5 comments/ 64449 views/ 1 favorites Till All The Seas Gang Dry By: syrensong This story occurred in 1977 during the time of Ian Smith and UDL. Those with whom this location is familiar will recognize the references. I was thirty four, in Southern Rhodesia, now Zimbabwe, living at the Ambassador hotel in the capital city of Salisbury, now Harare. At that time, Harare was the name of the settlement that had grown up on the southern edge of Salisbury and occupied by all the Africans who worked in the city. Do not equate this area to those slums which invariably grow around the larger prosperous cities. They had water, sanitation, schools and clinics staffed by both government and volunteers. The construction of the dwellings was limited to concrete block and metal roof as indeed were those for the stores and European houses. No cardboard and paper shacks!! The population was healthy and well fed and the debilitating onset of AIDS was still in the future. Sounds ideal? It was, and had the political and economic future been assured I would be there yet, in what I considered to be the most desirable place to live. However, the increasing incursions of terrorist activities from the contiguous rapacious areas, aided by an inept British Socialist Party, rendered this future uncertain. So here I was, on contract to supervise, design and install an extension to the existing steel making plant. I had worked previously in Ghana, and was asked to take on this task because of this earlier experience. I have never ceased to give thanks for this enduring love affair with Africa, and my personal memories of this last remnant of colonial Africa, this magical land whose grip can never be loosed, whose enchantment cannot be escaped. Little did the people who employed me realize that I would have paid them to send me back to Africa; I settled into my duties, just contented to be there. I was based in the Salisbury office, traveling to the site as required, organizing the materials and the necessary labor for a large project. Being alone I preferred to be in a hotel, and with a pleasant group of friends and colleagues I was content. One evening, I had enjoyed an early supper at the Sandawana Hotel with a local contractor, and was walking back to take a late drink in my hotel bar. The nights in Africa are soft and warm, the air is full of the scents of tropical flowers and is made bright by the numberless stars of the Southern Cross. I paused at one of the store windows to admire the latest Nikon cameras and was about to resume my leisurely stroll when I saw this girl walking past me in the same direction. As I turned I almost collided with her. It was only then, in the additional light of the store window, that I was able to see her properly. Tall, slim, wearing a light summer dress and so pretty that I stammered when I apologized for my clumsiness. She smiled and said it was fine and continued on her way. She was very aware of the effect of her smile on any male with enough strength to breathe, and I was no exception. All white men are captivated by the young black girls, and this particular girl was singularly attractive. I was at a loss as what to do. I did not want her to go, but I was so bemused that in desperation I could only repeat my apology and ask if I could make amends by buying her a drink. I walked towards her as she turned, apologized once again, both for bumping into her and for speaking to her in this seeming impertinent manner. " Please wait," I said, " the opportunity to speak to such a pretty girl is rare and if you are in no special hurry, I would very much like the pleasure of your company. I am not a drinking man, but I do enjoy a late glass of wine and watch the world go by. I would enjoy it so much more if I shared it with you." In South Africa, our neighbors to the south, miscegenation was a crime, simple fraternization was discouraged, and apartheid was strictly enforced. Not here. Hotels, restaurants, stores, etc were interracial, with housing only, being segregated, and even this was changing. Mixing of the races, including a large Asian content, whilst not condoned, was tolerated even to the point of some mixed marriages. So, my taking a black girl for a drink would provoke no more than a nod, a wink and a feeling of envy. She inspected me speculatively. Nothing special. Average height, weight, build; brown hair, thinning slightly but with a soft, melodious, rich voice, which I cultivated religiously, with the ability to express myself clearly and poetically when required. Hesitantly. " You did not hurt me; it was obviously accidental so there is nothing to make up for, but, since I am going home and must wait for a bus, and if you feel that you must do something, I will be happy to take a glass of wine with you, provided that we go to Meikles, in the lounge bar." I happily agreed. It was near my hotel, was an excellent hotel with a very comfortable popular lounge, discreet lighting, olde worlde ambiance replete with soft music. We walked there. Five minutes! Salisbury is very small by world standards and completely safe to be alone at night. We introduced ourselves and were there before we knew it. I took a table by the window, ordered a flagon of the local white wine and we sat opposite in the very comfortable, high back chairs. The conversation was a little difficult at first, but the combination of the wine, the music and the total lack of any curiosity from the other numerous patrons, black, white and mixed, allowed her to relax and to talk about herself. Her anglicized name was Rose, twenty years old, single, worked in a ladies clothes store where she would be an obvious asset since all the customers would hope to look as she did. A further advantage was that the owner allowed her to keep any returns or damaged goods, so that with a little judicious alteration, she had a large selection of modern clothes. Her parents had a small farm in the interior where they lived with her sister. She stayed in Harare with her aunt and uncle, and from the change in her voice it became obvious that she was not happy there. I did not pursue this facet of her life, being content to just sit there and enjoy looking at her, and when she queried my own silence, I told her just that. Looking the way she did I knew she would be accustomed to flattery, and was surprised and pleased to see that she was happy with my attentions. Not wishing to jeopardize a first meeting, I reminded her of the time and the bus she was to take. I wanted to pay for a taxi but she declined the offer. I wanted to walk her to the bus, but again she preferred me not to do so, but agreed to meet me the next evening at the Sandawana for supper at six thirty. When I returned to my hotel I could not sleep, and was eager to see her again. I chided myself for being foolish, and reasoned that no one could be so attractive as to cause this much turmoil in a mature man's life and feebly promised myself I would not go. I was there at six fifteen!!! Such was the strength of my resolve! I knew that I wanted this girl more than I had wanted anyone, and the fact that she had agreed to meet me again indicated that she was not averse to me. She was a healthy intelligent young woman and knew I wanted her. What normal man wouldn't. The Africans, like the Asians, have a natural uninhibited attitude to sex. As with the other basic needs, food and drink, it was to be enjoyed, used and traded. The age old practice of " Bride Price " is still universal where the father is paid for the daughter. It is only in post Catholic Europe that we are taught about sin and shame in this most natural and essential act. I had been fortunate enough to know three other girls in Ghana and Kenya, and found them to be open and undemanding in these relationships, requiring only honesty, a comfortable life, a little money for clothes and other items to maintain their attraction, with no commitment either way. In return they were attentive, loving and responsive to a man's needs. Rose arrived dead on time, looking delectable in a simple skirt and blouse and sat down to eat. She made no attempt to order the most expensive items, suggesting I order my preference and she would be happy to follow provided it was light and simple. We chatted easily through the meal, and I told her about myself. Married, now separated awaiting an amicable divorce. The fault was mine in that she, not unreasonably, wanted a home, children and a husband there to share it with her. She was a great wife, attractive and loving, but the idea of a nine to five job in the long English winters horrified me. We remained good friends and occasional lovers, and we agreed to part and follow our own inclinations. We then went into the lounge for coffee, and I chose a private corner table to carry on our conversation. I told her I was there for the next two years, that I did not drink, smoke, gamble or do drugs, and that my only real weakness was a girl as pretty she. I confessed that I was a rather dull fellow. I did not like parties, going out to restaurants or dances, and that I preferred my privacy and that my main interests were music, opera, literature and poetry and that my hobbies were cars and building or renovating houses. At the mention of literature her eyes sparkled and she began to question me about the books I had read and the authors I admired. She excitedly explained that she desperately wanted to improve her education but that the books to which she had access were limited, and that her family did not consider it proper for a young girl to be reading all western books. My experience had demonstrated that the places where I would live did not have the reading matter I needed, so, when going to a new contract I would visit my local library and buy all the popular used paperbacks that were being replaced. I invariably came armed with twenty to thirty recent novels. No mysteries. They were all adventure and travel, set in those strange sounding places with strange sounding names that, someday, I intended to visit. She was enthralled by my descriptions and wanted me to continue to talk about my interests, but I needed to discuss my immediate plans and how I hoped they would include her. "Please, Rose, I am very happy to tell you all that I know but at this moment I wish to discuss something more important. You. Simply, I want you in my life, I want want you in my house, I want you in my bed. You know how desirable you are and you also know how much I want you, as a man wants a woman. It's almost time to take your bus or a taxi and if that is what you wish to do, I will reluctantly let you go. However, I so want you to stay with me tonight, tomorrow night and all the nights and days to follow. I realize that there are many questions to be asked and I would prefer to discuss these in my hotel." She looked at me for a few seconds, nodded, rose and we made our way to my hotel. I suggested that she should proceed me up to the third floor while I collected my key and checked for messages. She realized that I did this to protect her from any gossip that would emanate from the reception, attended by both black and white staff. I continue to say black when in fact the main population was of a light milky chocolate color with the girls being marginally lighter. And since they tended to use light enhancing cosmetics, they looked most enticing to a confirmed chocolate fanatic. Her face and hair owed much to the Asian and Arabic ancestry, with her nose being thinner and her hair being longer and softer. But, I digress. I was relieved to find her waiting and guided her to my room, and, opening the door, I offered her my hand to take her in. I could see she was hesitant, but she shyly placed her hand in mine and allowed me to lead her in. This was the first actual touch. I closed the door and placing my hands on her shoulders, I gently kissed her and led her to one of the easy chairs and I sat opposite in the other. I did not wish to hurry or alarm her with any precipitous action for I felt, even then, that this could be a pivotal moment in what I hoped would be a special relationship. I saw her look around the room in wonder and hastened to explain. " This accommodation, actually a small suite, is leased by my company on a permanent basis; there is always some need for engineers, like myself, clients, buyers, contractors, visitors or families. I have it for as long as I wish, but I do not like hotels, and will find an apartment or small house when the situation warrants it. The company pays for my living expenses as part of my contract for the next two years. Here we have a small living room with a fridge and facilities for tea or coffee, and a couch that opens to a double bed. Through that door is a good sized bedroom with bathroom and shower. Very comfortable for a short time but not for me. Room service is very good, and the restaurant downstairs is open most of the day. Take a look around while I get a drink." While she was walking around I poured two glasses of my favorite wine. During the day, hoping the evening would unfold as I hoped, I had purchased a few items, including a bottle of Cintzano Bianco, a sweet white wine with a lingering piquant taste from the secret herbs that are added during the fermentation process. After looking in the bedroom she was excited by all the books and the cassette tapes and when I offered her the wine she asked that I play some of my favorite music. I chose the first act of Butterfly, with its incredibly erotic final duet. As she sipped the wine, with obvious relish, I could see that she was moved by the music, despite not knowing the music or the story. Such is the magic and genius of Puccini. When it finished she asked to hear it again and implored me to explain the story as it unfolded. I did so, with both of us standing close and I could see her eyes becoming moist. I knew at that moment that if I took her in my arms she would offer no resistance, but I was content in her company; I wished that whatever she chose to do would not be the result of momentary emotion. I wanted more than that. "That was so beautiful," she said softly, " thank you for selecting it, and I can only pray that someday I can hear and see it alive. This is a lovely place and your books and music make it seem like a wonderland. I, too, do not care for hotels, but this is special and you are the most unusual and gentlest man I have ever met. Because I am pretty, every man wants to touch me, proposition me, but no one has tried to find out what I like or want and you must understand if I seem overly cautious." "I want you to be very sure of what you are doing," I replied." From that first moment I was unsure how to gain your attention without giving offence, and I can only thank the fates for prompting me to pause at that window, otherwise I may never have met you. I am just very happy that we did. Now, it is getting late and if you wish to go home to think about what you want to do I will take you down and you will, I repeat, will take a taxi." " Do you want me to go?" " I would as soon have my fingernails pulled out rather than let you go. But if you will stay, then I want you to sleep in the bedroom and I will sleep in this room. You cannot begin to understand how hard it is for me to require this as a condition, particularly as I I will not sleep knowing you are so close, but it is best. Tomorrow is Sunday. I do not go into the office so we can spend all day becoming more relaxed with each other. I assume that you do not go in to the store and that your aunt will not worry unduly. You can phone her if you wish. I want you to be very certain of your next move, for I warn you, if you come into my arms and my bed willingly, I will never let you go." She was quiet for a few moments, and then, looking up at me. " If that is what you want then I will do as you ask. I do not work on Sundays and I have already told my aunt that I may be staying over the weekend with a friend. I don't think that I want you to let me go; I want to stay here with you." I walked over to her, pulled her to her feet and kissed both her hands. The implications inherent in her acquiescence had given me a raging erection, which I attempted to conceal by standing close to her without actually touching her. " There is a nightdress and a gown in the bathroom, together with a toothbrush and some body lotion. I will have a shower first and then you can follow me. I will see you in the morning. It's going to be a long night." So saying, I made my way into the bathroom and stepped into the shower, hoping that it would relax me and ease this painful hard on. But, of course, being alone and being further stimulated by the hot water, my thoughts inevitably turned to the promises of the morrow that, unconsciously, caused me to stroke my already distended cock. It required a positive effort to refrain from continuing this course of action to its natural conclusion. I had not had a woman since coming here some four weeks ago and desperately needed some release. I was idly toying with the idea of going back to her when, without warning, the shower door opened and she stood there, naked, looking at what I was doing. "Let me help you with that," she grinned. " I assume I am the reason for that outstanding condition, so I think it is only right that I should take care of it. After all, it is really a woman's job!" Seeing that my surprise had bereft me of speech, she stepped into the shower with me, kissed me and wrapped both hand around my grateful cock. Her touch was electrifying. I pulled her close, as much for support as for the delight of her naked body on mine. As she squeezed and stroked me, my knees buckled slightly and there was a distinct probability that I would have gone to my knees had I not derived some much needed support from her. Of course, I sternly reprimanded her unwanted attention and reinforced this by pushing as hard as I could into her magical grip and used my one hand to hold and caress her sex. I felt her quiver as I touched her pussy. She pushed back to increase the pressure, and opening her thighs, invited my further explorations. I traced my finger up and down her lips, increasing both the pressure and the penetration, until I located her clitoris and applied a little pressure to it. Her whole body flinched and she rubbed her breasts on my chest. She released me and, using her hands only, commenced to lather and wash me. I murmured a muted protest at this arbitrary action, and though I allowed her one hand to continue with its selected task, I firmly guided the other back to its more urgent location, holding it there despite her laughing objections. There came a point when even the most complex contortions would not permit her to complete her self imposed task. I, in turn, was even more eager to use the excuse of washing her to explore every minute curve, crook, cranny, hill, vale and valley of her exquisite body. It was delightful. Her skin was like vibrant black velvet. The only way to shower! We probably depleted Lake Mackilwaine, the local reservoir, by a shameful percentage, particularly since the rainy season had yet to arrive. Eventually, reluctantly, we had to finish and dry each other, but I could not keep my hands off her. My one overwhelming desire at that moment was to kiss, lick, suck and fuck every fiber of her luscious being. I held her at arms length so that I could better feast my eyes on her gorgeous body. Her breasts were full and firm; requiring no manmade support to maintain their saucy uplift; slim waist and generous thighs that touched down their full length, emphasizing her triangular patch of womanhood. The African girls have only a little body hair, their pubic area is sparse, curly and enticing and they rarely shave this succulent possession. Till All The Seas Gang Dry She was also inspecting me. Nothing special, as I stated previously. My cock, fully erect, is a modest seven inches, maybe. I like to think so. At least, that was how I thought of it. Looking at her at that moment, glorying in her beauty and still finding it difficult to absorb the fact that she was here, with me. The thrilling memory of her lingering touch caused me to feel and imagine I was considerably longer, and her looking at me in that fascinated way imparted the distinct sensation of actually growing bigger! Whatever the actuality, I was on fire for her. I pulled her close to me and kissed her as fully and lovingly as I was able and was delighted to accept her tongue. My rod was hard into her body and was actually keeping us apart. She also realized this, and reaching down to my cock, she forced it down, came up on tiptoe and with that extra elevation guided it between her thighs so that it rested along her pussy lips. I could have stayed that way for ever, but it was not to be. She came down onto her normal stance while I hugged her as tight as I could. "You wanted me in your life, well I am." She whispered. "You wanted me in your house. I am here. You also, and more importantly I think, wanted me in your bed. Take me there." No further invitation was necessary. I led her to our bed, picked her up and laid her on it. For a long moment I was just content to look at her, glorying in her loveliness and the still unbelievable fact that she was there, with me. She smiled at my hesitation, understanding and appreciative of my adoration. She opened her legs and held out her arms, wiggling her hips seductively. I needed no further invitation and eagerly came over her, rubbing my cock over her pussy and lowering my full body length down over hers. She put her hands behind my head, kissed me, exploring my tongue with hers. I kissed her eyes, nose, chin, and throat, moving down to my main target, her beautiful breasts. They were not large, but full and firm, needing no artificial support and were two perfect handfuls of sheer delight. I nuzzled, licked, kissed and sucked one and then the other and felt her nipples harden as she held my head and moaned with pleasure. I felt that I could continue this worship for ever, but I also knew that even greater pleasures awaited me, so, while still maintaining my hold on her breasts, I resumed my slow downward progress. I could feel her whole body tense in anticipation as I approached her pussy and she took a sharp breath as my tongue teased her clit. I kissed and licked her lips, moved down the one inside of her thigh and up the other and repeated the pattern several times. By that time her thighs were wide open, and her whole body was writhing and shaking as she moaned with increasing volume. I lifted her knees and inserted my tongue between her lips, found and caressed he clit, pushed in as far as I could and vibrated my tongue deep in her body. Her hips came up off the sheets, she pulled my face deeper into her sex and I felt her whole body begin to shudder as, with a strangled cry, she ascended into an all-consuming orgasm. She held my face tightly to her and I continued, at a slowing pace, to bring her down from that zenith. She released my head and allowed herself to relax while I came up to kiss her breasts and her lips. I just lay on her for a few minutes while her breathing resumed its normal level. She could feel my rampant erection demanding entrance to her body and, opening her legs wider and letting me slide a pillow under her hips, she guided my cock into her eager body. Despite my desperate need for some relief to my aching cock, I refrained from plunging deep into her. I cannot begin to describe the ineffable pleasure that I experienced as I slowly entered her. The head went in easily but she was very tight and tense and the next thrust caused her to flinch. I was determined not to hurt her and made to withdraw. "No," she said, " go on, you are not hurting me. That reaction was more from my being afraid rather than from pain, You are bigger than I expected, but if you take it slowly to allow me to relax, all should be well and I want it to be all that you want. Go all the way and don't worry about my becoming pregnant. I want to give you the same absolute pleasure that you have given me. I didn't know it was possible to feel this good." With that reassurance, I began to fuck her as I had wanted since the first moment I had seen her. Slowly, each stroke taking me further in, with each increased intrusion feeling her muscles relax to permit deeper penetration. I was supporting myself on my elbows with my hand hands behind her head and as I thrust into her I repeated the action with my tongue down her throat. The initial sounds of distress as I first invaded her body were gradually replaced by little mewing sounds of enjoyment as her fear left her to be replaced by complete relaxation and I settled into a steady pace. I wanted it to last as long as possible. I had now achieved full penetration and could feel my full length being gripped and caressed by her virginal passage like a moist warm velvet glove. I could feel the pressure building and increased my pumping to that frantic level when one has lost all control and reason, wanting only that sublime orgiastic ecstasy of cumming in a woman. It was only at that last pre convulsive moment that I realized that during the last few minutes Rose had been meeting me, thrust for thrust, lifting her hips to provide increased acceptance of everything I could give and so maximize my pleasure and satisfaction. With one last, full depth stroke I finally achieved that mammoth release I so desired and emptied my total being into her welcoming depths. Giving a long shuddering sigh I collapsed onto her and she held me in her arms as my seed flooded her. Thinking I might be too heavy, I made to move away but she held me tighter and twined her legs around me to retain me on her and in her. "Stay there and relax," she ordered. " I like the feel of you on me and in me, and as you are still hard I have that feeling that you are not yet finished." She was right. I was still hard and growing harder by the second. Such was her magic that even her voice made me want her more and more. I tried to ignore this growing hardness, but her gentle rocking action did not help, when, without any warning I was subjected to the most erotic sensation. It felt as though a million feather light silky warm fingers were caressing the full length of my now rigid cock. She was using her internal vaginal muscles in a manner previously unknown to me. She chuckled and increased the frequency of her manipulation and I literally shuddered with such exquisite pleasure. "How do you do that?" I gasped. "How do I wink an eye?" she replied. "I don't know how, I just can. It is the way a woman tells her man that he has pleased her and that she wants more." She tightened her legs and arms around me to signal that she was ready and I happily complied with her invitation. I put my hands under her ass to pull her to me as tight as possible, wanting to achieve that last minute degree of penetration. She began to thrust against me and whilst I was on fire to fuck her again, the driving need to achieve release had been replaced by a more controlled wish to prolong the unmatchable delight of simple, unrestrained fucking for as long as my already depleted stamina would permit. With the sincere hope that I could bring Rose to another shared orgasm, I began to fuck her again She was still very tight, but with the lubrication provided by my semen and her previous orgasm I was able to slide in and out without causing her any discomfort. For me, the firm grip of her pussy was one more source of pleasure, and thus assured of no deterrent to my actions, I began to pump her. Slowly at first, with short, almost no movement strokes, grinding hard into her, trying to bore right through her. With her grunting at each push, I gradually lengthened my stroke and was pleased to feel her rising to each action, using her hands to pull me into her at each return thrust. It was obvious that she preferred a maximum withdrawal followed by a vicious full length plunge, for she was now emitting all kinds of sounds, gasping throatily at each pounding blow, rotating her hips and pulling me to her with all her strength. I attempted to slow the pace for I knew I could not continue for any length of time at this rate and I was enjoying it too much to want to finish. " No," she almost screamed, "faster, faster, harder, harder." and to impart urgency to her demands she dug her fingers into my back and bucked into me with increased vigor. This was more than sufficient to overcome my careful plan to conserve my energy for a more prolonged effort. Forgetting all, I began to pound into her with all my rapidly diminishing vitality, praying that I could finish and was relieved to feel the pressure building in my balls as they slapped hard against her pussy on each violent thrust. It was, I think, that effect of having my balls provide the additional stimulation to her pussy that propelled her, finally, into her climax. As I made the final assault on her willing body and knowing that I could only last for a few more seconds at this frenetic tempo I was reinvigorated by feeling her body begin to quiver which I recognized as a prelude to her orgasm. I could not hold back any longer and with a final few thrusts I shot everything I had into her and was rewarded by her twisting and writhing under me as she also, giving a long quaking sigh, began shaking in her own orgasm. I still had enough energy to try to continue fucking her to bring her to completion, but she convulsed so violently that I could not stay in her, and rolled off by her side. She continued to shake so I held her close and stroked her pussy till she became quiet and still and her ragged breathing became even. Her face was against mine and I felt the tears before I saw them; When I pulled back to to look at her she began to cry and tried to turn away. I immediate thought that in my last blind fury I had hurt her and told her so, which only made the tears come faster. To my relief she came into my arms and sobbed into my ear. "My dear sweet Keith, you did not hurt me. I loved every thing that you did and I can only hope that you enjoyed it too and that you will do again at each and every opportunity. I didn't know it was possible to enjoy anything as much and having you make me cum by using your tongue is the single most exciting moment of my life." "I said you were bigger than I realized and that was why I was frightened when you began to push it into me. But you were so gentle and patient that I was able to relax and take it all and now I cannot wait until I can feel it filling me again." She reached down and held my now soft member, not to stimulate but just comfort. " I don't understand," I said, " if it was all so good, why on earth are you still crying?" " I'm crying because I could not be a virgin for you. It's the most precious present a woman can bring to the man she loves and I do love you with all my heart. My father married me to our neighbor's son when I was just eighteen, basically to simplify land borders. It is a traditional way and I had to obey. He was a pleasant boy and we had known each other since birth, but he was almost illiterate, wanting nothing beyond his farm and his cattle. He took a wife for sex, children and a servant. When he found me reading, he beat me, destroyed the magazine and threatened more if I did it again. I ran away next day to my aunt, who went through a similar experience with her first husband and I knew she would understand and help me. Three months later my husband took another wife. Tribal divorce is very simple. My aunt found me a job and encouraged me to go to night school. I send money to my parents each month, and after paying my aunt, against her wishes, for my keep, I can live a comfortable if not luxurious life. I have not been with another man since. Several men have shown a keen interest, but the memory of that beast always made me refuse. Until I met you! That first night I was thrilled by the look in your eyes when you bumped into me; accidentally you said. I didn't believe you. But I was charmed by your hesitation and your desperate attempt to speak to me and had you attempted to touch or kiss me when we parted, I would not have seen you again. But here we are and now I have told you the reason for my tears. I hope you can forgive me." "Please don't cry," I begged, "It's not really that important to me. I was not virgin either so how can I be disappointed that you are not. When I felt how tight you were, I actually thought you were a virgin, but as you melted and gave me free passage into you, I realized you weren't. All that matters is that you are here with me, in my bed, are single and have just given me the best sex any man ever had. The knowledge that I can wake tomorrow with you beside me is the best gift you could offer, and I want to sleep now and wake with you in my arms." As I spoke I could see the tears slow and give way to that smile guaranteed to vanquish any man. She slipped off the bed, went into the bathroom, came out with a moist warm cloth and proceeded to clean me. She then checked me carefully to make sure I was dry, bent down to kiss my now limp, insignificant penis, cleaned and dried herself and climbed into bed beside me. Turning off the bedside light, she put her mouth to my ear and whispered. "If, for any reason, you feel that you have wake me in the middle of the night, do so!! Sweet dreams." She brushed my lips with hers, turned away from me with my arms still holding her. She placed my one hand on her breast and the other between her legs, sighed contentedly as she settled herself tightly against me, and was asleep within a few minutes. Her very presence was so disturbing that sleep seemed to elude me for ever, and I began to fear that her soft warm nearness would keep me awake. Not that I minded. Just lying there with her, holding her breasts and cupping her silky sex, was something I was very content to do, ad infinitum. I had obviously slept, for I woke to see that it was a little after four. Feeling Rose still cuddled tight in my arms, I was strongly tempted to wake her as she had said. However, she seemed so comfortable, still sleeping contently with her warm body tightly spooned into mine. I lay there, luxuriating in her complete surrender and a languorous, all embracing feeling of tranquil peace and satisfaction. All was well with the world and the treasure I held in my arms rendered all else merely dross. I drifted back to sleep. I came awake from a highly erotic dream with a morning boner. This was nothing unusual and I began to regret leaving the dream when I realized that something was wrong, or more accurately, different. In my half awake state it took a little time to establish the cause of my confusion. It was some other hand that was squeezing my cock, rather than mine. Delightful, but unexpected. It was only when I felt the end enveloped in a hot moist mouth that I opened my eyes to see Rose's head moving on me with my full length slowly disappearing between her lips. My reaction was natural and I held her head while I assisted with the action. This time she took most of it in before it touched her throat and I made to pull out but she shook her head and continued to suck and lick, each time managing a little more before gagging, until she had the whole thing in. She was kneeling by my side, so I reached between her legs to touch her. She opened her thighs to give me unimpeded access. I began to stroke her clit and slowly inserted one finger into her. I felt her respond with a slight push and, thus encouraged, I added a second one and commenced to palpate her. Her legs widened and she pressed down to take both fingers right in, which enabled me to rub her clit with my thumb. Her whole body shook and I thought she would bite my cock. Such was her concern that she released me from her mouth and came up to me with tears in her eyes, worried that she had hurt me. "I just wanted to make you feel as good as you made me feel last night. I woke before you, and I could see your man thing. It seemed so small and I couldn't resist touching and stroking it. It grew and grew till I found it difficult to believe you had pushed all of it into me without it making me sore. When you came in me it made all my body warm and tingly, so I wanted to see if I could make you come in my mouth." "All is well," I laughed, "I was so engrossed by what we were doing that I didn't feel anything except the slight pressure of your teeth which was so exciting that I almost came in your mouth, and though I would have enjoyed it immensely, this is where I want to come." I said, wriggling my fingers inside her. " I want to fuck you. Nothing else can approach the rapture of simply fucking you and cumming deep in your incredibly tight inviting body." I drew her up over me so that she straddled me and I reached up and held both her breasts, rubbing and teasing her nipples and felt them growing hard. She used my cock to massage her clit and I could hear her breathing becoming more labored. "Suck my tits," she gasped, and leaning down she offered them to my eager mouth, first one delectable mouthful and then the other. Lifting her hips higher, I lowered her onto my desperate cock and felt that wonderful sensation of sliding into her warm welcoming pussy. She was as tight as ever, but totally relaxed, and, as she rocked gently too and fro, she slid my full length into her. "AHhaaaaa," she groaned, " that feels so good. You lie still and let me please you." She leaned back, placed her hands behind her on my thighs for support and initiated a series of gyrations designed to extract the maximum pleasure. Up and down, to and fro and side to side with ever increasing frequency to the stage where I completely forgot that she had instructed me to lie still, and I grabbed her ass and started ramming myself into her as hard as I possibly could. With her previous ministrations, I knew that I would cum very quickly and being the selfish bastard that I am, I prayed that she would also climax, and blasted a full load into her. It was only then that I felt her hand over my mouth and saw her actually laughing at me and with some effort, remembered to start breathing again. " You were making so much noise, moaning and grunting and finally shouting that I was worried that other people would think you were being murdered. I didn't want to stop you because I was enjoying it so much myself. I had to do something. Are you OK now?" Taking a deep breath, "Yes, I think so, and bless you for that truly unbelievable ride." I said weakly, " I hope you also came." "I didn't, but it's not important. I wanted to please you. I have no doubt that there will be many opportunities for you to return the favor. It's now almost ten so you rest there for a few minutes and then I will give you a refreshing hot shower and a morning cup of tea." She walked to the bathroom and that in itself was a most rewarding sight. All the African girls have a natural grace and they move with an erect posture to an unheard rhythm. Rose was naked and her breasts jiggled gently with each unhurried step, remaining firm and proud and I saw her smile as she felt my eyes on her. When I entered the living room our tea was waiting and she was wearing the nightie I had purchased. It was white, mid thigh length and edged with lace. Very attractive, quite modest but obviously designed for male appreciation. I had donned some boxer shorts, and noticed she had rinsed our soiled underclothes and hung them to dry. Till All The Seas Gang Dry "Thank you for this lovely nightdress," she smiled and kissed me. She sat me on the couch and sat with me. "Please order your breakfast and I will have some of yours; I never eat much in the morning but I know English people believe in a good breakfast." When we finished, she cleaned the things away and I put the tray outside and we sat together so we could talk about what the future held for us. I suggested that if she was agreeable, we should find a small house on the outskirts of the city, partly furnished if possible. I always brought a number of general household goods with me. Personal linens, basic cutlery, crockery etc., just the small items, renting or buying the larger pieces as required. I insisted on a new mattress As I described my ideas she became more excited and animated to the stage where I could not resist pulling her onto my lap and kissing her. She could feel my erection pressing into her and deliberately squirmed and screwed harder into me. "I was wondering how long it would take for you to want me again," she chuckled, "I was beginning to think you had already lost interest in me." My answer was to place one hand round her waist, fondling her breast, while the other Inched slowly up under her nightie, between her legs till I could touch her warm pussy. As my hand moved up she gradually opened her legs to provide unhindered access and I was pleased to discover that she was not wearing any undies. I nestled her into my palm, pressing her tightly and was rewarded by her closing her eyes and moaning in appreciation. I inserted one and then a second finger to stroke and massage her clit while she tried, unsuccessfully, to find my cock, since she was literally sitting on it. I lifted her off me, removed her nightie and guided her to the carpeted floor. I stepped out of my shorts and lay down between her open, welcoming legs, easing a cushion under her hips as I did so. She urged me up her body until she could take my grateful cock into her mouth and using her hands and lips, sucked and licked till I could not wait to ram it into her. I returned to my favorite position with my cock pressing gently against her pussy lips, craving the invitation to enter that delectable haven, for, no matter how urgent the desire, I could not and would not, enter her without her permission. Such an invasion against her will would only reawaken unwelcome and unpleasant memories and would probably cause her to become less trusting and responsive. She sensed and instinctively understood this hesitation to proceed. "You are so understanding," she whispered, " and I do so love you for being this way. I want you to know you can do anything you want, any time you want. Do not wait for me to say yes, just do it and if there is anything you want me to do just tell me. Anything." She wrapped her arms and legs around me and pulled me into her, arching her back to invite me to fuck her. I pushed in a little at a time to ensure that though she was delightfully tight, that she was relaxed and lubricated and that I would not hurt her. Thus reassured I commenced to pound into her with all my might, even putting my hands under her hips to maximize penetration. She began to gasp and gyrate in that manner I had come to know and love, which only enhanced the glory of the moment. I deliberately, pleasing me enormously that I could exercise this degree of control, slowed my attack a couple of times, both to prolong my own pleasure and to ensure that Rose achieved her climax. We were both becoming noisy by that time, with Rose gasping sharply at each thrust, echoed by my grunts of violent exertion. As I felt her twisting and shaking under me, I responded by ramming her with a final series of hard, short, full depth thrusts, which I knew would bring me to orgasm. She gave a muted strangled cry as I came with all the exquisite sensations I had come to expect. I tried to extend this all to fleeting moment by continuing to stroke her, as I discharged my life essence into her welcoming body. I lay there between her legs and still fully enclosed by her body, enjoying that post coital period, kissing and touching her face in adoration until I softened and gradually relinquished that most inviting harbor. We lay, side by side, for several minutes, not speaking, just enjoying that reassuring feeling of being there and content in each others company. I raised myself, leaned over her, kissed her and said. "I didn't think it was possible to enjoy making love to you more each time we do it, but each time seems to bring something new and exciting and I cannot help but wanting to fuck you more and more." "It's the same with me," she smiled. "I can now relax completely with you and devote myself entirely to pleasing you because I know you will ensure that you will please me. I can only repeat what I said before, any thing you want, any time you want. But now, I have to go home to collect some clothes and other items for work tomorrow." Before I could object, she slipped out of bed and went into the shower. I realized that though I did not want her to go anywhere away from me, she had her own life and since I would be at the office all day and every day it would be selfish of me to object. I followed her into the shower, we washed and dried each other and I derived great pleasure from simply watching her dress and apply her makeup. So beautiful and all mine. How does one give thanks for such a priceless gift? "If you must go, please take a taxi. I don't want you to be away any longer than absolutely necessary. I'm afraid that if you go I might wake up and find this has all been a dream." She smiled happily, radiantly, kissed me softly and replied. "I assure this is no dream and I will prove it when I return. I intend to take the bus to prevent any gossip, but I will use a taxi to come back to help me with my case. Its now midday. It takes about one hour to reach my aunt's house. I will stay with them for a few hours to help her with the weekend work I usually do and to explain to her that I shall not be staying there any more. I need to do this because she and her husband have been very kind to me over these past two years, treating me more like a daughter than a niece. I shall continue to give them a little money to help make their life comfortable. I just want to share my happiness with them. I will be back about seven so that we can have supper together, though I shall be glad when I can make supper for you. I'm actually quite a good cook and I am looking forward to cooking for you. So, in the meantime, take care, don't look at any other girls and I will see you later." Before I could make any rejoinder she had gone! I felt lost. There was no trace of her presence other than a faint hint of her perfume to convince me that she had been here and I could easily so believe it had been so perfect, that it must have been an hallucination. I had work that I needed to complete for the next morning, Monday. I tried to concentrate on the work labor content that I would require for the next week, but after two hours I gave up. I could think of nothing except Rose, and whether she would return. When I began to consider what I could do if she did not that I appreciated how little I knew about her. Nothing. In my eagerness to get her into bed, I had not made the most rudimentary inquiries. I did not know her correct name, her address, where she worked or anything other than being the most marvelous girl I had ever had the good fortune to meet. Came four o'clock and I could not stay in that now obvious empty hotel room. I went for a walk in the small park near the Meikles Hotel, which only reminded me of our first meeting. Not wanting to return to my hotel, I went into one of my favorite café's, 'The Egg and I'. Yes, that is the name, and stayed there till about six, before making my way back to my room. I wanted to be there when Rose returned, as I continued to reassure myself that she would return. A sudden thought occurred to me. I looked for and found one of my favorite cassettes. A selection of Scottish songs sung by Kenneth Mckellar. The one song, which had now acquired a special significance, was ' My love is like a red, red rose.' A setting of one of Rabbie Burns poems. I put it in aside to await Rose's return. When I played it for her the first of many times, she did not recognize the song or understand the word gang, meaning go or run, in Burn's poem. Later, she came to love it as much as I, and it became our song! Seven. No Rose. Seven thirty, still no Rose. I was beginning to despair, when suddenly there came n almost inaudible knock, the door opened and there she was, even more lovely and desirable than I recalled. I came to her and grabbed her so violently that I think I frightened her. "Please let me breathe." She said with difficulty. I slackened my grip for a moment to allow her to take a couple of breaths, hugged her even tighter, picked her up and carried her into the room, which somehow, miraculously seemed brighter. She looked at me as though I had gone crazy, kissed me and went back to the doorway to collect her suitcase, which I had not even noticed. I took it, put it in the bedroom, came back to her and again tried to squeeze the life out of her. At least that is what she said when I finally released her and suggested I should take her to the hospital to check for possible cracked ribs. "I gather you are pleased to see me," she giggled as she put her arms around my neck. "I can't understand what would give you that ridiculous idea," I said, as I increased the pressure and tried to remove her tonsils with my tongue. A few minutes later she suggested I should release her so she could unpack her clothes. "Tomorrow." I said and again tried to get her even closer. She desperately freed her lips and literally begged me to release her and asked if we could, at least, sit down. I took a little time to consider the request, picked her up and sat on the couch with Rose on my lap. She laid her head on my shoulder and we remained that way for several minutes, both happy to be close and listening to Mozart which I had put on just before she arrived. This music was new to her and she was very content to remain as she was until it finished and I slipped my hand under her blouse to fondle her breasts to enhance the experience. The music concluded and before I could stop her, she sprang to her feet. "Its now eight thirty," she reminded me," and if you want to go out for supper we must go now. I don't really want to go out anywhere. Can we just have some thing simple here and watch the TV together. I would prefer just to stay here and enjoy the evening together. I'll get us a glass of that delightful wine we had yesterday and you can tell me how much you missed me." So, she did, and I did. I ordered chicken salad from room service and with the fresh bread had one the simplest and best meals ever, primarily because of Rose's insistence on serving me and attending to my every need; When I made to clean my lips with a tissue, stayed my hand and leaned over to clean them with her tongue, finishing the meal with a kiss of infinite sweetness. A once in a lifetime experience of complete simplicity and affection. We spoke again of the idea of finding a small bungalow and I promised to check with the local agents next day since we were both eager to move from the hotel to something more suitable and private. We sat on the couch and she reassumed her position on my lap and cuddled close, knowing full well what I wanted from the hardness she felt pressing into her. She slipped to the floor between my legs and cautiously traced the outlines of the now very obvious bulge that her close presence had caused. "Tell me what you would like me to do." "Please just hold and stroke it, then run your tongue and lips up and down the full length and finally take as much as you can into your sweet mouth and lick and suck it. But, as I told you before, I don't want to come in your mouth. I want to fuck you properly and come in your glorious body. That's the most wonderful aspect of sex. No matter how exhausted and satisfied I feel after an orgasm, I am even more eager to do it again within an hour or so. You only have yourself to blame for being so beautiful." She smiled happily at my words and clumsy complements and slid my shorts off to release my erect cock .I gestured her to remove her clothes, for, as I explained, just looking at her wondrous body gave me enormous pleasure and when I saw she was not wearing undies, I was fired with the compulsion to push her to the floor and fuck her till she screamed for mercy. She knelt again and started those actions I had described with such enthusiasm and Improvisation that I had to push her head away and beg her to go easy. She nodded her head and immediately took all of my throbbing cock deep into her mouth and started bobbing away. Again, it took all my determination to hold her cheeks and just luxuriate in the continuing use of her tongue and lips, and yet again I had to restrain her determination to make me come. The very thought of my being allowed to do this was enough to make me come, but the thought of fucking her overrode all else. I withdrew my cock from her mouth and pulled her face up to mine to kiss her. She came up and knelt on the couch, straddling my legs with her own, held my rod, stroked it against her pussy and pushed the head inside. "You said you preferred to fuck me, well go ahead and fuck me. I want to feel it all sliding into me. I have been thinking about this all afternoon and could not wait until I could feel you inside me again. I've never experienced this kind of need before, but the knowledge that we both feel this way makes it even more exciting. Go ahead. I want to watch it so that I can see it going in and feel it at the same time. Yes, yes, more, more. Now come out and do it again but slower." I was following her instructions and with my hands holding her ass, I was able to fuck her with a series of full penetrations and withdrawals, slowly at first until she began to twist and rotate her body and urged me to go faster. I obliged with all my heart and now she was setting the pace, with me returning her thrusts. She was fucking me and it made it all the more enjoyable. She became more animated, her eyes were closed and she was giving a cry at each stroke. I cupped both her bouncing breasts and squeezed her hard nipples until she went rigid and, still moving against me, went into a shuddering climax. I put my hands back on her ass and took over the initiative. I was fully enclosed in her pussy and could feel the violent contractions of her orgasm. I was very close to mine and began to fuck her with a succession of savage short thrusts, increasing the rate to the fastest and hardest I could achieve in that restricted position with her body beginning to slump onto me as her orgasm took its toll. She continued to moan and cry as I reached my zenith and I pumped all my considerable load deep into her still quivering body. I folded my arms around her now limp form and with one last effort, buried my yet hard cock right into her and just lay there with Rose safely in my arms. We were both shattered by this mutual, all consuming intercourse, and just lay there, in each other's arms, for several minutes, in that state of utter contented bliss that can only be achieved when shared. There came a moment when we had to move. Reluctantly, for at that point I would have happily stayed and slept in that entwined position, but already my cock was betraying me, diminished by the coupling, rapidly softening and regretfully slipping out of that tunnel of delight. "That was the best, Keith," she choked, " and I hope you loved it as much as I did. Watching you move in and out as well as experiencing the movement made it the most enjoyable moment of my life. I'd like to take a shower now and I think by the state of your friend that it's safe for you to join me, though with your remarkable strength, I could be wrong. I have to be at the store at 8,30 and so I can go out about 8.00 so let's go to bed." I was in no condition to argue and could not even raise a smile when she washed us and led us to bed. She curled up contentedly in my grateful arms, I kissed her goodnight and we both Lethe- wards had sunk in a short time. I awoke, as was my custom, at five, with Rose still in my arms and her breasts securely in my hands. She was tight against me and I had promised myself that I would not wake her in an attempt to prove that I had some degree of control and was able to resist fucking her at every opportunity. Then she moved and twisted her ass onto my soft penis. It refused to remain soft and began to push its rapidly increasing size between her cheeks. It was only when I heard her giggle that I knew she was awake and had deliberately initiated this arousal; At that I felt absolved from my self imposed resolution and free to indulge my now burgeoning desire. I moved one had down to her to encompass her sex and, locating her button, tickled and teased it until she could restrain no longer and twisted onto her back, pulling me over her as she did so. Not loath to comply, I pressured her legs to open, slipped between them and made ready to do what comes naturally. "Just a moment Keith, let me prepare you." I had no idea what she meant, but was content to let her follow her own path, knowing full well she would consider only that which would please us both. I raised myself from her and used the pause to switch on my cassette unit. The Appassionata sonata!! She reached onto the shelf to retrieve the tube of Vaseline which I had purchased, she had found, and with admirable foresight, had located it for just such an occasion. She squeezed some of this lubricant onto her hands and with infinite care applied it to my uncomfortably rigid rod, stroking her hands up and down to ensure full and even coverage. "Godalmighty," I croaked, "What are you trying to do to me?" "Do?' she chuckled. " Why, nothing at all. I thought this would make it easier for you. I found this tube and assumed you wanted to use it this way. I can stop if you wish." " No, whatever else you do, please don't stop." Being encircled by her hot, moving, lubricated hands was the nearest feeling to being deep inside her and would, under other circumstances, be almost acceptable as a for substitute the real thing. But I was between her legs and as I slowly lowered myself onto her she stroked her pussy with my well lubricated, iron hard, straining cock. I placed my hands under her head and grabbed her hair. She lifted her knees, put her feet flat on the bed, opened her thighs wide and guided my cock into her golden gate, elevating her body to meet me as she did so. I put my lips to hers' and as our tongues caressed, I gently, but firmly, entered her. She was still delightfully tight but I continued the same even pressure, and, glory be, my full length went completely in to her without any tensing or adverse reaction. Indeed, as I went deeper I had expected some resistance and was reassured by feeling her actually relaxing more and more as I reached the limit set by my grinding against her mons. During the last three inches she was actually returning the action, giving little mewing sounds as I slid into her. I felt her fingers clutch my rear, holding me while she moved her hips to more experience this latest exploration and I caused my cock to jerk and jump to provide additional stimulation. "MMmmnnnnnn." She whispered shakily, "Can you do that again. Pull right back and then slide all the way into me, very slowly, in one continuous movement and then vibrate your thing inside me like you just did. Keep repeating it as many times as you can. I want to feel your juice spraying into me, filling me up."