard nipples pushing against my chest as her small, firm tits bounced up and down.

"Ooohhhh! Ooooohhhhh! Ohhhhhhhh!" she moaned, getting louder and digging her nails into my back.

Suddenly, she snapped her head back against the wall, and her eyes flew open.

"Oh my god!" she gasped. "I'm gonna cum again! Fuck me! I'm cumming!!"

I felt her pussy squeezing and releasing my cock as her orgasm shook her body. Finally, after a couple of minutes, she lay her head on my shoulder and her body relaxed.

"We've got to move to the bed," she moaned. "I can't hold on much longer."

"Ok," I replied. "Hold on a little longer."

I felt her squeeze around me again as I grabbed a hold of her asscheeks and turned around. She whimpered again as her ass bounced off of my legs while I walked us over to her bed.

Bending my knees slightly, I lowered her ass down to the bed and she let go of me. Standing at the side of the bed, I slid my hands up to her back and slowly lowered her to the mattress.

When she was laying back, I slid my cock out, drawing a moan of disappointment, reached over and grabbed a pillow and brought it over to us. 

Still standing between her legs, I placed my hands behind her knees and pushed her legs back, lifting her hips off of the mattress. I then slid the pillow under her ass. 

Anna was watching me, so as a surprise, I quickly squatted down and kissed the top of her mound, flicking my tongue across her clit.

"Ohh!" she gasped, raising her hips.

Just as quickly, I stood back up and moved my hips, lining the head of my cock up with her wet pussy.

With my fingers still hooked around the back of her knees, I leaned in and slid the length of my shaft into her hot hole.

"Ohhh yessss!" she groaned, as I buried my cock inside her and moved my hips from side to side.

I slid my hands down the length of her firm, muscular legs, and took a hold of her ankles. I pushed back on her legs just a little more, and placed her feet onto my chest.

Holding her legs together, I then started moving my hips back and forth, sliding my cock in and out of her pussy. 

"Mmmm!" she moaned, feeling my shaft skimming across the top wall of her pussy.

I knew that with her ass elevating her hips at that angle, my cock was hitting new, unexplored regions of her depths, so I moved slowly, taking long strokes to maximize her sensations.

As I continued driving my rod in and out of her, I slid my hands down to her hips and held on to her. She eventually let her legs fall to the sides, but she kept her feet on my chest.

"Unnhhh!" she grunted, as I started to occasionally thrust forward with a hard, quick plunge. "Yess!"

Soon, she brought her hands to her legs and began to slide them along her inner thighs. She would bring them to within a couple of inches of her mound, and then slide them back up.

On one downstroke, I reached up and gently grabbed one hand. She looked up at me and I slowly continued sliding her hand down, until it was covering her pussy.

Taking short thrusts with my cock, I began to rub my hand across the top of hers, pressing her fingers against her wet slit.

She looked at me questioningly, and I just nodded my head. When I moved my hand from hers, she continued to rub her pussy, stroking her clit.

"Mmmmm!" she moaned, as I picked up my pace, fucking her faster.

Soon, her legs dropped open more, and her feel slipped from my chest. I held onto her legs as she started sliding her fingers up and down her wet slit, strumming her clit faster.

She continued looking directly at me as we began moving together at a feverish pace, me thrusting my hard cock in and out faster and longer, her moving her hips in rhythm with my strokes and concentrating her fingers on her clit.

I watched as her eyes opened even wider, and her breaths got heavy and shallow. "Ohh yeahh!" she moaned loudly. "I'm cumming! Oh, yeah! Fuck me! I'm cumming again!"

As she began bouncing her hips up and down, I felt the surge begin in my balls. "Yeah, baby," I moaned. "I'm gonna cum too!"

"Yess!" she exclaimed loudly. "Cum with me! I wanna feel you cum!"

"Ohh yeahh!" I moaned.

"Yess! Fuck me! Fuuuck meee!" she yelled as her body began to shake and tighten up. "I'm cumming!"

"Yess!" I bellowed, feeling my balls tighten up. "Oh damn!" 

I thrust hard into her wet pussy, burying my cock deep in her hot hole, as my shaft bursted.

I could feel her pussy walls squeezing my rod as my cock spewed it's load, and her juices flowed down my balls.

After a few minutes, my softening cock began to slide out of her, and I climbed up onto the bed, collapsing beside her as we both recovered.

"Oh my god!" she whimpered. "My entire body is shaking right now."

"That's good," I whispered in her ear. "That tells me that I've done something right."

"Oh, yeah," she breathed. "You did everything right! I can't wait to see what else you're going to show me!"



At Long Last Ch. 02



Leah and John put themselves back in order and cleaned up what little evidence was there in the bathroom. Leah reapplied her lipstick, and wiped the crimson stains from John's face with a makeup remover pad from her purse. They straightened their clothes, wiped off the counter, and made their way back into the party downstairs. John found Rick and explained that while he was sorry to leave so early, Leah wasn't feeling well and he was going to take her home and get her to bed. Well the second half's true anyway, she thought. As cover stories go, it was weak, but since Rick knew Leah was normally the good girl type, he just let it go and told her he hoped she was feeling better soon.

As soon as they were in the relative privacy of John's car, she couldn't keep her hands off of him. As John drove back to her apartment, she fondled every inch of him that she could reach. "You're very distracting, you know that?" he asked with a chuckle.

"Are you complaining?"

"Not really, but I do want to make sure we get there in one piece. Please, let me drive."

Glancing over at him, she could see that he was already quite well recovered from their earlier activities. The bulge in his lap looked so inviting, but she kept herself in check for the few minutes it would take to get home. 

John parked the car in the garage and they headed for the elevators that would take them back up to Leah's apartment. As soon as the elevator doors closed, they began kissing and fondling each other again. When the doors reopened on the correct floor, Leah's blouse was unbuttoned down to where it met her skirt, and John's shirt was untucked and his fly was down. Giggling like a schoolgirl, Leah quickly unlocked the door and they found themselves in the quiet privacy of her home. 

"Where?" John gasped between kisses. Leah breathlessly pointed toward the bedroom. He picked her up and carried her down the hall, depositing her onto the bed mere seconds before he fell on top of her. 

They kissed hungrily, mouths feeding on one another as their hands ripped, tore and removed clothing. At last she was naked below him, he knelt over her and gazed down at her with a conqueror's look in his eye. "Why did I never see this before?" he asked.

Leah reached up and grabbed the long hard shaft of his penis and squeezed, making his eyes lose focus for a minute. "You just never bothered to look." She continued to kneed the hardness of him. "I've waited so long..." she said.

"Then let me make up for lost time." John lowered his head to her chest and began to kiss her breasts, softly drawing them into his mouth and caressing her nipples with his tongue. Seeing the effect on her body as shivers ran down her spine, he slowly began to suck harder, drawing more and more of her into his mouth. Once he had covered every inch of her perfectly shaped breasts, he began to move lower. 

John kissed his way down the flat plane of her Leah's stomach, pausing momentarily to kiss her navel before traveling lower still. "Always wondered about that," he said as he teased along her small, perfectly-groomed strip of red hair. Leah didn't have a chance to answer because his next move was to plunge his tongue into her cunt, sucking and kissing away the juices that had begun to moisten it. "You taste amazing," he said, glancing up at her from his position between her creamy white thighs. He used his fingers to spread her wider open and licked along the edges of her wet pussy. 

Leah could do nothing but writhe at his touch. Every flick of his tongue brought her closer to that overwhelming feeling of release. Her entire body tingled with the sensation of it. She moaned in pleasure and ran her fingers through John's wavy brown hair. She could feel the waves of pleasure riding over her as he brought her to climax.

John ran his tongue over her clit one last time before he began to crawl his way up her body, kissing along her skin as he moved. "You're amazing," leah whispered breathlessly. 

"Well, you said you've been waiting a long time for this," he joked, his mouth only a breath away from hers now. "I figure I ought to make it worth your while." He lowered himself to kiss her lips, and she could taste her own juices on his mouth and it drove her wild. 

"Please," she whispered.

He began to lower his body over hers and she felt the head of his penis brush against the dripping wet opening of her pussy. He began to work his way inside of her, having to fight for every inch. "You're so tight," he said, his voice shaking. "I don't want to hurt you."

"I don't care" There was a frantic note to Leah's voice now. "I want you John, all of you. I want you inside me. Just fuck me, please!"

"Ok, you asked for it..." He slammed his body into hers, delving the hard length of him deep inside. The sensation was somewhere on that line where pleasure and pain meet. It felt incredible right now, but she knew she'd pay for it later. Pinned by the weight of him, Leah began to writhe with pleasure. John's pace became faster and faster as he drove his cock into her again and again. Her moans became louder with every thrust. She felt the orgasm building as John continued to work at his frenzied pace. When it finally broke over her, Leah's spine bowed, driving him even further inside. The angle was perfect now, and she came again, and again. Finally with one last thrust, John threw his head back as she felt his hot cum erupt within her.

John collapsed on top of her as his breathing began to return to normal. "If I had known you'd be that good, I would have tried to get you into bed years ago," he laughed shakily. 

"It was worth the wait," she replied, enjoying the scent of his skin. 

"We should get cleaned up," he said, drawing himself up to look at her. He rolled off her onto his side, once again exposing the length of his muscular body for her viewing pleasure. "Why don't you go ahead and get in the shower. I'll join you in a minute."

"Join me?" Leah asked, a little dazed with the afterglow.

"You didn't think I was done, did you?" His cocky smile was back in place now. This was the John she had known for so long. At the surprised look on her face he let out a chuckle. "Really Leah. Did you think I was exaggerating all of those stories I've told you?"

Leah blushed a deep crimson as she got up off the bed and made her way across the room, kicking clothes and shoes out of the way as she went. Once inside the bathroom, she pulled out some towels and turned on the water, nice and hot. She stood beneath the stream, hands braced on the shower wall, eyes closed, just letting the hot water run down her back. She never even heard the door open.

John stepped into the shower behind her, pulling the curtain closed. Seeing her standing there, water rushing over her smooth perfect skin brought a smile to his face. What is wrong with you, he thought to himself that you never saw her before. He felt just the tiniest bit sorry for her when he thought about the years of desire she had confessed to him. Still, he was here now, wasn't he? He could surely make it up to her.

He reached out and placed his hands gently on her hips. Leah gave a little start as she realized he had snuck in, but then leaned back against his chest, letting him wrap her in his arms. He nibbled the edge of her ear as he cupped her ample breasts in his hands. "I'm never going to let you go, you know," he murmured softly into her ear. "You're mine now." 

She spun around in his grip, pressing her hardening nipples against his chest. "Good," she said as she tilted her head up to kiss him. She could hardly believe that she wasn't dreaming. 

John stepped back and bent down to retrieve the shampoo bottle from the small shelf behind him. "Let me take clean you up," he said, as he poured a small amount into the palm of his hand. Obediently, Leah turned back around. He began to work the shampoo into the tangled mess of her hair, massaging her scalp as he did so. Once he had worked the shampoo through her long mane, he turned her around to face him again and began to rinse it out. He laid the slightest of kisses on her lips as he finished rinsing her long hair, and then grabbed her body wash and sponge off the shelf. 

He began to wash her body, lovingly caressing every inch of her skin as he did. Once she was all soaped up, he began to rinse the sweet smelling suds off her skin, exploring her with his hands. It was as if he was trying to memorize her, gently probing each part of her with his warm, soft hands. He spun her around to face the water again and began the process all over on her back side, lathering, rinsing, caressing.

As the last of the soap made its way down the drain, John placed his hands on Leah's hips. She began to turn to face him, but he held her in place and stepped closer, covering the distance between them. She could feel that he was hard once again, and bent forward to the position he had found her in, head under the shower spray, hands braced against the wall. She let out a tiny gasp as she felt the hardness of his head against the lips of her cunt. 

In one fluid motion, John thrust himself into her as he pulled her hips back against him. A moan escaped her lips as he began to move in and out, even tighter from this angle than it had been from the front. Once again, her orgasm began to build almost immediately. She shivered as the pleasure overcame her again, despite the heat of the water and the heat of their bodies. Still rock hard, John drew himself out of her and reached around her to turn off the water. 

"What are you doing? Aren't you going to finish?" she asked in a voice that could barely be heard. 

He placed a finger against her lips, silencing her. "Trust me."

He picked her up effortlessly, wrapping her long legs around him, and stepped out of the shower. He ignored her fevered kisses all over his face and her hands winding through his hair as he set her gently back on her feet. He turned her to face the mirror over the sink and bent her over the counter. As he spread her legs again, he locked her gaze with his own in the mirror. His eyes never faltered as he pushed his way back into her dripping pussy. He stared intently at her face as he fucked her. The intensity of his gaze as he plunged in and out kept her from closing her eyes. As he brought her over and over she fell into his burning brown eyes, and when he finally broke eye contact as his hot cum roared through her body, she found that she gasped for the breath she had forgotten to take.

As John finally slid himself out of her, Leah's knees buckled and she found herself sinking to the floor. She sat there dazed for a minute, while John started the shower again. "Are you ok?" he asked tenderly, standing over her.

"Yeah, but I think my legs are spent. I'm not used to so much good sex at once you know..."

"Just wait there a minute," he said. She could hear him get into the shower behind her. She listened as he washed himself, quickly but thoroughly, then turned the water down to fill the tub. A moment later, he was kneeling at her side. He slipped his arms under her and scooped her up. "I'll take care of you," he said tenderly.

He deposited her into the warm water and washed the remnants of their latest go round away. He left her there for only the briefest of seconds as he retrieved one of the fluffy towels from the counter, then unplugged the tub and let the water drain out. Spreading the towel across his lap, John picked Leah up and sat her on his lap. As he carefully dried her off, she began to feel the edges of sleep tug at her eye lids. Once she was dry, he gently carried her back into the bedroom and laid her down on the bed, tucking her in under sheets he must have changed as she was starting the shower.

The last thing she heard before sleep finally claimed her was, "Good night, Leah my love. Sweet dreams." 



At Long Last Ch. 02



"Good morning," she said softly. 

"Good morning," I replied. "Are you having fun with your new friend?"

"This was the first thing that I saw when I woke up," she told me, giggling. "He was standing tall and proud, and I thought it would be a shame to just ignore him."

"Indeed," I chuckled, as she continued stroking my stiff shaft.

"Last night was amazing," she said. "I've never felt like that. I never knew sex could be that enjoyable. Thank you."

"You don't have to thank me," I told her. "I enjoyed it as much as you did. I'm just sorry that it took that long to happen!"

"Me too," she sighed. "If I knew that it could be that good, heck, if I knew that YOU were that good, I would have attacked you a long time ago!"

"Hmmmm," I sighed. "There's a pleasant thought, you attacking me!"

Anna giggled again as she started stroking my shaft a little faster. "You like that idea? Of me attacking you?"

"I would love to see you let loose," I told her, sighing as she worked her hand on my cock.

"I wouldn't know what to do," she said softly, as she watched my per-cum leaking down to her fingers.

"You do what you want," I replied. "That's the whole point of letting loose. You do what your heart, or body, desires."

"Well, what my heart and body desires right now," she whispered, leaning down, "is this."

I moaned loudly and dropped my hands to the back of her head as she slowly lowered her lips down the length of my hard shaft.

I sighed and sank back into the bed as I looked down at her long, dark hair spread across my stomach while she slowly bobbed her head up and down.

With one hand still on the back of her head, I slid the other one down her back and cupped her firm ass. 

She tried to take me in deep as I squeezed her asscheek, and I felt the vibrations from her moaning in my shaft.

She jumped as I shifted my body and reached down further, gliding my fingertips across her pussy lips.

"Oh my gosh!" she exclaimed, releasing my cock from her lips. "I'm still sore down there!"

"Just let me take care of you," she said, as she wiggled her ass away from my hand.

"Baby, I have to tell you, it's very hard for me to cum from just that," I said as she crawled around and lay between my legs.

"Well then, I want to get better, so I can make you," she declared. "What can I do to help you now, though?"

"Oh, baby, you don't have to do anything for me," I told her.

"I WANT to!" she said, playfully pouting at me as she held my cock and stroked it.

"What will make you...finish?" she asked.

"What do mean 'finish'? I asked, teasing her.

"You know...finish," she replied softly.

"If you're going to open up and let loose, you've got to be able to say the words, too, baby," I said, pushing her further.

Anna let out a long, deep sigh as she looked in my eyes and stroked me faster. "I want you to cum!" she said softly.

"I can't hear you," I said. "Make me believe it."

"Cum! I want you to cum for me!" she exclaimed.

"Oh yeah!" I sighed. "That's good! Tell me what you want!"

"I want you to cum! I want to feel your...cock...cum in my hand!" she said, stroking me faster. "I want to feel your cum all over my hand!"

"Oh, yeah!" I sighed, as she stroked me. As she continued, she would occasionally lean in and wrap her lips around the head of my cock while she stroked me, and then flick her soft tongue along the rim.

At one point, she continued stroking me as she lowered her mouth down over my cock, and I reached down and grabbed a handful of her hair.

Anna moaned when she felt me pull on her hair, and started sucking and stroking with even more vigor.

After another minute or so, she lifted her head, letting my cock 'pop' from her lips. 

"I'm going to have to get used to this thing!" she said as she continued stroking me. "It's stretching my jaw out too much!"

"We'll get you as much practice as you want," I moaned.

"Promise?" she asked, leaning down and flicking her tongue around my balls.

"Absolutely!" I gasped, feeling her silky hair drape across my shaft.

"Good. I want to be a good lover for you," she told me.

"You ARE a good lover," I replied, starting to move my hips with her strokes.

"I want to be better," Anna told me, stroking and licking me faster. "I want to be your best!"

"Ohh yeah!" I moaned, sinking further into the mattress and humping to meet her strokes. 

"Are you going to...cum?" she asked softly.

"Yeah baby. I'm close!" I told her.

"Yesss," she whispered, as she gazed at my rod.

I lifted my head slightly and looked down at her and saw the expression of lust on her beautiful face, and I soon felt my balls start to tingle.

"Oh yeah, baby! I'm gonna cum!" I moaned.

"Yesss!" I heard her whimper as I let out a low growl and started spewing my load. 

I felt a splat land on my stomach, and then Anna gasped and slowed her stroking.

"Oh man!" I moaned, as I felt the last drops of cum seep out of my spent shaft. I looked down at Anna again, and her gaze was fixated on her fingers, which were covered with my sperm.

"Wow!" she said softly as she let my cock drop. "That was cool! I could feel you throb every time some of your cum came out. That was nice."

"I certainly enjoyed it!" I told her, as I rose up to my elbows.

As I looked at her, she was still staring at her hand. "What are you going to do with all of that, now that you have it?" I asked her.

"I don't know," she replied. "I've never done that before."

"Well, I think you have two choices," I told her. "You can wash it off, or you can lick it off."

She looked at me for a second, and said, "I've never tried it before."

"Well, if you've ever wanted to, now's a perfect time," I told her.

Looking back down at her hand, she slowly opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. I watched as she slid it up the side of her hand and along the length of one finger, scooping up a small steam of my cum.

"Mmm. That's not too bad," she said, after swallowing the small sample. 

"Do you like?" I asked.

"It's better than I thought," she answered. "I've heard it's really salty, that it's nasty... I didn't really know what to expect."

"I'm sure that I'll like it much better straight from the tap, though," she said, as she jumped up off of the bed and ran into the bathroom.

A couple of seconds later, I heard her turn on the shower, and then she poked her head back into the bedroom.

"Are you going to join me?" she asked. "I'll help you wash the off of your belly."

Smiling, I got up and joined her.

As we were finishing up in the shower, I pressed her up against the tile wall and kissed her, deeply, softly, and passionately. By instinct, I pressed my hips against hers, and my cock rubbed against her mound.

She moaned softly, and pressed her hips back at me. "I'll be much better tonight," she told me. I think she just needs a little time to recover. She's never had a work-out like that before!" 

"Not a problem," I replied. "And I'll be much more gentle on her tonight."

"The hell you will!" she hissed playfully at me. "I want you to fuck me tonight, and fuck me good!"

"Oohh! Listen to little miss potty mouth!" I teased.

"See what you do to me?" she responded shyly. "You make my say bad things, and do bad things!"

"And you love it," I teased.

"I do," she replied, looking up at me longingly. She looked like she wanted to say more, but she buried her face in my chest and hugged me.

"You're taking me out to eat this morning, by the way," she told me, as we started drying each other.

"I am?" I asked.

"Yes, you are!" she told me defiantly. "I was going to make us something this morning, but you wore me out last night, so I think that the least you could do is take me out to breakfast!"

I laughed and told her that was fine, but I'd rather have her for breakfast.

"I'll be dessert tonight," she replied. "IF you're good today!"

"Baby, I'm ALWAYS good!" I joked.

"Yeah, if last night was any indication...WHEW! You may wind up killing me!" she said, slipping a summer dress down over her shoulders. 

I noticed that she didn't put a bra on, and was only wearing a lacy black thong underneath her dress. After that, she then threw on a pair of sandals, and we left. 

After breakfast, we decided to take a drive to a mall out in the suburbs for the day. We decided to take my truck, and were soon headed towards the expressway, with Anna leaning against me, her head on my shoulder and my arm around hers.

As we left the city, Anna sat up straight and turned towards me. 

"Can I ask you something?" she said.

"Of course," I told her. "You can ask me anything."

"What did you mean this morning, when you said that you'd love to see me let loose?"

"I meant just that. I would love to see you just let your inhibitions go, and do what you want to do, what feels good to you, what you've always dreamt about, and fantasized about," I told her.

"I don't know if I can do something like that," she replied meekly.

"Sure you can," I told her. "You just have to stop being the 'good girl' you were always told you were supposed to be, and be what YOU want to be. Do things you've always wanted to do, sexually."

"You make it sound so easy," she said.

"No, I know it's not that easy. But I also know that you can do it, if you try. Last night showed me that."

"Last night was...special," she said. "And I think that the wine had a lot to do with it, too."

"It was special, for me too," I told her. "And if we have to get a few glasses of wine into you to open you up at first, then that's what we'll do!"

"Are you trying to turn me into a lush?" Anna asked, laughing.

"Somehow, I don't think that it'll get to that point," I replied, laughing with her.

With a sigh, she leaned back into me, and I placed my arm around her shoulder again.

A few minutes later, I was parking my truck, and I went around to help her out. 

As she opened her door and swung around in the seat, she spread her legs wide, causing her skirt to ride up high and show me her barely covered pussy.

"That kind of looks like an invitation, to me," I joked.

"You wouldn't!" she exclaimed.

Seeing that she didn't move, I replied, "Oh, but I would!"

I heard her sigh loudly as I leaned in and placed a warm kiss on her warm mound.

Her body went rigid for a second, and I kissed my way slowly down the front of her thong as she moaned and gasped.

After a couple of seconds of kissing, nibbling, and sliding the tip of my tongue along the sides of her panties, I stood up and took her hand.

"C'mon! I thought you wanted to do some shopping!" I told her.

"Oh my god!" she gasped. "You are so mean! You get me going like that, and then just stop?!?"

"Ok. I'm sorry," I said, playfully pouting. "I'll never do anything like that again!"

"No! That's ok!" she replied quickly, as she slid out of the truck. "I guess it wasn't THAT bad!"

Laughing, I took her hand in mine and we walked into the mall.

As we walked around, I couldn't help but notice all of the looks that she was getting from both men and women, and I felt even prouder to have her on my arm.

Being one of the largest malls in the country, we were there for quite a while. At one point, she made me walk around alone while she went into both Vicky's Secret and Fredrick's, so I stopped in another store and did a little shopping of my own for her enjoyment.

Just before we left, we went into a shoe store, and Anna started admiring a pair of cowboy boots.

"I've always wanted a pair like these," she told me, holding one up. "But Mike always told me that was a stupid idea, so I never bought any."

"Do you like those?" I asked her.

"Yes, I do," she replied sighing.

"Good. Try them on," I told her.

"What? I can't afford them!"

"Try them on," I repeated, as I looked for a salesperson.

I caught the eye of a cute college-aged girl who came over and started talking to Anna.

"Ooohh! Those would look SO cute on you!" the girl told Anna. "Let me see if we have them in your size."

I kept my distance and watched when she came back and helped Anna put them on. I noticed that the girl was leaving her hands on Anna's legs a little longer than necessary, and seemed to be flirting with her, but I blew it off to just trying to make the sale.

As I watched, though, I heard her tell Anna, "You have the softest skin! And such nice legs! I wish my legs were like yours!"

Anna blushed as she thanked her, and she squirmed in her seat a little.

When she had both boots on, Anna got up and started walking around, trying them out. I watched again, as the salesgirl's eyes seemed to linger on Anna's ass, and I smiled to myself.

As she turned and walked back, Anna headed towards me and smiled.

"I love them! They're so comfortable!" she told me.

"Good!" I told her. "We'll take them."

"Oh, honey! You don't have to do that!" she protested.

"Do you like them?' I asked.

"Yes," she replied softly. 

"Good. Then we'll take them. I WANT to do this for you."

Anna squealed and jumped up to hug me. "Thank you!" she said. 

"Baby, it's my pleasure making you so happy," I said, patting her on the ass. "Now either go take them off, or pack up your sandals so I can pay for them."

As she sat down to take the boots off, I heard the girl make a comment about me, and the V.S. bags. Anna whispered something about a surprise for me, and the girl replied that I was a lucky guy. I swear that I saw the girl try to look up Anna's dress as she lifter her leg, also.

As we were at the counter paying for the boots, the salesgirl told us that we were a cute couple, and she didn't know which of us was luckier, all the while looking at Anna. 

As we walked out of the store, I leaned into Anna.

"She liked you," I told her softly.

"She was nice," she replied.

"No, baby. I mean, she LIKED you," I said. "She was checking you out, her hands spent a long time on your legs when she was helping you with your boots...she LIKED you!"

"Oh, stop it!" she protested. "She's a girl! So am I!"

"So?" I replied, "that doesn't mean anything nowadays. Especially with college girls!"

"Yeah, you'd like that, wouldn't you?" she said, slapping my arm.

"The question is, would YOU?" I asked.

Anna was silent for a second, before she replied, "I don't know. I've never thought about it."

"Ok," I said, letting the subject drop, noticing, however, that she didn't say 'no.'

As we were driving home, we decided to stop off for dinner, so I headed to Anna's favorite Mexican restaurant.

As soon as we sat down, Anna ordered a Margarita, so I did the same. As we looked over the menu, I joked with her about being so thirsty she had to order a drink right away, and looked over the top of hers and smiled at me.

"Well, we saw what wine did to me last night, let's see what Tequila does do me tonight," she said.

"That sounds like a good experiment, to me!" I laughed.

After we got our drinks and placed our orders, Anna took my hands and looked at me.

"Do you really think that I can do it?" she asked.

"Of course I do," I told her. "But, which 'it' are you asking about?" 

"Let loose," she replied. "You're right. I've always been the 'good girl.' I was taught to be that as a girl, and Mike never encouraged me to open up, so I don't know if I can, or even what to do."

"Well, I think you can, if you really want to," I told her. "And you just have to be honest with yourself, and know what you WANT to do."

"Think of any sexual fantasy that you've ever had," I continued. "Not romantic, but sexual. Decide which one, or ones, are your favorite, or hottest, and then act on it."

At that point, we stopped talking for a second as the waitress brought our food, and we ordered another round of drinks.

"I don't know," she said softly, as she started cutting into her Carne Asada.

"Look, everyone, man and woman, has sexual fantasies," I told her. "You just have to admit that to yourself, to start, and then it all gets easier."

"What are some of yours?" she asked.

"Well, every man has the 'two girl' fantasy," I said. 

"What is it with that one?' she asked. "Why is two women together so hot for guys?"

"Well, I can't speak for all men," I told her, "but for me, it's the idea of two beautiful women both working on me, and seeing both of those women exploring each other, and all three of us making each other happy..."

"Hmmm," she replied. "I guess I can understand that. What other fantasies do you have?"

"Hmmm. I'd love to be able to take you out for a night on the town, with you dressed up sexy for me, and me for you, and we tease each other all night, in a restaurant, and a bar, and maybe dancing, until we can't stand it anymore and have to head home before we attack each other in public," I said.

"And maybe even then, we don't make it home. We might have to just pull over and fuck each other silly on the side of the road."

She picked up her drink and finished it off in one big gulp, before she said anything. 

"Wow!" she finally said. "That's...hot! That could be fun."

"I think so, too," I told her.

The waitress came over, and before I could say anything, Anna ordered another round of drinks.

"Are you sure you're going to be ok?" I asked. "You're still not much of a drinker."

"This is my last one," she told me. 

"It's an experiment, remember?" she giggled, clearly feeling the first two drinks.

"Ok," I laughed. 

"I want to 'let loose' tonight," she told me, with a gleam in her eyes. "This will help."

"Ok. I understand," I told her.

After we finished dinner, and our drinks, Anna went to the bathroom as I paid the bill, and we walked back to my truck.

As I walked her around to her side to help her in, she leaned against the side of the truck and pulled me to her forcefully, kissing me.

Her hands slid up and down my back, and she reached down to my ass, pulling me into her.

"I want to be naughty tonight," she whispered in my ear, "and I want you to help me."

"I'll do what I can," I told her, as I nibbled on her neck and pressed my hips into hers. "But you have to start, and take most of the lead." 

"Ok," she breathed. "Let's go."

I helped her into the truck, and she spread her legs for me again. This time she flashed me her bare pussy.

"Oops!" she giggled. "I must have forgotten to put my panties back on when I went to the bathroom!"

"THAT is a very good start!" I told her, as I leaned in to kiss her thighs. Instead, she closed her legs and swung herself into the seat, facing forward.

I walked around to my side of the truck and got in as she smiled at me, and I started driving home.

"So, all I have to do is think of naughty, sexy things, and then just do them?" she asked in a soft voice as she leaned in to me.

"Yes, that's about it," I told her, as she placed her hand on my thigh.

"So, if I want to be slutty, I just have to act slutty," she continued, sliding her hand towards my crotch.

"That works," I gasped as she wrapped her small hand around my quickly stiffening cock.

"Mmmm," she moaned. "I think I can do that tonight."

"Oh, yeah," I groaned, placing my arm around her and slipping my fingers under the top of her dress. "I think you can, too!" 

I started teasing her stiffening nipples with my fingertips while I drove quickly back to her place, and she opened my zipper and tried to slip her hand inside my pants.

Fortunately, I made it back to her building very quickly, and we were in her condo a couple of minutes later.

As we walked in, I turned and locked the door. Anna immediately grabbed me and pushed me against the door, and then knelt in front of me.

"I'm horny, and I'm feeling slutty," she told me as she reached up to open my pants. "I want to be your horny slut tonight!"




At Long Last Ch. 02



"Ok, baby," I moaned as she lowered my pants and boxers to my ankles. "Whatever you want!"

"I want THIS!" she said, leaning in and wrapping her lips around the head of my hard cock.

"Ohh yeahh!" I moaned, reaching down and putting my hands on the back of her head.

"Mmmm!" she moaned on my hard shaft, as I started thrusting my hips into her face and pulling her head in to me. "Mmhhmmm!"

I stood there for a couple of minutes as she continued to suck my hard pole. She kept moaning every time that she tried to take me deep, and I moaned and sighed along with her.

She soon pulled back and let my cock drop from her warm mouth and started stroking it. 

"Oh my gosh!" she gasped, sliding her hand up and down on my slick stick. "You really stretch my jaw!" 

"Your mouth feels good on me!" I told her.

"Good," she moaned, plunging her lips back down the length of my shaft.

A couple of seconds later, we heard her neighbor's door open, and then voices as they walked down the hallway and past the Anna's door. 

When I tried to tried to slow Anna down and keep her quiet, she did just the opposite and started moaning louder on my cock and getting even more aggressive. 

I tried to pull her up off of her knees, but she fought back by pushing my ass back hard against the door. There was no way that her neighbors could have not heard that. 

"I want your cum," she said loudly, pulling her head back and stroking my pole.

"Oh my god!" I moaned loudly, thumping my head against the door as she slid her lips back down my length.

"Baby, we have to move," I told her a few seconds later. "You're making my knees weak!"

She pulled back again and smiled up at me, still stroking my shaft. "Do you promise to let me have your cum?" she asked, pretending to pout. "In my naughty, slutty mouth?"

"What ever you want, baby," I answered.

"Ok," she replied, jumping up and pulling me by my cock to her couch.

When we got there, Anna guided me gently by my hard pole and sat me down. 

Kneeling between my legs, she leaned in and slid her tongue up the length of my shaft, and then flicked it around the sensitive underside of the head.

"Ohh! That's nice!" I told her, feeling her soft, silky hair drape across my cock as she continued to lick her way up and down.

"Ooohhh! You like that?" she asked, moving her head and sliding her hair along my cock more.

"Ohh yeah!" I moaned. "That feels nice!"

"Hmm. I wonder how you'll like this, then," she said, wrapping her long hair completely around my pole and then continuing to stroke it.

"Oh yeah!" I moaned.

Anna slipped her lips around the head of my cock and flicked her tongue across it while she continued stroking me with her hair wrapped around my shaft.

She looked up at me, her soft, full lips holding tight to my cock, and then slowly lowered her face, taking me as deep as she could, all the while keeping her eyes on mine.

"Oh my god!" I gasped, feeling the tip of my rod hit the back of her mouth. She still had a couple of fingers around the base of my shaft, but that was the deepest she had taken me.

Just as slowly, she raised her head until she released me from her lips.

"Mmm! That felt good, so deep in my mouth!" she told me. 

"Ohh ho! It sure did!" I replied. "That felt great!"

"I think my jaws starting to get used to you, too," she said happily. "It's not as sore!"

"That's even better," I told her, as I reached down and hooked my hands under her arms, and then lifted her up towards me.

I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her as she molded her body to mine. I could feel her hard nipples poking into my chest through her dress.

It was then that I realized that while she had me naked, she was still completely dressed. 

Holding her tight, I quickly rolled over and placed her on the couch as she tried to fight me.

Pinning her against the couch, I reached around her and slowly lowered the zipper on the back of her dress.

Releasing her, I lowered the shoulders of her dress down her arms and started sliding my body down hers, slowly kissing her tits as I exposed them and flicking my tongue across her nipples.

As I knelt down between her legs and lifted the front of her skirt, she put her hands on my shoulders and tried to hold me up.

"That's not fair," she pouted. "You just promised that you'd cum in my mouth!"

"And I will, my dear," I told her, as I moved her hands away and lowered my face to her pussy. "I just didn't say when."

"Oooooohhh!" she gasped, as I pushed her legs back and my tongue slowly slid up the length of her wet slit. "Ok. As long as you promise!"

"I promise," I replied, flicking my tongue lightly across the tip of her clit. "Your pussy is wet! You must like being naughty and slutty!"

"Yessss!" she gasped. "Oh, yesssss!"

She hooked her hands around the backs of her legs and held them back for me as I continued to flick my tongue across her clit.

I stiffened my tongue and slowly slid the tip down her slit, and then pressed my face into her as I stuck my tongue deep into her pussy.

She moaned loudly and reached her hands down further, trying to pull my face in to her as I tongue-fucked her hot, wet hole, keeping all of the pressure from my tongue on the roof of her pussy while my nose rubbed against her clit. 

I then slowly slid my tongue back up her slit, bringing with it some of her tasty juices, and went back to teasing her clit as I started to flick a fingertip at the opening to her pussy. 

"Ooohhh yessss!" she gasped, moving her hips up and down, trying to get my finger deeper. "Mmmmm!"

I brought another finger up and started flicking them both, alternating one up and the other down, as I slowly slid them inside her. My tongue continued to slowly drag up one side of the length of her clit while my fingers teased her pussy from underneath.

Once I had my fingers deep inside her wet hole, I curled them around her pelvic bone and continued wiggling them, and started sliding my hand back and forth just a little.

"Mmmmm!" she moaned, pushing her hips up into my face. "Yesssssss!"

When I started to flick the tip of my tongue lightly back across the tip of her clit, Anna gasped.

"Oh my gosh!" she moaned. "Your tongue feels so good!"

Still concentrating on the tip of her clit, I began to slowly shake my head and move my hand and increasing the pressure just a little bit more.

"Ohh! Yess!" she whined. "That's so good! Right there!!"

I started concentrating on the spots around her clit, and inside her pussy, that made her moan the loudest and buck her hips the most, and soon had her gasping and breathing heavier.

"Oh god! Yes! Right there!" she exclaimed, pulling my face in harder. "Don't stop! Please don't stop! That feels so good!"

Seconds later, I felt her pussy start to clamp down on my fingers. 

"Nnnggghhh!" she grunted loudly. "Nnngggoooooohhh! Ohh! Ooohhhh!!! Yesss! Oh my god! I'm cumming! Yeassss!"

Her pussy was so wet that my fingers were squishing in her juices, even as I slowed them down and pulled my face back.

Anna had collapsed into the cushions, and I started to get up. Before I did, though, I gave her clit one quick, last flick with my tongue, and her body jumped.

"Ohh!" she yelped. "Stop! I'm too sensitive there!"

"Are you too sensitive for this?" I asked, brushing the head of my cock against her wet opening.

"Oohhh!" she moaned in response, bringing her legs up around my waist.

"I'll take that as a 'no'" I teased, thrusting my cock all the way inside her. 

"Nnnghh!" she grunted, holding me tighter with her legs. "Oh my god!"

I leaned in and kissed her, keeping my shaft buried deep inside her, and she held me tight as our tongues began to dance together. 

Eventually, I pulled my lips away from hers and started moving my hips again. 

"Ohhhhh!" she moaned softly as my cock started sliding in and out of her pussy. 

"I could get used to that oral sex stuff!" she told me, breathing heavy and reaching her hands up to my chest.

"Which part?" I asked, thrusting myself in deep and grinding my pelvis against hers. "Giving or receiving?"

"Mmmm! Both," she replied. "I'm starting to get used to how thick you are, and I love what your tongue does to my...pussy!"

"That's good," I told her, as I continued fucking her. "You're very good at sucking my cock, and I love eating you. You have a very tasty pussy!"

"I do kind of taste good!" she agreed, licking off the juices that I left on her lips. "I can see why you like it!"

"I'm glad you like it, too," I told her, starting to take longer strokes. "Because when I'm ready, I'm going to pull my cock out of your wet pussy, all covered in your juices, and slide it back into your beautiful mouth."

"Ohh yess!" she moaned, long and low. 

I grabbed her legs and pushed them back towards her, placing her feet on my chest, and started fucking her faster.

"Ohhhhhhh yeahhhh! Oh fuck meee!" Anna whimpered. "That's so good!"

Just to tease her, I pulled my hips back and started fucking her with just the head, slipping it in and out of her pussy.

"Ohyeah ohyeah ohYEAH!" she yelled as I pulled out and slid right back in. "Ooohhhhhhhhhh!"

Not wanting her to cum again yet, I pulled all the way out and stood up. Anna moaned at the suddenly empty feeling, and looked up at me.

"Why did you stop?" she whined. "I was almost cumming again!"

"Stand up," I told her, offering her my hand.

"Oh my god! I don't know if I can! My legs are so wobbly," she replied. "I feel like I have spaghetti legs!"

As she took my hand, Anna leaned in and stuck her tongue out, flicking it across the underside of my shaft.

"Mmm! Tasty!" she said, just before she slid her lips down the length of my pole.

"Oh, yeah!" I moaned. "That's nice!"

She sucked my cock for a couple of minutes before I stepped back.

"It's a good thing I left your dress on you," I told her, looking down. "You've got a big wet spot on your skirt, and that would've left a nice stain on your couch!"

"Holy crap!" she exclaimed, looking at her skirt. She started laughing as I stood her up, and then shimmied out of her dress, leaving it in a pile on the floor.

I walked her around to the side of the couch, and bent her over the arm. 

I squatted down a little to get at the right height, and then thrust my cock back deep inside her pussy.

"Nnggghh!" she grunted as my hips bumped against her firm ass. She leaned forward, draping herself over the arm and resting her head on her forearms as I began moving my hips back and forth.

Anna let out a long moan as I grabbed on to her hips and started fucking her faster.

"Ohh yeahhh!" she moaned. "Fuck me! Fuck me baby! Harder!"

I slapped her on the ass and she yelped loudly, and then started wiggling her ass back and forth.

I straightened my legs just a little, changing the angle my cock went in, and she lifted her head and gasped.

Seeing her long black hair on her back, I reached down and grabbed a handful, pulling back on it.

"Oh yes!" she yelled as I pulled on her hair and slammed my hips against hers. "Give it to me! Give it to me, baby!"

I twirled my hand, curling her hair in my grip, and continued fucking her hot little pussy. Anna raised herself up on her arms again and placed her hands on the couch, and started pushing her ass back at me.

"Oh yeah!" she exclaimed. "I'm cumming! Oh my god, I'm cumming! Ohh YEAHH!"

Anna's body started shaking, and her legs gave way, her body collapsing over the arm as her orgasm swept over her.

I released her hair and slowed down, letting her body recover. My shaft was still buried deep inside her, and I slid my hand down her back, which was covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

"Oh my goddd!" she moaned into the seat cushion. "I think you're trying to kill me!"

Laughing, I slowly pulled my cock out of her wet pussy and slapped it on her ass. I helped her raise up, and took her by the hand as I walked around to the front of the couch and sat down with my ass at the edge of the seat cushion.

Without a word between us, Anna straddled my legs and slowly lowered herself down on my cock.

"Oh my god," she moaned softly in my ear as she leaned forward. "You fill me up so good!"

"Oh yeah," I moaned in agreement as she started moving her hips back and forth, grinding against me with my cock deep inside her pussy.

I reached my hands around to her asscheeks and gripped them as she fucked me, and she placed her hands on my chest.

"I want you to cum for me," she told me, as she started moving her hips faster. 

"I'm almost there, baby," I told her, raising my hands to her chest and pinching her nipples.

"Ohhh yeahhh!" she gasped, as I pinched and rolled her stiff nipples between my fingers.

Soon, she began to slide up and down on my cock, and I looked down to see her juices flowing down my shaft.

"Oh yeah, baby!" I moaned. "That's nice!"

"Ohhyesss!" she groaned back. "Are you gonna cum?"

"Soon. Real soon!" I told her.

"Tell me when," she said, looking at me with glazed eyes. "You promised!"

"I will."

I released her nipples, and Anna's tits started shaking on her chest as she began to bounce up and down my pole.

"Oh yeah, baby!" I moaned. "I'm gonna cum!"

Hearing that, Anna jumped down off of my cock and knelt between my legs.

"Yeah, baby! Cum for me!" she moaned as she wrapped her fingers around my cock and started stroking it.

Looking up at me, she leaned in and slid her mouth down the length of my shaft as she continued stroking it. 

"Oh yeah!" I moaned, reaching down for the back of her head. "Suck me cock, baby! I'm almost there!"

"Yes!' she exclaimed, pulling her mouth from my rod. "Cum, baby! Give it to me!"

Anna dropped her mouth back over my cock and started stroking faster, moaning on me as she did.

"Oh, damn baby! I'm gonna cum!" I said, feeling the tingle in my balls.

"Mmmm!" she moaned, moving her hand and her head even faster. "Mmhhmmm!"

"Ohhhh! Damn!" I bellowed, as I felt my balls contract and empty themselves into Anna's mouth.

I held tightly to her head and bucked my hips up at her face as my cock spewed it's load down her throat, and Anna slowed her stroking and moaned in contentment.

"Oh my god!" I moaned, as I felt my shaft start to soften in her mouth. "Holy crap!"

Taking on last gentle pull on my deflating rod, she slowly slid her mouth up off of me and let it fall onto my leg.

"Wow!" she said, looking at me soft cock. "That was fun!"

"Oh yeah!" I moaned in agreement, barely able to move.

"I was right!" she said, getting up to kiss me. "We DO taste good together!"

"I'm glad you like," I told her. "You can have as much as you want."

"Promise?"

"Absolutely!" I told her, as she helped me stand.

We soon went to bed, and lay there with my arm around her shoulder and her head on my chest.

"That was fun!" she said, as we held each other.

"Yes, it was," I replied. "It was good that you started to open up a little, too."

"Yep. And do you see what I told you this morning?" she sighed. "You make me say bad things, and do bad things!"

"And what did I tell you?" I laughed. "You love it!"

"Yes, I do," she said softly as she ran her fingers along my chest and looked up at me. "And I love you, too."



At Long Last Ch. 02



Chapter 2 Free to play

Two days later Sophie approached me during a coffee break and started to apologise. She tried to explain.

"I'm sorry you weren't prepared for that orgy thing. I quite enjoy a change of partners during a sex session like that. I thought you would too."

"I just thought Paul and I were made for each other. Will I ever see him again?" I asked my. 

"I'm seeing Jim next Saturday and I'll find out for you then," Sophie promised me.

When I met me on the following Monday, I had bad news for me. Paul had been called home to Antigua by illness in the family. Jim hadn't been too sure of all the details but it seemed that his mother was very ill and Paul was needed as a provider, and to help look after the other children.

I felt a wave of regret at not being able to sort things out with Paul now. There had been a spark of something good between us that I had never felt with anyone else. It was such a pity we had parted as we did and now it was too late. Later when I was in bed in the dark I thought about him and wept quietly.

It was several weeks before Sophie could get me to go out. Eventually I was persuaded to go to a party given by some Italians. It was a noisy, cheerful party and after a night spent dancing, singing and drinking a quantity of Lambrusco, I found myself being assisted up the stairs by an attractive young engineering student called Roberto. We had danced together several times and Roberto had openly stated his desire for sex with me, as well as demonstrating it by pressing his erection against my 'mound of Venus' in every slow dance. He had made me laugh with his amusing line of chat as well. So when we got into an empty bedroom, I did not resist as Roberto assisted me out of my dress, and into the bed, where he joined me as soon as he could shed his own clothes. He kissed me and fondled my breasts, then took my hand and guided it onto his cock as I wriggled out of my knickers. 

"How do you fancy that then?" he asked me, as his hand went between my legs to feel the wetness of my vagina.

"It's a lovely, big, stiff cock" I agreed.

"Just right to fit into your luscious wet cunt, Helen? And give you a damn good shag?" he suggested.

Caught in a sudden rush of desire, I urged him,"Of course it is! Come on, Roberto, hurry up, get it into me before I change my mind!" 

He thrust his swollen cock up between my open legs into my warm wetness and we worked in unison until he came. To my delight, he carried straight on, and I soon had my own first come. 

"That's lovely, Roberto!" I laughed as I told him.

"I felt you needed a damn good fuck," he replied smiling. Roberto was an expert lover and I enjoyed a long string of orgasms. Occasionally we rested, but never for long. We were still going strong at dawn. Roberto went downstairs and came back with some hot chocolate. We sat up in bed together and drank it.

"That will help you get some sleep, Helen. Me too! I must have fucked you nine times and I'm absolutely whacked. I reckon you had two or three orgasms to my one, which means that you must have come nearly thirty times. I've never been with a girl who enjoyed being fucked as much as you do, you gorgeous little sex-pot!" Roberto told me.

I grinned at him; "I was feeling a bit down last night. I was fed up with the world in general and men in particular. You cheered me up and made me laugh. So I decided I might as well let you fuck me as a reward. You were such a good lover I found I was enjoying it a lot. I was always told Italians made good lovers. If they are all like you, I'll have to emigrate! Now let's cuddle up and get some sleep."

I saw Roberto casually for several weeks, and although we enjoyed each other's company, as well as the sex, neither of us wanted to take the relationship further. Being good friends who enjoyed the occasional shag together was enough.

Roberto shared his flat with two other Italians called Leo and Luigi. It was at a party at their flat that Leo introduced me to another Italian, a swarthy good-looking forty something year old called Salvatore Khassab. He was Roberto insisted, not a true Italian, although he spoke the language fluently enough. Apparently Italians with names like that usually hailed from Malta. Solly, as they called him, had studied film making in Italy before coming to London. When he shook my hand I noticed the slight pudginess which suggested he would run to fat in later life. He held up his hands in front of his eyes as if he was looking at me through a camera's viewfinder. 

"The camera could be quite kind to you, Helen. You must come and do a test for me some time" he told me. I thought it was just the usual sort of chat up line that men like Solly would give a girl at a party, so I regarded it more as a gambit to get me into bed, than an actual invitation to a film test. He did dance with me a couple of times and I found him to be a pretty good dancer, but I ended up staying the night in bed with Roberto, where I was happy not to get too much sleep.

Two days later, Sylvia asked me to come over to see her and Veronica again. Suspecting another game of strip poker, I put on some smart underwear and, this time I didn't wear two of anything except, of course my stockings and shoes. When I got to Sylvia's place, she and Veronica were handing drinks out to three black men.

"Sophie told us that black men turned you on, Helen", Sylvia whispered.

They sat in two big settees, Veronica and Sylvia with Michael between them and me between Jeff and Ben. The cards were dealt and the first round loser was Jeff, followed by me. By the time the others had discarded their blouses and skirts, trousers and shirts, Jeff and I were in underpants and bra and knickers. The next round we were both dealt aces, the lowest cards of all.

Jeff stood up, took my hand and walked with me to the bedroom, where we hurried to get the last of our clothes off. Then I lay down on the bed with my legs open and Jeff positioned himself over me.

"I'll try not to hurt you, Helen," he told me. In reply I grasped hold of his rampant cock with my hand and began inserting it into my vagina.

"Come on, Jeff," I cried, "give me a good hard fuck. You know you want to!"

I said it loud enough for the other four to hear. In fact, Jeff's cock gave the lie to the often-repeated assertion that black men all had great cocks. His wasn't a patch on Roberto's tool but he knew how to use it! Most men, and some girls, it must be said, put too much emphasis on the length of the man's cock. Girth is more important and I reckon stiffness is even better - not, I hasten to add - that I'd ever say no to a giant black cock if one came my way! There was some giggling, then the game was over and Sylvia and Veronica were soon impaled on the cocks of their black lovers too.

When the men had gone, the other girls congratulated me on being such a "noisy fucker" and said they enjoyed hearing me having such a good time on Jeff's cock.

"You are like a different girl from last time we did anything like this, Helen darling", Sylvia told me.

"I feel a lot happier with life at the moment. At last I'm able to really enjoy sex and not feel guilty about it. It is great to look a man in the eye and tell him you want to drop your knickers for him. I'd never done anything like that before and it feels wonderfully free".

Two days later Sophie rang to ask me to come over for a party. So I was back at Sophie's flat with a clean pair of spare knickers in my bag. The guys were to be two American servicemen down for the weekend from Lakenheath Air Force Base.

When they turned up at the door, however, there were four of them! All big black hunky men with soft accents from the southern states of the US

As we went into the kitchen to bring out a buffet Sophie had prepared earlier, I asked, "How are we going to manage this lot!"

"Don't worry, Helen darling, it will be all right. You'll see how we can cope. Just follow my lead."

Sophie put on some records and started dancing with one of the men called Charlie. Another guy called Johnny got me up to dance. Both men let their hands start wandering over our curves, working their way down to the cheeks of our bottoms. Neither of us objected to this sexual familiarity.

When the music stopped, the other two men, Jude and Arvin got up for the next dance. It was much slower than the first. The guys held us very close and I could feel Jude's erection grinding against my mound of Venus as our bodies writhed in tune with the music. Sophie took Charlie and Arvin into the bedroom, got them to undress and placed Charlie on his back on the bed. She climbed up between his legs and took his cock into her mouth. Then Arvin mounted her from behind and drove his erection into her cunt from the rear. It gave me quite a thrill to watch this and my two guys were quick getting their clothes off so we could get into the same position on the other side of the bed. It felt strangely satisfying to be able to pleasure these two men simultaneously and I came just as quickly as they did. Then they changed places so they both had a go at fucking my cunt and my mouth. Later Sophie and I exchanged "crews" and repeated the performance. All in all, it was a very satisfactory night for the six of us and I felt grateful to Sophie for teaching me so much about satisfying men. It is one thing to know about "sex" in a clinical sort of way but quite another to know way to a man's heart!

One of my fellow student nurses was a waif of a girl with a very pretty face called Loren. She came from a very well off family and wore expensive clothes when she wasn't in the student nurses' uniform. She asked me to model for her boy friend Freddie, who was an aspiring fashion photographer by all accounts. She explained that Freddie needed to make a little money from his work for the sake of his self esteem if nothing else. She took my measurements and promised I'd get to keep the clothes we used.

On my next day off, I went along to the flat they shared. Loren answered the door and invited me in to meet Freddie. I hadn't realised that her boy friend was black. He wasn't very tall, with a wiry sort of body, a bit like Jim. But whereas Jim was tidy and well groomed, Freddie wore his hair in untidy dreadlocks, sported a wispy moustache and goatee beard. He had a flat nose and very thick lips. I somehow couldn't envisage the two of them making love. I suppose stranger things have happened.

Freddie explained he wanted some glamour shots, erotic but not pornographic. All I had to do was enter the room, undress, put on a nightie and get into the double bed. I noted the expensive satin sheets and pillows.

While Freddie prepared the expensive Swedish roll-film camera, I got changed into the clothes Loren had acquired. They consisted mainly of wonderful satin and lace undies and a beautiful night-gown of luscious pink satin. I put on the lovely new underwear behind a screen, then put my nurses uniform over the top. The I posed with my hand on the door-knob as if I'd just come in. Freddie turned on the lights and started shooting. That is, he took a shot from about every conceivable angle as I undid each button, zip or hook. It took nearly forty minutes before I got my topcoat off and my uniform half-way, just down to the waist. Then we stopped for tea and a sandwich. They seemed happy enough with the way it was going but I was finding that being a model could be a trifle tedious!

It amused me how often Freddie would set up his camera to get a shot up my skirt, just to catch a glimpse of a lacy edge of petticoat or a little peek at my knickers. I asked him why he bothered when I was soon going to have them openly displayed.

"Ah! That's the whole trick!" he exclaimed, "It's not what a guy can see so much as the fleeting flash of a promise that turns most men on. Remember that if these shots don't give most men a hard cock they will fail. That's what all this is about."

"No wonder I spent so many years not even remotely knowing anything that went on in men's minds," I replied.

We did more shots of me rolling around on the bed, fondling my crotch, showing my knickers a bit more openly, bending over to display my satin clad arse and then removing my stockings and suspender belt. Then I slipped my lovely satin and lace petticoat off, shoulder strap at a tome, then lowering it to my waist, then ever so slowly down over my legs. Then equally slowly, it was off with my bra. Freddie got me into a beautiful satin night-gown before he started getting me to lower my knickers and cavort around on the bed for a few last shots before he got me curled up asleep. 

Loren had been out for the last two hours doing a bit of shopping. Freddie had me get fully dressed again for a few more shots with a different camera back, loaded with Polaroid film, he told me.

Loren now became the camera operator while Freddie started to help me undress. I was somewhat surprised when he kissed me- click- fondled my breasts –click - helped me out of my uniform – click, click – more breast fondling – click –now fondling between my legs – click, click – now behind me, feeling a tit with one hand while he groped between my legs, running his middle finger along the lips of my cunt through the thin layer of satin – click, click, click – now pulling my petticoat up and sliding his fingers down under the waistband of my knickers to caress my cunt in a way that really began to turn me on – click, click, click. Loren was smiling, delighted at the sight of Freddie groping me and she was getting the camera working furiously, not to miss a thing.

I realised that the pair of them were enjoying all this and so I concentrated on giving a good sexy show. Freddie slipped my bra and petticoat shoulder straps off and eased both garments down, while I unclipped his trousers and dropped them and his underpants, allowing his cock to spring free. I dropped to my knees and massaged the lovely big black cock for a few moments before licking it with my tongue. Then I took it into my mouth as if to swallow it. 

"That's right, Helen," he cried, "you're doing great, girl! Show Loren what a good cocksucker you are."

I would have let him come in my mouth but he had other ideas. He pushed me back on the bed, mounted me and lined his swollen cock up with the entrance to my cunt, then he began to slide it into me. It felt good to be able to please him and I began to move in unison with him as he began thrusting and withdrawing his cock from me. All the time, Loren was clicking away merrily; looking pleased with herself as her boyfriend fucked me with increasing energy. When Freddie came and shot his spunk into me he didn't stop but carried on to unload two more loads of sticky creamy cum into me, which, while I thought it was unnecessary, I certainly didn't object to it at all. Quite the contrary.

Loren said it was getting late and I had better stay the night with them. She took off her clothes, got onto the bed with us and began sucking Freebie's cock up to size again. I got my face between her legs and stuck my tongue into her cunt, licking as deep as I could. Freddie twisted round and began to lick my cunt, ignoring the fact that it was dribbling his own spunk as well as my over abundant cunt juices. We had a great time as a threesome and slept very well after our exertions until Loren awoke to put the kettle on for morning tea.

"You were great, Helen," Loren told me as we went to work, "I didn't dare tell you all of the stuff we wanted to do up front in case it put you off. I thought you would be best to sort of ease you into it a bit at a time. I hope you didn't mind, did you?"

"Of course not! I had a damned good time apart from the first two or three hours which were a bit boring!"

"Freddie and I would like to do another session with you if you wouldn't mind. Do you think you could fit us in?" Loren asked.

"Of course I will. And I think you might try and get some movie material out of it too," I replied.

When I saw Sophie she told me that Solly had been asking after me. I rang the number he left and he picked me up on my next free day.

I had risen early, bathed, dressed in my best underwear, a white silk blouse and a pretty blue skirt. I just had time for a coffee before Solly arrived to drive me in his rather flashy Ford Zodiac to a detached house in Purley. The sky was full of dark grey clouds and Solly told me that rain had been forecast for later. The crew consisted of a cameraman, a soundman, Solly's wife Rachel, who did make-up, costumes and any necessary secretarial work. Their fifteen-year-old daughter, a fresh faced blonde called Bonny, did continuity, made the tea and acted as a general dogsbody. The working rooms were up stairs. The camera, recorder and the lighting equipment were in the back bedroom. The front bedroom was a dressing room and the two smaller bedrooms were an office and storeroom. Solly got me to enter the room, speak a few lines; pick up a case and leave. He seemed pleased enough with me. He cautioned me not to look directly at the camera unless the script called for it and to deliver the spoken words very slightly slower than in normal speech. Then they did it all again and broke for tea. I was amazed that it was already after ten o'clock. A handsome black man joined us for coffee and Solly introduced him as Henry. I noticed that even the palms of his hands were black and his skin didn't seem to shine at all, giving a special quality to his blackness. It showed off his dazzling white teeth to perfection when he smiled. 

When the others were directed to make preparations for the next shoot and Henry and I found ourselves alone, I found out that his proper name was Henri de Courceille. He had been born in the Ivory Coast. His well-to-do parents had thought it prudent to move to Paris when one of his father's main rivals had become an official in the administration during the run-up to independence. They weren't rich and Henri had to win a scholarship for his education. He had originally come to London to learn English and had stayed to study medicine. I, indeed most women, found his French accent charming. His manner was assured. His forebears had never been slaves, so he carried no chip on his shoulder, and his easy grace enabled him to make friends in any circle. He had been a good runner at school and he had represented his country as a sprinter. There had been talk of the Olympics but he found the training too tedious and time consuming. When Bonny came to call us it was raining hard.

"Thank goodness the forecast was right for a change", said Solly, who had set up a covered platform on wheels for the equipment just outside the house. Everybody else stood under golf umbrellas. Bonny handed me a couple of large full shopping bags while Solly told my to stand outside the gate, in the rain, looking up and down. When Henri came running along, I was to accost him and plead with him to let me into the house. Solly showed me the small, partly open cellar window and gave me a rough idea of the dialogue he wanted.  

I carried the heavy bags out into the rain and stood looking up and down. The rain intensified to a downpour and soon began to soak my clothes. I was glad to see Henri come trotting along.

"Please!" I cried, "please help me. I've forgotten my keys and I can't get into my house! I'm getting soaked out here."

"How can I help?" Henri asked.

"If you could just get a hand into that window down here, get it off the latch and open it further, you might squeeze through."

"I'll try just for you," Henri said, observing the way my now soaking blouse had become almost transparent and clung tightly to the outline of my breasts. 

In a few moments Henri had managed to get into the house and emerged at the front door to let me in. 




At Long Last Ch. 02



"Come in and have a cup of something hot," I invited him.

At that point, Solly called cut and the crew brought the gear inside and set it up for the next scene. While that was going on, Henri and I were given warm drinks by Bonny and stood in front of a large electric fire to keep warm. The next shoot was in the living room. When we went in Solly produced a garden spray full of warm water. Solly took us to the bathroom.

"You would look too dry on the film," he explained as he directed the spray over us until we were both dripping wet again. As he did so, he explained what he wanted us to do next. 

"Do you two have any objection to having sex with each other?" he asked, "Because we can either simulate it or use stand-ins if you do. It's up to you."

Henri grinned at me. "No problem on my part," he affirmed. Solly turned to me and lifted his eyebrows.

"Nor on mine," I said because I quite fancied Henri, but instantly regretting it when I thought of the camera and crew that would be surrounding us. Solly must have been reading my mind because his next words were, "Try and forget about the camera. Be natural. Talk to each other and don't just have sex. Make love as if you really mean it. You obviously like each other. That helps, so don't be coy, just enjoy yourselves with each other."

Solly went on to instruct us in the sequence of moves he wanted from us. Then we went into the living room and he called "Action".

I guided Henri into the room, lit the gas fire and found a clotheshorse, which I arranged to one side of it. 

"Why don't you take off that wet shirt while I get us a hot drink," I said going into the kitchen. 

When I emerged with two steaming mugs, Henri had removed his shirt and it was hung in front of the fire. I handed him his mug, took off my shoes, then said, "I don't suppose you mind if I strip off a bit too. A man like you won't complain at a show of ladies underwear, will you?"

So saying, I unbuttoned my blouse, slipped it off and hung it to dry besides Henri's shirt. Then I unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor. I turned my back to him as I bent, giving him an enticing view of my curves. I picked up the skirt and hung it on the horse. 

"Now your slacks too!" I cried, "They're wetter than my skirt!"

As Henri kicked off his shoes and dropped his trousers, I slipped out of my petticoat. They hung their clothes up together, laughing. I turned my back to him again, "Can you undo my bra for me? That's a bit damp too."

Henri unclipped my bra, slipped the straps off my shoulders and cupped his hands over my bare breasts. I managed to hook the bra on the horse before saying, "I think your underpants and my knickers could be damp too."I leaned back against him as he continued to fondle my breasts, and then I reached behind me and started to pull his pants down. His hands ran down my body to my waist, under the elastic of my pretty knickers and pulled them down. As they stepped momentarily apart, I looked down at Henri's cock. 

"My goodness, that's a big, stiff cock you've got there!" I exclaimed.

"All the better to fuck you with," he replied. 

At this point I got the giggles, so filming stopped while I recovered. By the time I was ready, Henri's erection had deflated, so Rachel gave him some manual encouragement, a process that I observed carefully.

When they were ready to restart, Henri carried me over to the settee, where he sat, and lowered me onto his cock. I felt embarrassed at the beginning but as Henri began to thrust his cock into me, I was carried away on a wave of sexual euphoria. All this was watched by the main camera, and another one held by Solly, to make sure they got the penetration from a good angle. Neither Henri nor I had to pretend our orgasms. We came several times quite naturally to Solly's obvious delight. Then we pretended to go to sleep. When Henri "awoke", not only me but also the whole of the household furniture and equipment had disappeared too. A distant police siren sounded and warned Henri not to hang about too long. He dressed hurriedly and left whistling a happy tune. As he passed Solly's camera, positioned outside the house for this last shot, he smiled and winked. Who minded being taken for that sort of a ride? 

"Taken for a ride" was the title Solly gave the short film. My pay for the day's work was a hundred pounds, which I put into my bank account next morning. Solly was very pleased and the whole crew congratulated Henri and me. I gathered that it was unusual to get so much good material first time. Solly asked me to come for another session when he had a suitable plot and I had enough time off. He drove me back home with my wet clothes in a plastic bag. Apart from my spare knickers, all I had on was a T-shirt and jeans borrowed from Rachel.

Sylvia and Veronica took me out one evening after work to a West Indian Club in Paddington, not far from the nurses home. We went into a crowded dimly lit bar and the girls lead me up some stairs to and large carpetted lounge bar where they introduced me to a black woman in her mid-thirties. "We'd like you to meet Wanda who runs this place", said Sylvia.

Wanda was an attractive woman who shook my hand, greeting me warmly. She had a great wide smile that was quite infectious. I couldn't help but smile back. After a couple of gin and tonics and a chat with Wanda, I noticed a group of three men, one bigger than his companions. He was a handsome six feet one fellow of athletic build including broad shoulders. He looked vaguely familiar to me but I couldn't place him. The other two men sat with the student nurses but the tall one came to ask me to dance.

A rumba was playing and I was very agreeably surprised at the poise, agility and timing that my partner displayed. He was so good that I found I could dance the rumba well although I had previously thought of it as one of my worst dances. He kept me up for the next dance, a samba, and again I found him so easy to dance with, I found myself wondering if he might be a professional dancer. Strangely the man did not bother to introduce himself and when I sat down again, I asked Wanda who he was and why I thought I should know him

"Silly girl, Helen," Wanda replied, "that's Mike Drummond. He won the British heavyweight boxing title last week. His picture's been in all the papers and on TV"

"So that's it! I knew I'd seen him but as boxing turns me off, I didn't pay much attention. He doesn't look like a boxer, does he? I mean his face is handsome and his ears are normal..." I trailed off laughing and Wanda smiled indulgently.

"That's because he's so good. He's so fast, so quick on his feet and hits them so hard, his opponents have never managed to hurt him. The only time he was beaten, he slipped on something, fell onto his own fist and knocked himself out. He's a boxer, not a brawler like a lot of fighters. With him it's an art."

Mike asked me up again and this time he moved me stylishly round the floor to a quickstep, following that up with a cha-cha. He saw that I had difficulty when we were apart and danced the rest of the time holding me close, for which I was grateful. When we finished he asked my name and I had a chance to congratulate him on his victory.

"Aha! I didn't think you knew who I was," he laughed.

"Wanda told me," I smiled and added, "I'm sorry I'm not a boxing fan. I don't follow any sports really." 

"There's no reason why you should," he said, "and it's good for my ego to be taken down a peg now and then. Otherwise I'd have a head as big as..." and he stretched his hands out to illustrate.

He sat with his two companions and the girls, but every so often his eyes would return to me. He had obviously taken a fancy to me.

Wanda gave me another drink, my third. She seemed somewhat anxious. She opened her mouth to say something to me, shut it again, took a deep breath and then came out with,

"Helen, I'm going to ask you to do me a favour. Do you like Mike Drummond?"

"Yes, he's a great dancer, he's reasonably handsome, well built and he seems a nice enough fellow," was the reply.

"He's been in training for a couple of months and that means living like a monk. Tonight is his first night on the town for ages and the girl I had lined up for him has had to go home to nurse her sick mother. Would you be a darling and help me out?" Wanda pleaded.

"What do you mean, Wanda? Are you asking me to go to bed with a guy I hardly know?" the words were fairly negative, but Wanda was encouraged by the fact that I hadn't turned the idea down flat.

"I wouldn't ask you to do it if I wasn't desperate, Helen, you must know that. And it's not as if you don't like black men. You wouldn't be here if you did.. Don't you fancy Mike just a little? I'm told he's extremely 'well hung' as they say, and very good in bed".

I hesitated, then gulped down the last of my drink. Wanda sensed victory. She put another gin and tonic in front of me and went on, "Go on, Helen, be a darling. You're bound to have a good time with Mike. He'll give you a real good shag. He's very keen on you, I can tell."

Mike walked across to us and asked me to dance another rumba. As I got up, the key to room five was slipped into my hand and Wanda gave me an encouraging smile. I nodded my agreement to my new friend.

The dance was the best of the night for me. With Mike as my partner, I felt I was floating and swaying to the exotic rhythm, my feet hardly seemed to touch the floor. When it stopped, I held on to Mike for a second or two. Then I found his hand, took a deep breath, and led him up the stairs to room five, with Wanda grinning broadly at us.

Once in the room, I kicked off my shoes, unzipped and took off my dress and was thinking I was glad I had put on my best underwear for the evening, when Mike swung me round and pulled me close. He was already naked and through my thin underclothes, I felt his huge erection. He began kissing me and fondling me all over. His urgent excitement began to transmit itself to me. As I reached for his cock, his hands on my breasts grasped the satin of my petticoat and ripped downwards, tearing my best lingerie to bits. He tore off my sexy French knickers too. He effortlessly turned me round, pushed me top forward with my arms on the end of the bed, moved my legs apart and prepared to drive his monstrous cock into what he thought was his pretty young white whore.

"Be careful with that enormous great cock of yours, Mike. It must be about a foot long. I've never had one that big in me before," I pleaded, nevertheless taking it in my hand and holding it's head against the lips of my vagina. 

Mike tried to hold himself back, but he found it difficult. He could hear my sharp intake of breath every time he thrust his pride and joy into me and my sigh of relief as he withdrew. Before his cock was more than two or three inches in, Mike gave a sobbing gasp. He felt an enormous sense of satisfaction as he felt his first load of cum shoot into my cunt. He found he had lubricated me enough to make further progress into me much easier and my sighs of pleasure replaced the gasps of pain. He came again before getting his massive great cock fully into me and was surprised and gratified to hear me moaning with my own orgasm. I pulled away and swung round to face him. I was laughing and indicated my pretty petticoat torn right down the middle from between my breasts,

"You might as well finish ripping this off!" I told him. 

Laughing with me, he grasped the material tearing it off my shoulders and down the back. Then he tore off my pretty suspender belt, ripping chunks out of the tops of my best nylon stockings, which he then proceeded to tear off in strips.

I stood naked, opened mouthed at the total wreckage of my best underwear. I had only meant him to finish off the petticoat. I shook my head and laughed ruefully. 'What the hell,' I thought. 'When Sophie said to give yourself completely, she really meant it! This next part had better be worth it!'

I led Mike over to the bed, sat on the edge and took hold of Mike's cock. I kissed the tip, swung back and opened my legs provocatively.

"Come on then, you rampant great stallion," I cried, and as he got over me and I pulled his cock into her, "Now fuck me hard. As hard as you like!"

Mike drove his cock into me with incredible energy and I had one orgasm after another. The wonderful tingling sensation had hardly died down before I came again and again. There was no shred of doubt in my mind now that Wanda had done me a favour letting me have Mike Drummond for the night! Regrets over the loss of my best lingerie also vanished. 'Nothing was too high a price to pay for such outrageously great fucking. If there was a championship for the best fucker in the land he would win it for sure,' I laughed out loud at the thought.

"What's amusing you so much, Helen?" he queried.

I told him and we laughed together.

"Mike Drummond, I crown you the British Champion Bonker," I cried joyously, as he shot another load of cum into my willing, welcoming cunt, giving me yet another orgasm.

When he had shafted me ten times, Mike rolled off and made as if to finish.

"That's the best fuck I can ever remember You really are a lovely bit of cunt, Helen," Mike told me.

I smiled gleefully; "You do say the nicest things to a girl!" I told him, "but my cunt hasn't finished with you yet!" 

I sat up, took his now shrunken cock in my hand and bent over to close my lips around it. Mike took a sharp breath of pleasure and his cock seemed to grow like magic in my mouth. I felt a sense of the power that women possess over men, as his cock swelled and swelled with every movement of my hand or mouth. When I judged it was up to full size again, I straddled Mike and lowered myself onto his magnificent organ of pleasure. I did all the work bringing him to his next come and another one after that.

Then I rolled off, cuddled into him and we went into a blissful, satisfied sleep. Before I finally dosed off, I reckoned I had just experienced around forty orgasms! Surely no woman ever enjoyed being fucked as much as I do, I thought.

When I awoke next morning, Wanda was bringing in a tray with coffee and biscuits, which she placed on the bedside table. Mike jumped up and dressed hurriedly, explaining he was already late for a press conference and photo-shoot. He took only a swig of coffee before kissing me and running downstairs. Wanda came back and grinned at me as I stretched out, luxuriating at having the whole double bed to myself.

"How are you this morning?" asked Wanda, "Was Mike up to form last night?"

"I'm a bit sore down below but otherwise I've never felt better. Mike was fantastic. His cock must be a foot long and he knows how to use it to give a girl a good time. I'm so glad I let you talk me into going to bed with him," I responded.

Wanda's glance took in the torn underwear scattered about the room; "Looks like he was extra keen to get his cock into you, Helen!"

I laughed, "It was worth it. But I'll have to use my spare knickers to go home in. Would you believe me Wanda if I told you he made me come forty times?"

Wanda handed me an envelope. I found it contained ten ten-pound notes.

"Phew! I don't believe it! It means that he thinks I'm nothing but a whore," I cried. 

"I told him last night, when he first asked for you, that you were just visiting as a friend. He thought it was a ploy to bump the price up, so he offered a hundred for you," Wanda explained, "and he gave me another twenty-five for the room."

"But if I take money for sex it means I'm agreeing to being a whore," I insisted.

Wanda smiled, "Like me, you mean?"

"Oh Wanda! I didn't mean it like that. I didn't want to hurt you," I said, feeling guilty for slighting Wanda. To help make amends I took the envelope.

"It's all right, Helen. I don't feel bad about having been a whore. There are good and bad in all walks of life, and there are good and bad whores. I always tried to be honest, give good value and a lot of the time I enjoyed it. I don't feel guilty or ashamed of myself. In the same circumstances I would do the same again. Remember the word 'whore' is just another word, in spite of the baggage it carries around with it," said Wanda, her open honest face and soft brown eyes looking straight at me.

She continued, "In any case, you knew nothing about the money when you agreed to go to bed with Mike, did you! So you can't call yourself a whore just yet, young lady! You're not fully qualified!"

I couldn't help laughing and Wanda embraced me and kissed me. After a shower, I dressed in my spare knickers and my dress. I also discarded the diaphragm I had been wearing. It had been displaced and bust, doing nothing to prevent Mike's torrent of cum juice from flooding into me. 

When I went round to her flat, Sophie asked where I had been. 

"I've just had the most fabulous shag you can imagine from our new British heavyweight boxing champion," I told her. 

"Mike Drummond! I don't believe it!" cried Sophie, "You lucky cow!"

I nodded with a grin.

"You'd better be careful you don't get your picture in the paper, or there will be crowds of reporters haunting you," said Sophie, "When will you be seeing him again?"

"He's off doing a tour. You know - exhibition bouts and showing the flag mainly up North. He'll be away for two or three weeks."

"It's just as well. Your friend Solly wants you for another shoot on your next day off. Can you give him a ring?" 

A few days later I was in Purley making a film about a mutoscope, an old fashioned form of movie. Solly introduced me to George and Hector, two young black men of twenty-one and nineteen, who actually were brothers.

Rachel had set up a projector in one of the downstairs rooms. Solly motioned me and the brothers to sit and watch. 

The film we saw was a poor quality copy whose colours had faded somewhat. It showed a well-dressed young lady waiting in a room. There was a mutoscope, a form of bioscope, where, when the handle was turned, a series of drum-mounted photos flicked over to present a moving picture. The young lady peered into the viewer and turned the handle. She saw a blonde girl with red lipstick and wearing a white dress. She was tied at her ankles and wrists to the floor. A person appeared, ripped off the dress to reveal the girl's scarlet bra and knickers. These were also torn away. The person bent and licked the girl's vagina, then rose and inserted a large cock into her from the rear. The girl turned her head towards the viewer and slowly smiled, just as another figure appeared in front of her. She turned her face back to be confronted by the second man's huge cock. The girl opened her mouth and allowed the second man's cock to slide in. Both cocks were seen to be working in and out of the girl in unison. 

When the scene returned to the young lady viewer, she was being shafted from the rear by a well-built black man, and was, from the look on her face, thoroughly enjoying herself!

When the film stopped, Solly told George, Hector and me what he expected of us.

"By the way, Helen," he added, "It will be difficult for these two not to come once they get their cocks into you. So you may well get a load of cum at each end. Will that bother you at all?"

"No, not as long as they don't mind me coming too!" I laughed. 

The rest of the crew were getting ready, so we three actors went into the dressing room to prepare. First Rachel gave my hair a quick rinse.

"It will make you a blonde. Don't worry, though. It's only a rinse and it will wash out quite easily", she told me. She also applied eyeliner and shadow as well as a brighter shade of lipstick.

"Your costume is laid out. Be careful when you put it on, dear. The stitches have been weakened to make ripping it all off a bit easier," she said smiling kindly at me.




At Long Last Ch. 02



At the other end of the room, George and Hector had stripped off to their Y-fronts and stood waiting to watch me undress! I took my clothes off slowly and with as much teasing as I thought I could get away with. I found I quite enjoyed being the object of the young men's admiring stares.

When I had carefully donned the scarlet satin bra and knickers and the short white dress, we all went into the back room. 

Solly and Rachel made sure my hands and feet were tied comfortably with a couple of silk scarves. They also ensured that my body was correctly aligned and at the right level. Then Solly started to fondle my breasts and stroke me between the legs.

"We need to get you worked up a bit, dear. I can't have Hector shoving his prick into you cold or it might hurt you," he told me. 

When Solly called for action, Hector came up behind me, studied his victim for a few seconds, and then tore off the white dress. He ripped off my red satin knickers and bra and thrust his engorged cock smoothly into my cunt. As he moved it in and out, I looked towards the camera and smiled as I had been instructed. As I turned my face forward again, George was in front of me displaying his cock. I looked at it for a short time, then opened my mouth to receive it. George and Hector thrust their cocks in and out of me in unison. All three of us came within seconds of each other. As the men withdrew, I turned towards the camera and tried, with my tongue, to catch a drop of George's semen dribbling out of the side of my mouth. 

"Cut! That was great! Super!" cried Solly, "Especially that bit where you dribbled right at the end, Helen. That was perfect." 

"You can all take a break, get cleaned up and we'll have lunch," said Rachel, "We'll finish off this afternoon."

During lunch, Henri arrived. Solly told him what the afternoon session involved and they discussed it during the rest of the meal.

Solly, Rachel, Bonny and the two technicians went to set things up in the back room, while Henri and I chatted and cleared away the crockery and cutlery. By the time the dishes were done, the crew were ready to start.

"You might as well wear your own clothes, Helen. You'll be more comfortable in them," Solly suggested, but Henri had to don white slacks and a white singlet.

Shooting started with me peering into the scope. What I saw was an ancient 'What the butler saw'. When I heard the sound of a door opening and closing, I looked round, saw Henri, gazed at him for a few moments, then turned back to the scope. Henri came across to me and started fondling my breasts and the tops of my legs. Then he dropped his trousers and underpants to reveal his very stiff erection. He reached up under my dress and pulled down my knickers. As he slid his cock into me, I turned round to him and smiled sweetly. Feeling Henri shoot his load of cum into me made me come too. At that point Solly cried, "Cut! That's another good take, I reckon," and the day's work was finished.

Solly gave me an envelope on the drive back to my place. It contained twenty ten-pound notes.




At Long Last Ch. 03



Wanda called to say that Mike was back and asking after me. 

"Can you make yourself available over the weekend, Helen?" she asked. I was actually on duty but I said yes anyway. I would swop duties or pay whatever it cost to have a weekend with Mike. I was eager to re-acquaint myself with this wonderful man, not to mention his equally wonderful cock.

"What's taken him so long?" I enquired of Wanda.

"He went off to the States at short notice to fight in an eliminator. Mike was so keen to be a contender for the world title that he had been in training for the last six weeks. He won the fight in the third round and flew back after a one-day break to unwind. He rang to say he's going to see his folks first, so he wanted me to contact you and make sure you're going to be available," Wanda told me.

It took me no time to rearrange my duties and on the appointed Saturday, I bathed, powdered and scented myself. In spite of what happened to my underwear last time I had been with Mike, I put on my best white satin and lace knickers, suspender belt, petticoat and some new nylon stockings and covered it all with a new very thin black silk dress with a semi-transparent pattern. The dress had a wonderfully smooth feel to it and I loved the slight swishy noise it made as I walked. I went to pack a new diaphragm in my handbag but, remembering what had happened to the last one, I put it back into my bedside drawer with a shrug.

"Che sera, sera," I sang as I left the flat.

Wanda greeted me warmly and gave me a gin and tonic.

"Now this time I really will be a prostitute for Mike," I laughed.

"Yes, you will, Helen darling. A real whore like me at last," Wanda laughed too, "And how does it make you feel?"

"Quite excited actually, Wanda. I'm looking forward to it," I assured my friend. In fact I was getting wet between my legs in anticipation. 

Mike arrived early with his trainer and manager. He greeted me by picking me up, whirling me around and hugging and kissing me quite passionately. I loved it.

"So good to see you again, Helen! You look absolutely ravishing," he cried.

"Good to see you too, Mike," I retorted, when I got my breath back. I felt very excited to be about to have sex again with Mike. I was looking forward to it very much.

Wanda had one of her Latin American tapes playing. Mike whisked me into a samba, followed by a rumba. His two companions had already disappeared upstairs with their favourite girls, Sylvie and Veronica, when Mike asked me if I was ready to come up with him.

"I was ready the moment you walked into the place," I told him grinning.

When we got into the room, I saw a large Harrods package tied with a fancy bow and my name on it. 

"Go on then, Helen. Open it," Mike urged me.

When I did, I found it full of fine quality satin and lace underwear in a variety of shades. I cooed in delight as I took out petticoats, bras, slips, suspender belts and knickers in white, black, pink, scarlet, pale blue, midnight blue, primrose, orange, turquoise and ivory, all beautifully matching and accompanied by a dozen pairs of best quality nylon stockings and three beautiful dressing gowns.

"I was hoping you'd try them on for me," Mike suggested. He had already hung up his coat and tie and was now sitting on the edge of the bed, removing his shoes and socks. He leaned back smiling as he watched me undress. 

When I was naked, I came over and took off Mike's shirt and T-shirt. Then I unbuckled his belt, unzipped his fly and pulled his trousers off. We smiled at each other as he pushed his underpants down, allowing his massive cock to leap out like a 'jack-in-the-box'. He went to grab hold of me, but I skipped out of range and wagged a finger at him. I selected the ivory suspender belt, pulled on and attached a pair of the new nylons, following this with matching knickers and petticoat. Mike watched closely, aching to get his cock into me, his lovely young whore who seemed to enjoy teasing him. At last I stepped across to the bedside and allowed him to run his hands over the exquisite material covering my body. He caressed my tits, fondled my arse and stroked between my legs. The smile on my face broadened with each caress. Mike smiled too, as I dropped my knickers, climbed onto the bed and lowered myself onto his cock. In only a couple of minutes Mike had come. He gasped in utter delight as he felt his cum shooting into the cunt of his pretty young whore, who appeared to enjoy it almost as much as he did. 

When we had both come a couple of times, I got up, stripped off and put on a change of underwear for him. Mike was delighted with me. I was expensive, but he could afford the best, and in his view, I was worth every penny.

"Sweetheart, you really are a luscious bit of cunt," he told me.

"You told me I was a lovely bit of cunt last time you fucked me, Mike," was my cheerful reply.

"Well, I can't remember enjoying myself with any whore as much as I do when I'm fucking you. I can't imagine why such a nice girl as you works in a brothel anyway," he went on, "you're very pretty, you've got a nice natural way with you and you talk nicely too."

He drove his cock into my cunt with considerable power and I relished it, moaning with pleasure as I came. He took great delight in feeling his cum squirting into my cunt as he came again and again. There were many changes of underwear. I enjoyed stripping and dressing in front of Mike, teasing him and then giving in willingly to his lust. After he had shot five loads of cum into me, I took hold of his cock to give it a rejuvenating lick.

"Helen, would you mind letting me come like that?" he asked.

I just grinned and closed my lips over his rapidly recovering cock, working it gently until Mike gasped and I felt his cum shooting into my mouth and throat. I swallowed and swallowed trying to get it all down but in the end I had to let it spurt out, laughing as my face, hands and neck took their share of Mike's flood of cum.

"Would you like me to do that again for you?" I asked as I got up to go to the bathroom to shower.

"Oh! Yes please, Helen, you little beauty," he cried.

I came back nice and clean and slipped into the only clean petticoat left, a pale orange satin creation that I had saved for last. As I came close to the bed, Mike took my hand and kissed it. Then he ran his hands over my legs, arms, shoulders, hips and breasts.

"I don't know anywhere that you don't feel delicious," he told me. 

"Let me suck your prick for you again, and I'll try and swallow the lot this time!" I said smiling.

I took his cock in my hand and closed my lips around it, causing it to swell rapidly. It gave me a thrill to feel it growing so quickly and to know I could give Mike such enormous pleasure by such a simple act.

Once again Mike thwarted my intentions by ejaculating such a torrent of cum juice that I simply couldn't swallow fast enough. And once again I ended up covered with the sticky white mess. I discarded the last of my new petticoats and retired to the bathroom. I came back a little later with a bowl of water and a bar of soap, with which I proceeded to wash Mike's cock and balls. I then went back to the bathroom and returned with a bowl of clean cold water. I picked up a pair of discarded knickers and dipped them in the bowl. I used the wet knickers to wipe the soapsuds off Mike's cock, an action that, despite the cold dampness of the material, gave him a sensuous thrill. I put the bowl away and climbed onto him.

"One last fuck and I'll let you go to sleep," I said as I lowered myself on to his cock again. Mike wondered where I got all my energy from, as I did all the work, making him come for the last time before I placed my head on his shoulder and we went to sleep. 

Wanda brought us our coffee fairly late next morning, rightly assuming we would need a long rest. As we sat side by side in bed, drinking it, I said, "You might as well know, Mike, that, when Wanda told you last time that I was just a visiting friend, she was telling the truth. I'm not what you might call one of her 'regular girls' at all. After dancing with you a couple of times, I fancied you, and, when Wanda told me the girl she had lined up for you wasn't coming, I simply couldn't resist the temptation. I just had to go to bed with you." 

Mike's mouth hung open. I continued, "I was amazed when Wanda gave me all that money next morning. I didn't expect it."

He got his voice back, "So you let me think you were a whore, call you a whore and treat you like a whore when you're not one after all?"

"Well now! I can hardly say that, can I? I came here quite intentionally last night to get fucked by you, and I knew you'd be paying, so I can't object when I'm called a prostitute. In fact I quite like playing the whore for you," I said, ignoring the porno films I'd made with Solly. I looked at him with a mischievous smile, "even if I'm only a part-timer!" 

"And what do you actually do for a living then?" he enquired.

"I'm a staff nurse in the children's orthopaedic ward at St Charles Hospital," I told him.

"One way or another, looking after people comes naturally to you, it seems," he commented, smiling as he tried to picture me in a nurse's uniform.

Wanda poked her head round the door to let us know breakfast was ready, so we dressed and went down to a hearty meal of bacon, eggs, beans and fried bread, of which Wanda herself ate sparingly due to her diet. After breakfast, Mike suggested that he and I go for a walk in Hyde Park.

"You'd better wrap up warm, then," Wanda advised, as she poured us a last cup of coffee. She asked Annette to nip round to the flat and get my topcoat and boots. She lent me a fur hat.

Well wrapped up against the cold, Mike and I strolled round the park in the grey dullness of a winter's day. Mike chatted about his childhood in the sunny Caribbean as a youth and how he had hated the weather here when his parents brought him to Leeds at the age of nine. He had tried to run away twice and only the threat of a children's home had made him stay. His frustration was taken out by fighting in the playground and he had got into trouble at school. Fortunately the headmaster had seen something more than just another young black troublemaker. He had been put under the care of the school's PT teacher. His boxing talent had been discovered and he had been trained to fight properly from his early teens. He had boxed for the school, then during National Service, he had boxed for the army. When he was twenty-two, he had turned professional and was lucky enough to have secured the services of a good manager. He had been brought on carefully, only four or five fights a year, his opponents always carefully selected, until he had been able to tackle the big names. Now he had become the national champion. 

"What about you, Helen?" he asked, "You haven't told me anything about yourself."

"There's not that much to tell really," I replied. I spent the next hour telling him about my childhood, my family and went on to tell him about my nursing career. We found a small restaurant in Paddington where we had lunch, then went to the flat. Sophie was out and the lure of my bed proved too great for either of us to resist.

Mike was enraptured by the smell of me everywhere, the untidy way I left stockings, bras and knickers strewn about, the air of femininity around the room. We hurried to undress and got onto my bed. As he thrust his cock into me, the willing, laughing girl beneath him, he said he was the most fortunate man alive. The whole world was his and this was the very best part of it.

"I'm coming!" he cried as he squirted his cum juice into me.

"Oh! Yes, please, Mike. Come and shoot all that lovely spunk into me. I love it," I pleaded, as I came myself. After another two hours of sleep, interrupted by bouts of love making, we rose, showered and strolled round to Wanda's place arm in arm. 

Wanda and Annette had prepared an evening meal for us and the four of us sat eating and chatting until Mike and I decided it was time to go back to bed. We started with a bout of oral sex in my favourite position sixty-nine. After we had both come several times, Mike got on top for some more energetic fucking. We were resting, lying side by side on our backs, when Mike said,

"Helen, I have to leave for the States in just over a week's time to start training again. I haven't got long here. I'm going to visit my folks again for a few days before I go. I'd like it very much if you could have a few days off and come up to me in Leeds. Would you like to come, and do you think you could manage it?"

"I'd love to visit you in Leeds, Mike. I'm pretty sure I will be able to get the time off. But it will take a day or two. Can I follow you up there, say next Wednesday?" I replied.

"That would be great. I'll give you a number to phone before you leave and I'll make sure you're met at the station."

I duly arrived in Leeds at seven o'clock on the Wednesday evening and was met by Mike himself. He drove me out of town to a sumptuous house in a leafy vale. His two younger brothers and three sisters lived there with their mother and father. Mike introduced them all and I sensed the admiration and respect they all had for him. After Mike's father had taken me round the garden, we sat down to a lavish meal, which went on for a couple of hours. It was a noisy talkative meal and the conversation lingered for another hour. Then Mike rose and said, "Helen's tired, so we'll be off to bed now."

He took my hand and led me up the stairs to his bedroom. I told him I felt odd going to bed with him just like that in front of his whole family. 

"Don't worry, Helen, in this day and age things are not so strict as they were. I don't think we will have caused too many surprises among the family."

We undressed and got into bed like an old married couple, but within a few minutes we were kissing and petting. Mike was soon inside me and I forgot the rest of the world until after daybreak, when Mike's mother brought us tea and biscuits on a tray. 

The three days we spent together were full of laughter and happiness for both of us and I couldn't hold back a tear when Mike saw me off at the station on my way back to London. It had been wonderful to get into bed every night with Mike and take the sex unhurriedly; wallowing in a sensuous hedonism that ended all too soon. 

I felt a surprising sense of loneliness back in my own bed at the flat. I wanted to feel Mike's shoulder under my head, his arm round my shoulder and his warm body against my own. I was, I realised, missing him.

The World Championship 

From his training camp, Mike wrote regularly to me. It was just a week before his big fight when he summoned up the courage to write asking me to marry him. I got the letter two days before the fight and had no time to reply by letter so I sent a telegram with just three words, "Yes, yes yes!" 

Mike's trainer told me about what followed. Preparations for the championship match was long and arduous. His trainer was unsure of Mike's stamina in a long fight. He was too good as a boxer to have ever been put to a really gruelling test in the ring. No one had ever finished the fourth round on his feet in a fight with Mike. His manager and trainer were determined to make sure Mike had the ability to go the distance if he had to. They knew Mike had the speed, agility and sheer hitting power to win. They knew the world champion, Rocky Sidolio, was no boxer. He was a brawling, clinching, butting, bruiser of great strength and endurance, who specialised in body punching, in clinches and hitting on the break. He had seldom been knocked down, and never out, in a very long fighting career of more than sixty professional bouts. Mike's manager and trainer argued about whether the champion was at the end of his career. After all, he couldn't go on forever and nobody had held the ultimate boxing crown for so long.

The first two rounds were quiet, Rocky boring in, clinching, breaking but landing only a few blows on Mike's ribs. Mike was surprised at how good the covering and blocking was. His trainer had said the champion had a habit of occasionally dropping his right as he came in for a clinch. There was no sign of that tonight, which left Mike puzzling at how he was ever going to get through the man's guard. In the third round, Rocky bore in with his head low as he had done several times before. But this time he suddenly straightened up and caught Mike's left eyebrow with his head. As Mike flinched with the pain, three hammer blows landed in quick succession on his ribs before he could dance away. The forth round was another endless series of clinches and body punches which had Mike wondering if his stamina would hold out. Just before the round ended, Rocky switched tactics and landed a heavy punch on Mike's damaged left eyebrow. His trainer and second worked hard to stem the blood and managed it before the bell for the fifth. More clinching, more body punching and the same careful covering and blocking. 

It happened in the sixth round for Mike. As Rocky advanced, boring in for yet another clinch, his guarding right hand dropped just an inch and Mike drove a left hook through the gap like a cobra striking. The champion went down flat; the referee started the count. Rocky dragged himself up painfully, more by instinct than conscious intent. He managed to get on his feet on nine. Earlier in the fight, before his strength had been sapped by the mauling, butting and clinching, Mike knew that blow would have knocked his opponent out till tomorrow. 

Rocky never gave him another chance. The style of the first two rounds continued until the twelfth, by which time Mike's footwork had been reduced to a shuffle. Then Rocky began a systematic demolition of his opponent, starting with a fierce barrage of blows of the damaged left eye. In the thirteenth round, he switched suddenly back to the body. In the next round he landed a series of blows to the head, including one to the jaw that had Mike on the canvas for an eight count. It gave him time to clear his head. He realised that the fight was as good as lost as far as points were concerned. He needed a knockout. As he got to his feet, he deliberately swayed, and looked uncertain. Rocky came in for the kill. He was met by a left feint, followed by a wild right cross that almost lifted his head off. Rocky had no chance at all of beating the count, but on eight the bell went for the end of the round. Feverish work by his team got him up for the start of the last round.

The fifteenth was a formality, Rocky taking no chances and Mike having shot his bolt. Rocky was a clear points winner. Later in the dressing room Mike collapsed into a coma. He had a fractured jaw and three broken ribs.

Next morning the American papers were full of praise for Rocky, who had fought the greatest fight of his long career, the last round with a broken cheekbone. Later, Rocky announced he would be retiring as unbeaten champion. 

Mike was still semi-conscious when he was flown home four days later to Manchester and taken to a private sanatorium in Leeds. I travelled up by train and was warmly received by the family. Mike was dozey and had not recognised anybody, even his mother. He relapsed back into a completely comatose state and died three days later. After the funeral, Mike's mother took me aside, " Helen, dear, what will you do about Mike's baby?" she asked.

I was astonished. I hadn't mentioned it to anybody, not even Sophie or Wanda; or Mike himself, for that matter.

"It's all right, I'm not a sorceress," I was told, "I heard you being sick at six in the morning when you came up here to see him in hospital. I just kept an eye on you since then, and I'm right, am I not?" 

"Yes, " I admitted, "I think I am carrying Mike's baby. But I haven't had any tests yet so I'm not absolutely certain."




At Long Last Ch. 03



"I just want you to know, Helen, that if you need any help, want anything at all, the whole family will be behind you in this. We'll support you any way we can."

"Thank you, but the only thing that worries me at the moment is keeping it out of the papers. I haven't even told my own parents yet, and I would hate them to read about it over breakfast in their morning newspaper," I said.

"You can count on us," Mrs Drummond told me, "When do you expect to have it?"

"In about seven months time, I reckon," I answered.

Mike's mother put her arms around me and gave me a warm hug.

"I'm so glad Mike found a nice girl like you, Helen. There are so many gold-diggers about. When he told me you liked him for his dancing, and didn't even know who he was, it made me smile. When he was young, I made him take his sisters to dancing classes and encouraged him to learn too. I told him it would be a social asset when he grew up. He always said it made him quick on his feet, and helped him with the boxing," Mrs Drummond said, wiping away the tears, mine as well as her own. The next day I went to spend a week with my own mother and father, and took some comfort from the familiar places and things around me. Christine, my youngest sister, was at school during the day, but her presence cheered me in the evenings. I even got on well enough with my other sister, Marie. She had always seemed to resent the closeness that Christine and I had for each other, but at last we appeared to get on fine. I didn't mention my suspected pregnancy to any of them at this time. I had finished with morning sickness and was still a long way from showing any outward sign of my condition. 

My state of mind was much improved by the time I got back to London and had seen my doctor to have my suspicions confirmed. I felt a sense of relief when he told me I was definitely pregnant. I realised how much I wanted to have Mike's baby. The knowledge of what was growing in my womb softened my grief for my lost lover.

Sophie welcomed me back with hugs and kisses, making a big fuss over my return. 

I told her about the pregnancy and she said she hoped I was doing the right thing in keeping it. 

"It might cramp your style somewhat," she warned, but she also offered to do anything to help.

At first I resisted her attempts to get me going on the old party circuit. Then after five or six weeks, I relented. There was an engagement party at Roberto's flat and was the sort of noisy cheerful affair that Italians seem so good at arranging. Everyone had a good time and I had no objections to sharing his bed with Roberto's friend Leo. 'At least,' I thought to myself, 'I don't have to worry about contraceptives now.'

I didn't know what the future would bring. Sophie, Wanda and my friends Sylvie and Veronica, as well as Solly, all knew about my pregnancy. I knew they would stand by me. All I had to do was what everyone kept telling me was essential; I had to tell my parents!



At Long Last Ch. 04



Christine comes to London

I have two sisters. Just a year and a half younger than me was Marie, married to an Italian architect and living in Italy with her husband and their two children. I only saw her on the occasional visit back home. 

One day a letter arrived for me from Christine, my youngest sister. She wanted to come down to London to see me and spend her eighteenth birthday here. I wrote back straight away and told her she was welcome to visit but not to expect too much. I knew my friend Sophie would be away that weekend, so there would be just the two of us in the flat that we now shared. 

When I met Christine off the train, the girl looked a bit gawky. Her shoulders were hunched; her head was down with her long blonde hair tucked into a brown beret. She seemed to shamble along as if lost. She occasionally peered round, trying to catch sight of me through her round steel Health Service spectacles. 

When she finally saw me, Christine's face lit up with a great ear to ear grin. I marvelled at the difference a smile could make on a young girl's face. 

We greeted each other warmly. We took a taxi to the flat. During the ride, I asked her why she had wanted to come down for her birthday. Christine was reluctant to say why at first but I got it out of her eventually. Apparently, Christine's boyfriend of the moment had ditched her because she was too frigid and didn't seem to like sex.

"Do you experience orgasms, Christine?" I asked in a confidential tone.

"No. I never have done so far. I just end up feeling frustrated and used. I don't really know if I like sex all that much. I keep saying 'Never again' to myself afterwards. Then when the opportunity comes round again, I think it might be better this time," Christine replied, "but it never is." 

She looked ruefully at me. I thought it sounded all too familiar, just like my own early experiences. 

But surely, I thought, Christine is too young to have had sex experiences with many boys. 

"Just how many boys have you actually been with?" I asked and was astonished when the answer came back, "Er...about twenty. I guess most of our class and the one ahead."

"So how old were you the first time?" was the next question.

"Er..um...I must have been nearly fifteen," Christine replied. 

"If you were with boys around your own age," Helen observed Christine's nod, "then I'm not surprised you stayed unsatisfied. Boys of that age don't know anything much about sex, except a load of smutty tales picked up from their peers or porn magazines. The secret of good sex is something I only learned just before I was twenty-one."

"What was that then?" Christine enquired eagerly, pleased to be having this conversation with her elder sister.

I recalled the good advice Sophie had given me last year and rehashed it; "It's simple. It's the same as for life in general. You get out of sex in proportion to what you put in. You have to concentrate on giving pleasure in order to get it. You have to stop thinking about your own needs, let go, and give yourself completely, with no reservations, to your man. Clear your mind of everything except the desire to give him the best shag he's ever had. Make love like that, and you will be surprised at the difference it will make for you."

"Helen darling, you do astonish me! I'd never have guessed you would ever talk to me about sex like that. I always thought of you as being a bit stuffy. A bit like a younger version of a maiden aunt!" Christine burst out laughing, "but you're really nothing like that at all!"

"Just try and bear in mind what I've told you, little sister," I said smiling. 

I got Christine into a scented bubble bath, then made a couple of phone calls before joining her in the bathroom, chatting and laughing as we shampooed Christine's hair. I gave her a large warmed bath towel to dry herself. 

When she reached for her navy blue school knickers and boyish vest, I beat her to it and dumped them in the bin! 

"Try these", I told my sister as I gave her a pair of my own white satin and lace panties. 

"Golly! I've never had anything like these on me," said Christine as I handed her a matching petticoat. That proved too small at the top, as Christine's breasts were a bit larger than mine. I had an inspiration. I went into Sophie's room and emerged with a plain primrose satin camisole. When Christine pulled it on it fitted at the bust but she was six inches taller than Sophie's five feet. The camisole, which reached an inch or so below Sophie's knees, ended up five inches above hers. However it fitted Christine's body perfectly, the smooth satin outlining her breasts, hips and her bottom in a sexy way that many film stars would envy.

"I can't wear anything this short," cried Christine, "or so revealing!"

"Perhaps you shouldn't wear it outside," I agreed, "but you won't be leaving the flat tonight anyway."

I combed Christine's hair and fashioned it into a curling topknot with a white clasp. Then I powdered her face, administered a little eyeliner and a pink lipstick. I gave Christine a pair of white open toed high-heeled shoes. Then I stood back to admire my work. 

"Stand up, Chris," I commanded.

"Now stand with your shoulders back. Throw your tits out and keep your tummy flat. Lean slightly back from the waist. That will keep your bum in too," after which I produced a small flash camera and took my sister's picture. 

"When you're old and grey you can look at this and see just how absolutely beautiful you were at the age of eighteen," I told my young sister, "You really are breathtakingly lovely, you know."

Christine blushed. She wasn't used to such praise from anybody, let alone her oldest sister who she used to think of as a bit stuffy. She was, I thought, just about the most gorgeous example of English maidenhood I had ever met. She reached for her glasses but once again I got there first.

"I need them," Christine pleaded, "I can't read anything without them."

"You're not going to be doing any reading tonight, young lady!" I said firmly. 

For the evening in the flat, I had invited Henri and Jim. I was somewhat on tenterhooks as to Christine's reaction when saw found we were entertaining two black men that evening. 

I had just about had time to get myself ready when the first of our guests arrived. It was Henri. He took off his coat. He was wearing a black silk shirt and black trousers. He looked very smart and smelt very fresh. 

He was tall, handsome and a fine example of black Africa's manhood and I only hoped Christine would accept him as a lover. If she did, I knew he could give her the sort of sexual experience she wanted and deserved.

"Sorry I didn't give you a little more warning, Henri," I said as I warmly embraced him and kissed him. 

"I'd like you to meet my youngest sister Christine," I continued.

Henri advanced with a broad beaming smile, "Enchanted to meet you, Christine", he said, picking up her hand and raising it to his lips gently. I was pleased at how graceful my sister looked as she curtseyed and smiled at him. I had been slightly anxious about Christine's reaction to her older sister going with black men. 

I gave Henri a tot of rum, while Christine and I had glasses of Croft's sherry. I switched on the record player and was pleased when Henri immediately got Christine up to dance.

Jim arrived as the record was changing and, after the introductions, began to dance with me. There were eight records stacked on the machine, so we stayed dancing with the same partners for some time. I could hear Henri's French accent mingling with Christine's lighter tones. They seemed to be smiling and laughing a lot and getting on very well with each other.

When I went into the kitchen to get some eats, Christine followed.

"Helen, you must be some sort of mind reader!" she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling as she beamed at me, "For years now I've dreamed... no, longed for a big handsome black stud to come along and ravish me. And clever old you, you've given me my heart's desire for my birthday present. You've made my dream come true! How did you do it?"

It looked as if the evening was going according to plan although my sister's desire for a black lover came as a surprise. 

We took the food out to the men and Christine sat up close to Henri. When we had finished, I reloaded the record player, collected the plates and took them to the kitchen. While Jim snatched a dance with Christine, Henri followed me to the kitchen.

"Your young sister is absolutely beautiful, Helen. She's a lovely girl", Henri said, "She's so elegant, so graceful and such a mover. It makes me shiver just to watch her walk. I've got a great desire for her. How do you say it? I've got a hard on for her. I hope you don't mind, do you? I would really love to get my cock into your delicious sister. If I don't, I think I will go crazy!"

We both laughed and I said, "You should be asking her, not me. I'm her sister, mot her keeper".

"Well, I don't want it to spoil our relationship, Helen. We work so well together making films for Salvatore. I think of you as a friend and I wouldn't want to upset you", he explained. "Do you think she will let a black man like me fuck her?"

"Don't worry, I'm sure she will Henri. And it won't upset me as long as you're good to Christine. She hasn't had a lot of experience with men, and what she has had hasn't been very good. Forget about satisfying your cock's needs and try to give my kid sister a good time. You're welcome to lubricate her, but please be gentle when you do it, at least to start with. Above all, Henri, please make sure you truly satisfy her. Make her come so well she'll remember it for the rest of her life. If you do that, you are welcome to fuck her and I reckon my Christine's as eager for it as you", and with that I went back to the lounge.

I sat with Jim's arm around me and watched Henri dancing with Christine. It was a slow smooch and they stood leaning into each other. They were both bare footed. As Christine's back turned towards me, I could see Henri's jet-black hands sliding down the smooth primrose satin to my sister's ass. He massaged the cheeks of her behind, and, as they slowly turned, Christine was smiling and talking to him quite unconcerned. As they continued round I could see that Henri's hands had gone up under the hem of my sister's camisole and he was now fondling her bum through her white knickers. Over her shoulder Henri caught my eye, grinned and winked at me.

I smiled back. The thought of Henri's big black cock rising up between my lovely young sister's graceful white legs to thrust into the pinky wetness of her vagina was exciting me. 

'Christine is a beautiful and desirable young girl, and Henri is an extremely handsome man. They may be different colours, but if you disregard that, they're quite a good match for each other. And when you think about it, the striking colour contrast between them is very attractive in itself,' I mused, 'There's absolutely no reason at all why my little sister shouldn't enjoy the same sort of sexual satisfaction that I do. And if any man can make her come nicely then that man is Henri'.

When they turned again, I could see that Henri had slipped one of his hands inside Christine's panties. I felt relaxed and excited about what was in store for her. It made me smile and nod as I caught his eye. 

When the dance ended, and they sat down on the opposite settee, Christine went immediately to sit on Henri's lap and nuzzled up to him. He held her close and started fondling her breasts quite openly. She simply smiled and began kissing him. Their mouths were open; their tongues were busy probing. Christine's hands were busy unbuttoning Henri's shirt while his hand stopped manipulating her breast to travel down the primrose satin to her lap. She moved her legs apart slightly to allow Henri's hand to slip up between them, under the hem of her camisole, and start to caress her vagina through her panties. I heard my sister sighing deeply at the pleasure of Henri's delicate touch. 

I had been so engrossed with all this that I had hardly noticed Jim undoing buttons and unzipping zips. 

I suddenly realised that my dress was sliding off and Jim's trousers were already round his ankles. Jim lifted me onto his lap, fondling my breast with one hand and stroking the gusset of my panties with the other. I thrilled as I felt his erection pressing against my bum. 

He pulled at my panties and I lifted myself up to allow them to be removed. Then as I settled myself onto Jim's engorged cock, I saw Christine rise, pull Henri's trousers off. Then he rose slightly to allow her to pull his shorts down. She laughed delightedly as his great stiff cock leaped up at her. 

She stood up close to Henri as he raised her primrose satin dress up to her waist and slid her pretty knickers down to her ankles. He leaned forward, putting his nose and mouth between her legs. Christine caught her breath as his tongue licked the lips of her vagina. 

Then he lifted her above him, lowering her slowly onto his huge cock, which she held at just the right spot. I glowed with satisfaction to hear my sister alternately gasping with the strain and then whimpering with delight, as Henri gently thrust in and then withdrew his cock from her.

When Henri's stiff erection was halfway into Christine, I heard him grunt his pleasure as he came and shot his load into my lovely sister. She seemed to slip faster down lower onto Henri's cock, lubricated by his semen. 

Then, a few minutes later, just as Henri shot a second load of his cum into her, Christine let out a great sobbing moan of ecstasy; 

"Oh! Oh! Henri, fuck me, fuck me! Oh! Heavens, what a glorious fucking cock you've got, Henri! I love it."

I felt a wave of gratitude to Henri for making my young sister experience such a good orgasm for the very first time in her life. Henri's thrusting action slowed up a bit but Christine wasn't finished with him just yet.

"Don't stop, Henri darling. Fuck me some more, please!"

They began to kiss, tongues intertwined as their saliva mixed in as passionate an open mouthed kiss as I have ever seen.

Henri's motion was picking up speed again, to Christine's obvious delight. 

I was pleased and turned on by her reaction. There is absolutely no sensation I can think of to compare with the ecstasy of a really good fuck and that was exactly what Henri was giving my young sister. 

His cock was ringed with white semen as he drove it into her harder and faster until the two beautiful lovers exploded into their next orgasm together with perfect timing. . 

When they had come down to earth, I called out, "I think it's time we all retired to continue this in bed." Nobody quarrelled with that sentiment and we were all soon testing the bedsprings. In fact, when I dozed off to sleep a couple of hours later, I was lulled into a pleasant, contented reverie by the rhythmic creak of the bedsprings from next door.

I was the first up next morning and, as I made coffee, a bright-eyed Christine joined me. She was dressed in Sophie's chemise. 

My sister couldn't stop grinning and humming to herself. 

"Oh" Helen!" she cried, "I feel so good. No girl ever gave her sister a better birthday present than you gave me last night. It was absolutely marvellous. A night I will treasure for the rest of my life! I hope I haven't got too many cum-stains on this dress. You are the best sister a girl could wish for, and I love you for it"

"I'm really happy for you," I replied, grinning back, "I'm glad you enjoyed your 'present'. It gives me a lot of pleasure to see someone I love so happy and so full of beans."

Christine put her arms around me, hugging me and kissing me. 

"There are a couple of things I wanted to ask you before the men got up," she said.

"Such as?" I enquired.

"Well, I've always had an aversion to the whole idea," she lowered her voice, "of ..er... you know...of oral sex. I hated it if boys tried to get me to do anything like that. The very idea made me feel sick. But what you said about giving yourself completely to your man hit me. Last night," her voice got even lower, "after Henri was sending me into orbit for about the ninth time, I surprised myself by wanting to take his cock into my mouth to show him how much I cared about him. But I wasn't sure how to do it, or whether he would even like it. What do you reckon, Helen? Should I go that far?"

I smiled at her, "Of course, if you want to. I don't think more than one man in a thousand would be anything but overjoyed to get his cock into his girl's mouth. You needn't worry about that. Have you ever given any of the young lads you've been with a hand job, a wank?"

"Yes. Of course I have. Many times," Christine replied.

"Well it's something like that. You may have heard it called cock or prick sucking, but you can forget about that. There is no sucking involved necessarily. You should just take his cock in your hand. Ease the foreskin gently back and forth like you would when giving him a hand-job. Then let the business end of his cock go into your mouth, doing the work with your hand. Then you can let your lips take over and grip his cock. Personally, I like to tickle the very tip of a man's cock with my tongue". 

"What happens when he comes then?" queried my sister.

"Any decent guy will warn you beforehand, unless it happens too fast for him. Then you can either catch it in a hanky or just let him come in your mouth. Men seem to love that. It tastes a bit weird. But I seem to have acquired a liking for it. I don't mind it, and, in fact, I usually swallow the lot. It's not harmful at all. After all, you must have had half a gallon squirted into your other end last night and it hasn't done you any harm, has it?" 

We both laughed at that thought and embraced again.

Henri and Jim emerged, yawning and stretching, ready for their breakfast. And I was pleasantly amused that the thought of Henri's big black cock in my young sister's mouth produced only feelings of warm affection and gratitude towards Henri, and love for Christine. 

After coffee and cereals, we cooked bacon, eggs and fried bread and we all sat round the table eating and chatting merrily.

As the meal ended, Henri looked straight at me and said, "Last night I felt I had to tell your sister that I had fucked you more than once in front of the camera. I hope you're not too cross at me."

"Of course not, Henri. I'm glad you told her. I thought about it but reckoned it would be better if you were the one to tell all," I replied.

"Actually, I think I already guessed from the way you acted greeting each other. You were so familiar. And I don't mind at all. It's good to think you've .er, fucked both of us." Christine hesitated slightly when using the word 'fuck' coldly in front of us like that. 

I couldn't resist teasing her.

"Henri, Christine was telling me she wants to try oral sex with you before you go," I told him, "Ow!" as Christine's foot hit me in the shin. She was blushing and both Hemri and Jim were guffawing...

Henri said, "I can't refuse a girl's invitation like that!" He picked Christine up in his arms and carried her off to the bedroom to improve her sex education. As they disappeared into the bedroom, Christine was grinning at me. 

Jim and I also went back to bed for some more fucking. 

Much later, when the men had gone and we had showered and changed, I took Christine to the station to catch her train home. She rang home to make sure she was met off the train by our father with his car. 

Then, while waiting for the train, I asked how things had gone that afternoon. 

"Fantastic! I did what you said and Henri was delighted when I took his cock in my mouth, and just about delirious when I let him shoot his cum there and I swallowed it. I've learned so much from you, Helen, and I've had such a wonderful time. I just wish I could stay here with you instead of going back to school." There were tears in her eyes as she finished. We hugged each other warmly and I promised her she could come to visit at half term, which wasn't far off. 




At Long Last Ch. 04



It was only after the train had left the station that I realised that I had not bothered about contraception - not for me as pregnancy is the surest form - but for my kid sister. What a thought!!