Abigail

He looked down at her, her hair in disarray, her lips, chin and throat shiny with cum, a wet patch appearing where her cum-soaked bra met her blouse and realised how lovely she was. She smiled up at him. Not only was she good to look at but her soft, yielding body was matched by her nature.

She was still holding his cock and fondling it, restoring it to it's former size. He wanted to get his prick into her, to drive it into her cunt, to hear her gasp as it filled her.

He reached down and started to lift her skirt, but it was a tight fit. The seem started to give. He ripped it all the way from the hem to the waist. Abi made no move, saying nothing to stop him as he proceeded to tear off her blouse, bra, slip and panties. She was naked except for her stockings.

She climbed onto the bed, opened her legs and took hold of his cock.

"Come on then, Jerry, fuck me. Fuck my brains out."

She guided his cock to the entrance to her cunt. He thrust into her, driving his stiffening prick all the way into the girl until his black pubic hair was mingling with her blond curls. He heard the great gasp escape her as she accepted him, stretching her stockinged legs apart as far as she could. .

"Fuck you, Abi. Fuck you. I've never been able to get you out of my mind since the day I left. I thought you were just another bit of cunt I could enjoy like all the others I fucked back in England. But no, every girl I've fucked since has been you, even if I had to shut my eyes to conjure you up.".

He drove his swollen prick into her hard and fast. She whimpered in delight as she came and came and came. Soon he was grunting and groaning as he began to come. He pumped load after load of cum into her welcoming cunt. He felt her vaginal muscles working to keep his orgasm going and marvelled at her willingness.

Exhausted, they were lying back on the bed, his arm round her shoulder, hers reaching down to hold his cock.

"You know Jerry, when you lived with me before, I wasn't sure about my feelings for you. I loved your prick but I didn't know about the rest of you," she said.

"It was the same for me," he replied. He told her about his time studying when he met Arty and Arty had provided an endless stream of willing black-cock-loving girls. About how the two of them had fucked hundreds of young girls over several years. And also how without Arty, he had been useless at that sort of thing.

"I was too proud to pay for it, so I was celibate for a long time before we met. Under those circumstances I couldn't make up my mind whether it was lust or love between us."

Abi grinned, "Just how many girls did you fuck?"

"About two hundred or so," he replied.

"Did you know your friend Arty not only fucked me quite a few times but had me fucking his friends and then a whole lot of guys neither of us knew from Adam. I was a whore and Arty was my pimp," she told him

"He told me he'd moved in with you but that was all. I could hardly object when I had gone back to England. I had no more success alone at discos than before. I just couldn't carry it off like Arty. So I gave in and went to an escort agency. I hired out girls by the hour. Twice a month for two years that's all I ever fucked; whores," Jerry confessed too.

"You know, Jerry, you would have fared much better at the discos if you hadn't tried emulating Arty. You should have relaxed and been yourself. I'm sure you would have pulled quite a few girls that way," Abi told him..

"What sort of a future would we have together, do you think?" Jerry asked.

"Well, one thing I learned is that there's a world of difference between fucking and making love. You're the only man I ever made love to and I'm sorry I didn't realise that it was all of you I loved as well as that beautiful prick of yours," Abi explained.

"I'm equally to blame," Jerry was gallant.

"I suppose you'd better come and meet my parents, then," Abi suggested.

"Does that mean you'll marry me?" Jerry inquired.

"Are you asking me?"

"Yes I am. Will you marry me Abigail?" Jerry asked her.

"You betcha," Abi laughed.

"I'm surprised you said 'Yes' because quite a lot of white girls take black lovers, but then they revert to white when it comes to husbands," Jerry asserted.

"Isn't there a saying,'when a girl goes black she never goes back'? I think that's how it goes," Abi asked.

"The world's full of old wives tales and wishful thinking," Jerry told her.

They fell asleep and in the morning Abi rang Mel to ask her friend to bring round something to wear.

"You obviously had a good time with Jerry last night then," Mel commented. She brought along a pair of panties, a T shirt, a track-suit and some trainers

Back in her apartment, Abi rang her parents and told them she wanted to bring a boyfriend with her when she came up for the weekend. They sounded delighted and said they looked forward to meeting him.

The delight Abi's parents were experiencing was due very largely to the disturbing information they had recently received from a 'well-wisher' who remained anonymous.

It consisted of a clip of video taken from U-Tube that showed a pretty young blond girl, naked between two well-hung black studs. She was sucking one stud's prick while the other drove his cock into her from the rear.

There was no mistaking the girl's face. It was their Abigail. What really shocked her parents was the fact that their daughter was smiling and looked as if she thoroughly enjoyed the whole process. And the title of the clip read, "Blond whore gets black fucked at both ends.".

Abi knew nothing of this so was somewhat bemused at the audible sigh of relief she heard over the phone when she spoke to her mother.

On his arrival at Abi's old home,Jerry found himself welcomed like the prodigal son. Abi's mother and father received him with smiles and an unexpectedly warm embrace.

Sanding back to observe her daughter beside her black boyfriend, Mrs Somner remarked,

"Let me get a good look at you both."

Then she produced a camera and took a shot of them arm in arm.

"My goodness, you two make a very handsome couple together," she couldn't suppress her joy at seeing Abi with a man like Jerry, so studious, so intelligent and so obviously desirable as a suitor, despite the ten year difference in their ages. Added to that was their open affection for each other, clearly expressed through their eyes..

"I hope you two always feel the same way about each other. I'm so happy for you," Abi's mother enthused, causing her daughter to blush.

Later, after dinner, Abi peeked into the spare room. The bed was unmade. When she asked her mother about the sleeping arrangements, her mother said,

"I naturally assumed you'd want to use your old room. I know it's only a three-quarter size bed, but I guess you and Jerry will manage."

Abi was a little unsettled about her parents' all too eager acceptance of Jerry. She assumed they must have made some enquiries about his background already. .

Six weeks later, Abigail, wearing a dazzling white satin gown, walked up the aisle on her father's arm to marry her Jerry. Mel was maid of honour and Jamal was best man.

As they entered the church and started walking up the aisle to Wagner's wedding march, Abi's Dad told her she was the best looking girl in the world, a sentiment repeated by Jerry as she placed her hand on his arm standing at the altar.

At the back of the church on the very last pew, Arty sat with a wistful smile on his face. There was a gnawing doubt in his heart as he watched Abi and Jerry plight their troth. He realised he had managed to let something slip through his fingers that was more precious than gold. And all for the want of three little words, spoken at the right moment!

Arty knew he could so easily have fallen for Abi and made her love him too. He'd had her in his grasp but some inner demon had made him trade on their mutual lust to debase and debauch her.

Arty hadn't needed the money Abi made as a whore. His percentage of the takings had never been deducted. And she had trusted him to the extent of never looking very closely at her account, so his generosity went unnoticed. He slipped sadly out of the church before the end of the ceremony.

Jerry eventually got a post at the university hospital as a heart surgeon. He and Abi lived in a leafy cul-de-sac close to Jamal and Mel.

With Mel pregnant for the third time, and with the news of Abi's wedding, Mel's parents began to melt. First Mel had a visit from her mother who couldn't stop cooing over the two toddlers.

The news she retailed to Mel's father must have been good. A couple of months later, both Mel's parents were at her door. There were some tears shed over the long estrangement but the children helped heal the wounds. Jamal's success as a well paid football coach helped too. Both her parents, as well as Mel and Jamal themselves, were very much happier for the reconciliation.

The cul-de-sac seemed to attract the right people. Soon a well known blond actress brought her black lover to live with her there and the daughter of one of the older families brought home her black lover and the father of her child. With two other mixed race couples joining them, Abi and Mel felt they were in at the start of something new.

A melting pot where white girls and black men - and white men and black girls - would be free not only to marry but also to try out other relationships across all racial boundaries.

"It'll be great when brown is the normal skin tone," Abi said.

And Mel replied, "Yes, and the world might be a more peaceful place too!"

During the following week, Abi bought a test kit, followed it by a confirmatory visit to her doctor who told her she was pregnant.

Abi's heart jumped for joy. She realised, as the doctor said the words, that she wanted nothing in the world as much as Jerry's baby. And she hoped for more to come.