Free Helena by Leo Barton Page B

you, and kneeled up, positioned me
so that I faced the fantastic drawing which had brought us so close
together, and you kneeled behind me, inserting your thick hard rod
inside me where your finger had been.
    What bliss it
was to feel you inside me for the first time! How my breasts
throbbed with the sensation, with the mere idea of you entering me,
how my sex clenched around the hard meat of you! I wanted to scream
with delight, with the suffocating pleasure of you.
    At first you
rocked me slowly off you, your prick inching further and further up
me, and then grasping the firmness of my fleshy bottom you
swivelled me onto your rod so that every inch of my sex could feel
your pulsating cock pressing inside me.
    With a slow
steady rhythm you fucked me like I had never been fucked before,
like I could never have imagined been fucked, squirming out every
inch of pleasure from me. Then what joy as you increased your pace,
your rod going deeper inside me, pushing up so hard, so violently,
so wonderfully. My tensed hand pressed down into the softness of
the mattress, my neck arched, stretching the sinews of my neck, my
head was thrust back so I could savour every delicious thrust, you
violently panting as you fucked me, me whimpering, shrieking as you
pushed harder into me.
    I reached one
hand up to tweak my throbbing nipple, my whole breast sore,
quivering with pleasure, and then with your strong hands you
gathered both my wrists together so you could angle your cock
further inside me. Your rhythm grew increasingly frenzied, as you
jabbed at me violently, gripping my wrists with your full manly
force. You wanted to come then I think, but I instinctively knew
that you would hold off so that we could climax together.
    It wasn't
long. I clenched my teeth, feeling you inside me, my sex tight
around you. I felt myself coming and you coming at the same time,
us merging into one pleasure, the shared oceanic joy of our mutual
orgasm ripping through us simultaneously. Then, the hotness of your
seed as you ejaculated inside, launching, as you knew it would, my
own orgasm, each gush of you leading inextricably to another charge
of electric spasm. I let out an uninhibited scream of satiation as
your sperm rocketed inside me, my climax gradually eddying,
blanking out my mind in the intensity of my pleasure.
    After we had
finished, you lay beside me holding me in an embrace, kissing me
gently on the forehead, as my head nestled between your chin and
shoulder. If that old fear, if the guilt was going to return, you
kissed and caressed it away so I could feel nothing but contentment
lying beside you, wondering how I had existed so long without that
degree of pleasure.
    I concentrated
on it, tried to remember it in my mind, every single detail of what
had happened between us, blanking out everything else: my work, my
past, even, or especially Gregory. I fell asleep on you like that.
It was the most satisfying slumber I think I have ever had.
    It is funny,
but I can even recall the dream I had, which wasn't really a dream,
but only the memory of what we had done. How long did I sleep?
Thirty minutes, an hour?
    When I woke up
you were asleep beside me on the bed, lying supine, your legs
sprawled out, your arm lazily dangling over me. I couldn't resist,
Freddie. I never knew what was going to happen. It could have been
the last time. I wanted to take as much of you as I could. Maybe I
would never see you again, maybe I would never feel such pleasures
again. It would at least be something to have you in my memory, and
the more I had to remember you by, the more I could re-dream what
had happened between us.
    I looked down
at your long, thick cock, flaccid now, flopping down onto the bed.
Stroking your scrotum as I did so, I took your length into my mouth
again, tasting the salty head, spreading my tongue over the slit at
the top, and slowly licking the whole length of your shaft, paying
attention especially to the thick dome. I felt it expanding in