Abigail

"Oh, fuck," he muttered, then groaned softly as his climax occurred, shooting his load into Abi's throat and mouth. She swallowed gamely, struggling not to waste any of his precious cum. She savoured it like some exotic nectar, thinking how easily she could acquire a taste for this life-giving creamy goo.

She carried on fondling and sucking on Jerry's cock, hoping that it would remain big and stiff enough for the next stage of their love-making.

She reached behind her back to quickly unclip her bra, then holding his cock in one hand, she pushed her panties off with the other. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she rolled back, opening her legs in a clear indication of her desires.

He climbed over her. She took hold of his cock again and guided it to the opening between her legs that Jerry had dreamed about, lying in his own bed at night. Abi was by now so wet down there that Jerry had no trouble thrusting his cock into her. After the slightest resistance it slid in. She whimpered more in delight than pain.

"My prick isn't hurting you, is it?" he asked.

She smiled up at him, "No, silly, it feels absolutely wonderful inside me. I love it."

His cock was three inches into her. He began thrusting and withdrawing, driving it deeper with each thrust. She was soon accepting the whole length of it. He drove his cock faster into the appreciative girl. She felt a tingling start that seemed to spread rapidly to every part of her body. Jerry was grunting, "I'm coming, Abi. I'm fucking you now."

"Oh, yes," she cried as she was overwhelmed by her orgasm, "Oh yes, fuck me Jerry, fuck me!"

She was moaning now as Jerry ejaculated his load of sperm into her, the pace of their motion slowly declining as if they were reluctant for it to end.

Suddenly Abi was laughing and kissing him. Then the breathless pair relaxed in that warm afterglow of a perfect coupling.

When they had recovered sufficiently, Abi used her hand and mouth to restore Jerry's cock to size before she mounted him, lowering herself eagerly onto his cock. This time she enjoyed several orgasms before Jerry shot his third load of cum into her.

Satisfied for now, she curled up alongside him, her head on his shoulder, his prick in her hand. They slept soundly until long after daybreak.

When he awoke, Jerry thought he had somehow got back to his own room, but then realised he was still in Abi's larger room. There were many of his things visible. Then Abi appeared with a breakfast tray.

She explained she had been moving his things into her room.

"I took it for granted we'd be sleeping together from now on," she explained.

Jerry smiled; nothing could have pleased him more.

They ate breakfast side by side in bed. Then Jerry pulled back the bedclothes to show Abi his morning 'boner'.

"I hope you like being fucked in the morning, Abi," he waved his cock at her grinning, "because it would be a shame to waste this."

Abi could see his point, although she had never thought of herself as a morning sort of person. But when she found herself lying under him with her legs wide open and his cock pistoning in and out of her, she realised she could easily change her mind on that point.

Later that day they were due to have a meal at Jamal and Mel's place.

When they got there, Mel could soon see by their attitude to each other that her best friend had finally surrendered to Jerry's charms. She was overjoyed for her.

Later, in the kitchen, the girls talked frankly. Abi admitted to being unsure as to whether she was in love or in lust with Jerry.

"He made love to me four times in a day," Abi reported, "It must be lust. Perhaps it's just his wonderful cock I'm in love with!"

"If I were you,Abi, I'd give it at least a month, maybe more," Mel advised, "And when the euphoria wears thin you'll soon find out where you stand. In the meantime you might as well lie back and wallow in debauchery. Enjoy it while it lasts, my girl."

The advice was basically sound, but the trouble was that Abi and Jerry had little time left. As she waved goodbye at the airport, Abi had still not discovered the truth of her feelings for Jerry and as far as she knew it was much the same for him.

A week before he left, Jerry had been visited a couple of times by his old Jamaican friend, Ewart Johnson, Arty. Abi had met him once. She had been introduced by Jerry when Arty called to see his old chum at the apartment. She didn't see him again and assumed that the dread-locked Jamaican had been visiting the States on holiday.

About a month after Jerry had left, Arty called and asked Abi out for a lunch. After a moment's hesitation, Abi agreed. She found he was an engaging companion, chatty, witty and full of humorous tales.

After he had delivered her safely back to the apartment, he asked her to go out with him to dinner the following week. There seemed to be no harm in it, and, as she had enjoyed his company over lunch, she agreed.

Arty took her to a swanky place where there was a small dance-floor and a four piece group playing live music. The food was good, the wine was better and after the meal, Abi and Arty enjoyed several dances. At midnight, Arty called a taxi which took them back to Abi's place. Arty gave her a lingering kiss and bade her good night. Then he left in the taxi with Abi wondering if she was doing something wrong. She had expected at least some semblance of a pass from him. And she had been

secretly plagued with curiosity about the size of the erection that had been so evident when they had been dancing close.

He rang three evenings later and invited her out to dinner again.

He took her to another nice venue, wined and dined her and they danced again. During the slow bits, Arty held his attractive companion close. Close enough for her to feel his passion expressed through the growing bulge in his groin. Abi felt a sense of anticipation. She had been somewhat depressed after Jerry's departure and welcomed the diversion. On the way back to Abi's apartment in the taxi, Arty sat with his arm around her, holding her close. He kissed her gently as the taxi stopped.

"Would you like to come up for coffee?" she asked him quietly.

It was exactly the offer Arty had wanted from her since he had first met Abi and made up his mind there and then to have her come what may. He paid off the driver who gave him a knowing wink.

Once inside the place, Arty took Abi into his arms and they kissed, passionately savouring the taste of each other's tongues.

They both forgot entirely about coffee.

Arty's hands roamed around Abi's back and down to her bottom. He pulled her ass into him, rubbing his erection into her mound of Venus. For a second or two, Abi wasn't sure she wanted things to go so far so fast. She and Jerry had made no lasting promises to each other but she still felt some nagging sense of disloyalty to him.

But Arty's hardening cock rubbing against her was too much of a temptation. She was getting wet between her legs and the urge to see just how big Arty's cock was overcame any vestige of reluctance she felt.

Suddenly they were pulling each other's clothes off, leaving a trail of discarded outer and underwear from the hall to Abi's bedroom.

As he sat naked on the edge of her bed, she knelt and took his cock into her mouth eagerly, wondering at how black it was compared with her hands. Strange, she mused, how she had never thought of Jerry as being black although he obviously was as black as Arty. She worked his cock until he started to come in her mouth. Arty couldn't help a groan escaping him as he felt himself shooting his semen into this pretty girl. He had desired her since he first set eyes on her and had been determined to make her his own. It felt marvellous to have her eagerly swallowing his cum. He laid her back on the bed and climbed over her. She held his cock in position as he thrust it into her warm, wet and unresisting cunt.

It felt so good to her to have another man inside her. It was something she realised she had been missing and needed badly. Arty's cock was at least as long as Jerry's and slightly thicker. It felt so good, she wondered how she had lived so much of her young life without experiencing such heavenly feelings. She reached round to Arty's ass and pulled him deep into her, as she delighted in the tingling sensation of her first orgasm for several weeks. It amazed her how quickly she had come.

Arty drove his now rigid monster cock into the warm wetness of Abi's vagina with great power and speed, a process that seemed to excite her into a long series of convulsive orgasms as she alternately gasped, then grinned with pleasure in the expert hands of her new Jamaican lover.

She was glad she had made no promises to Jerry, nor he to her. She didn't envisage him remaining celibate for very long and she certainly wanted nothing of the sort for herself now that he had awakened her sex-drive in the way that he had. So she felt no remorse about allowing Arty to fuck her, only a sense of release, a general lowering of her inhibitions and a delicious feeling of naughtiness.

"I could easily become a black cock slut if you keep fucking me like this," she told him.

He grinned at her, "Just what I had in mind for you, Abi!" he replied.

Arty quickly became Abi's new flat mate. But Mel didn't take to him at all. She insisted there was something that she couldn't quite put a finger on that disturbed her about her friend's new lover.

Abi had no such reservations and was content for Arty to fuck her every night and quite a few mornings too. At first she couldn't discern whether she had met the love of her life or not. On balance, she thought she probably had.

Seven weeks after the start of their relationship, the financial crisis dried up the supply of money from Abi's parents, putting her education in jeopardy. Arty had an answer but didn't immediately disclose it to Abi.

A few days before, he and Abi had been happily fucking away. They had come together with perfect timing and at the height of her ecstatic orgasm, Abi had cried out,

"Oh! Fuck me, Arty. I love the way you fuck me. I love you,"

"I love fucking you too, Abi, you gorgeous bit of cunt," Arty replied enthusiastically.

As the after glow started to die away, Abi said,

"That was a marvellous fuck, Arty. Thank you."

"You're welcome, you insatiable black cock slut," he said, laughing kindly.

But he remembered that 'I love you' she had uttered and thought long about the consequences if he had said it back to her. Subtle changes began in his mind. He had a plan.

He and Abi had a few drinks after dinner. When Abi became a bit woosey, Arty disappeared for twenty minutes. Abi helped herself to another drink, then thinking they would be going straight to bed to fuck when he returned, Abi had taken off her dress. She curled up on the couch clad only in a blue satin chemise and matching panties. When he returned, Arty brought a man called Ricky back to the apartment.with him

Regarding Abi curled up on the couch. Arty thought she looked good enough to eat.

He and Ricky got undressed and positioned the half drunk girl between them so she had Arty's cock in her mouth, while Ricky pulled her panties down and drove his prick into her cunt from the rear. There wasn't much finesse about it as they humped away at each end of the inebriated girl until they had both come. Amazingly, Abi came too and the three of them went into the bedroom and flopped down on the bed.

Abi soon found herself being fucked by them alternately. She put up no resistance, indeed, she began to take an active role in the debauchery.

In the morning, Arty handed Abi a wad of cash.

"It's our takings from last night," he said, hoping there wouldn't be too much of a backlash. There wasn't. Abi cried a little but she didn't reject the money. They both knew what it meant. It was a way out of the financial crisis; a way of paying to complete her education.

A few days later, the same thing happened. After a few drinks, Abi just seemed to be anybodies' girl. Arty was soon bringing men back for sex nearly every night.

"It didn't take much effort to turn me from a black cock slut into a black cock whore," Abi lamented.

"I think you've got a natural talent for it," Arty chimed in.

" Actually, I don't mind as long as they're black," Abi told him. They always were.

Abi and Arty split the proceeds seventy-five/twenty-five respectively.

"You're doing the work so you should get most," Arty said, "Just as long as I can fuck you on your nights off."

"If I ever stop coming, I'm going to give up regardless," Abi warned him, "At least I can say I'm fucking them all for pleasure while I come myself and enjoy it. But no way am I going on if that stops happening to me."

Abi never said 'no' when the price was right. And there were men who would pay almost anything for a pretty young girl to flesh out their fantasies and fetishes. Arty also took her to a friend of his to make some porn videos. Abi found them even more boring to make than they were to watch. She found herself spending a lot of time giving head and other inducements to young studs who had difficulty keeping their cocks stiff enough during the intermittent filming.

So Abi finished her final year as a black cock whore, enabling her to pay her own way through college, with a lot of help from Arty who seemed to find his niche in life as her pimp. Before the final term was over, Abi had recruited four other girls, Jane, Laura, Gail and Fran, to the cause. The two young blonds and two brunettes needed the money and all had a bit of a thing for black cocks that they turned to their advantage.

With the new girls, Abi felt she was being edged out of Arty's life. She knew she had been playing the whore long enough. She wanted a change but was undecided about which direction to take. Nevertheless, she took her leave of Arty, and the other girls and spent the rest of the summer with her parents at home.

She got a call from Mel at the end of October telling her that Jerry was back in town.

"And he was asking about you," her friend added.

Abi's heart missed a beat. When she put the phone down, she went immediately to the mirror, took one look at her hair and made an urgent call to her favourite hair-dresser. An hour later, after a quick trim, shampoo and set, Abi was home bathing, dressing in her best undies. She put on some brand new nylon hold-ups; no garter belt as she was anxious not to show any wrinkles across the slight bulge of her tummy through the tight fitting yellow skirt, conservatively cut to just above the knee.

It was quite different above the waist. Abi put on a see-through white nylon blouse that clearly showed off her best white satin and lace bra.

"What's the good of spending good money on nice undies if they never see the light of day!" Mel had said in the department store when they went shopping. Abi had agreed and bought the blouse.

She applied her make up sparingly, but with great care, finally surveying the result in her long mirror..With the light behind her she could see all the way up her legs, so she pulled on a short satin slip, easing the dress down over it.

As close to being satisfied as she was likely to get, she set off to meet Jerry for the first time in nearly three years. She had insisted Mel go with her, so the pair of friends made their way to Jerry's apartment.

Mel could feel the slight tremor of Abi's hand as it clutched her arm, so it was Mel who stepped forward and rang the bell.

The door opened and Jerry was suddenly there, still clad in his bathrobe.

He embraced Mel, who was standing slightly ahead of Abi, then he held out a hand to Abi who hadn't stepped forward. He pulled her towards him. Abi stumbled slightly and her body fell against Jerry's much more heavily than either of them had intended. It didn't matter, as their arms went around each other and they hugged, paused for a second and then began to kiss.

It was a soft, slow, gentle kiss that lingered while they both held their breath.

As they parted, Jerry exclaimed, "You're early. I wasn't expecting you for another hour. I bet you didn't put your clocks back last night!"

They had forgotten. They all laughed and Jerry invited them in for coffee.

"You'll have to excuse me for now," Mel replied diplomatically, "I've got quite a bit of shopping to do."

Abi was startled by this as Mel hadn't mentioned it before, but she realised it was probably just an excuse to beat a retreat.

Alone, Jerry kissed his ex-landlady and flat-mate again. Abi had the strangest sensation as she kissed him back. It was like trying on an old sweater she hadn't worn for ages and finding it was still a perfect fit. Even his swelling cock against her belly had a reassuring feeling of familiarity about it.

Abi remembered the first time she had seen Jerry's erection. She recalled describing it as , "a beautiful prick," and smiled at the memory.

Jerry caught the smile and queried it.

Abi took a deep breath. He might think she was too forward, not at all like the shy Abi he used to know. Still, he might as well get used to her as she now was.

"I was remembering how, the first time I ever saw it, I told you that you had a beautiful prick," she said.

He grinned, "I still have it."

"You could take me into your bedroom and show me properly," Abi suggested.

"You know what will happen if I take you into my bedroom and show you my prick, don't you Abi," he was grinning from ear to ear.

Her own smile was just as wide, "I know what I'm hoping for."

They looked at each other and, nodding in time with each other, chorused, "A damn good fuck!"

Jerry and Abi walked quite slowly into the bedroom, his arm around her waist, her body leaning into him.

Jerry sat on the edge of the bed. Abi knelt between his legs. He reached out, fondling her tits as she unzipped his jeans and proceeded to pull them off. She pulled down his shorts and took hold of his jet-black cock.

Gazing at the shiny black monster in admiration , she said, "It's the most beautiful prick I've ever seen."

Abi knew she had been somewhat inept when they had made love formerly. She was now a well practised cock-sucker but she needed this one to last. She wanted to give Jerry the best experience he had ever had in a girl's mouth. She wanted to hear him cry out in ecstasy when he came.

She stuck out her tongue and ran it lightly round the tip of his cock. She worked the glistening black giant with her hands a little, teasing out a small drop of pre-cum. She licked it up, lifting her face to Jerry, so that he could see it on her tongue before she swallowed it.

Then she ran her tongue alongside his cock all the way up until her nose was buried in his curly black pubic hair. Then cradling his balls in her hand, she ran her tongue down the other side of his prick until she reached the tip, Then she closed her mouth around it, expertly relaxing her throat to take his cock deeply into her..She could feel the wondrous stiffening effect her actions had produced and it thrilled her to hear Jerry's sharp intake of breath as he started thrusting into her mouth and throat.

She opened the top two buttons of her blouse allowing one of Jerry's hands to reach down and fondle her tit through her bra. His other hand held a handful of her hair, guiding the movements of her head in time with his thrusts.

Now Abi's time as a well tutored whore stood her in good stead. She could take most of Jerry's cock without gagging, knowing when to let it drive deep, when to withdraw it, cover it with saliva and slurp it around in the front of her mouth.

Jerry started to groan and Abi felt a surge of elation as he shot a load of cum into her welcoming mouth. Load after load of his semen shot into her and although she swallowed gamely, some of the goo seeped out of the sides of her bulging cheeks It ran down her chin and dropped into the open space above her breasts where Jerry had just been massaging her tits. As more and more cum dropped, it began soaking into her bra. But Abi was long past caring. She was so pleased with herself at giving Jerry a great climax.