5 comments/ 226307 views/ 20 favorites The After Party Ch. 01 By: mytasteislikecandy Aimee had just turned 21 and her friends decided that for her birthday they were going to surprise her with a rented limo and a wild night on the town. Aimee was a pretty innocent girl. Still a virgin and almost never been kissed, her friends wanted to loosen her up a bit. Of the four girls,some would have claimed Aimee to be the least attractive, while others thought she was rather beautiful. She was striking in her own way. Aimee wasn't the typical blonde that her friends were. Instead she had the coal black hair passed onto her by her Italian mother and the blue eyes that her Scandinavian father gave her. Her skin was creamy pale and no matter how often she tanned, it seemed she would never be any darker. Her lips were full....some thought too full, while others considered them perfect DSL's. Now, as for her body, there everyone agreed. Her figure was a bit thicker than all of her Barbie-ish friends....with a nice full ass and matching breasts. Instead of being the size 5 her friends all wanted to be, she was a voluptous size 12...but still firm and shapely. On the night of Aimee's birthday, she was still arguing with her boyfriend of 2 years. They hadn't had sex yet because of Aimee's strict Italian upbringing. She wanted to wait for marriage and Keith, her blond boring boyfriend, had been fine with that up until the last month or so. He thought now that she had his engagement ring on her finger, that that should be enough. Aimee didn't agree. He claimed his "needs" were too strong to keep under control anymore. He told her that if she didn't take care of them, he'd find someone who was willing to do it instead. With those words, Aimee took off her diamond and threw it at his face. "Get out then!" she screamed. "Just go and get your needs taken care of....but remember you can't come back here afterward." Keith stormed out of the apartment and Aimee sat down on her couch and cried. After sobbing herself hoarse, she got up and called one of her girls, telling her what had just happened. "Perfect timing!" she exclaimed. "Get dressed Aim, in something cute and sexy. Its supposed to be a surprise, but Cari, Faith, and I are taking you out tonight for your birthday. We guarantee that we'll take your mind off of that asshole instantly!" Aimee fought for a minute, but then decided she couldn't sit here all night long. She hung up with Tara and went back to her room to dress. She showered and then picked out what she considered her sexiest outfit. It was a knee length black dress with a slit up the back almost to her rounded ass. It tied around her neck and revealed her voluptuos cleavage even more after she added her strapless push up bra to the ensemble. The dress had never been worn because Aimee found it to revealing, but tonight she was all about being sexy and revealed. She left her straight hair falling down around her shoulders. It fell right below her bra strap. After adding a pair of sexy ankle strap sandals and a pair of silver hoops she was ready to go. She grabbed her purse and waited for the limo Tara had told her about to arrive. When she finally heard the horn blow, she walked out the front door to the hoots and whistles of her four best friends. She climbed in the back seat and the night began. The girls arrived at Chrome a little after 10 pm. Aimee was quite nervous because she'd never been to a club or even a bar before. As they stood in line to get into the already crowded club, Aimee's friends noticed the group of black men already scoping out their innocent friend. "Look Aimee, you're already attracting some attention. Girl I told you you could do better than that jerk Keith." Tara nodded to the group of dark skinned brothers checking her out. Aimee blushed and accidentally made eye contact with the finest guy in the group. He was about 6'3, muscular. His hair was braided in tiny criss cross braids and his dark skin gleamed under the lights outside the bar. He smiled at Aimee, revealing perfect white teeth. She smiled back hesitantly then turned her back. Finally, the girls entered the dark smoky interior of the club. Since Aimee had never drank before, her friends started ordering drinks for her. By the end of the first hour, Aimee was amazingly drunk. She was on the dance floor shaking her ass and having the best time of her life. She finally stumbled off the dance floor to find herself in the arms of the tall brother who had smiled at her outside the club. She smiled up at him and reached up to touch his braids. "Nice," she said her words slurring a bit. "Lets dance," he said, guiding her back on the floor with one hand on her ass. She complied readily and when he pulled her into his arms to get close she didn't fight either. For some reason, she felt a mysterious attraction to the tall dark and handsome man. Their bodies pressed together, no room in between at all. He moved his hips against hers allowing her to feel the rapidly hardening bulge between his legs. She gasped and looked up into his face, shock covering her own expression. He grinned down at her and grabbed her ass in both hands, forcing their pelvises even closer together. Aimee felt an unrecognizable feeling starting inside her. She was tingling in a way that Keith had never caused. The black mans hands massaged her full ass as his lips pressed against her neck, biting lightly. Aimee moaned and closed her eyes, getting caught up in the feeling of his thick soft lips against her flesh. Just when she thought she couldn't take another moment of him licking and suckig her flesh, he pulled away and took her hand, leading her to the table where her friends were seated. "I'm Marc," he said, introducing himself to her 3 friends. "I'm taking your friend home tonight, if you need her, call my cell phone." He scribbled his number on a napkin and pushed it toward Tara. Before they could protest, he pulled Aimee in front of him and guided her out of the building. He stopped in front of a Honda Accord and opened the door for her, guiding her slightly stumbling body into the leather seat. After securing her seat belt, he got in the drivers seat and pulled away from the curb. As he was driving he rested one dark hand against the creamy skin of Aimee's bare thigh. She looked down at it, amazed at how his large hand looked against her white skin. Unconsciously she spread her legs slightly, and his hand took advantage of this opening and slid up to her warm inner thigh. He squeezed and massaged her smooth flesh. With each squeeze she opened herself a little more, and of course his hand moved accordingly. Finally, his hand was cupping her warm moist panties and she gasped at the feeling, arching her hips into his large palm. He moved his hand in a small circle, teasing her as he pulled into his apartment complex. As he parked, he removed his hand causing Aimee to groan in disappointment. "Don't get upset," he murmured, leaning over to kiss her ear. "There's plenty more to come." He unbuckled her seat belt and then came to her side of the car and helped her out of the vehicle. He led her to his apartment and opened the door ushering her into the cool interior of his home. Before she could move, he was in front of her, both of her hands in his, pulling her down the corridor toward the back of the apartment. He guided her into his bedroom and then stopped her, leaving her standing by his queen sized bed. Aimee trembled as he knelt before her, his big rough hands sliding up her bare legs pushing the skirt of her dress up as they went. Slowly her black thongs came into view and he pushed his face slowly between her thighs, inhaling the heady scent of her excitement. Aimee gasped and fell into a seated position on the edge of the bed. Marc took advantage of this and reached up and untied the halter of her dress sliding it down and revealing her matching black push up bra. Her breasts were almost overflowing and he groaned as he pushed his face between them, his tongue licking at her warm cleavage. Aimee whimpered and put her hands on his head, holding his face against her breasts. This seemed to drive him wild because he pushed her onto her back and pulled the dress roughly off of her, leaving her lying there in her black bra and thongs. He then unhooked the front clasp of her bra and revealed her full round breasts, the nipples already standing at attention, waiting to be licked. While he suckled the left one, his hands were busy pushing her panties down her legs exposing her smoothly shaven pussy. When he felt her lips and realized that she was completely bald, he lost it and slid down between her legs. He put his hands on her knees and spread her legs, watching as her thick pussy lips opened for him too, the wetness gleaming and her clit large and protruding. He took advantage of the position and pushed his mouth against her wet pussy. Aimee cried out, instantly coming. She'd never even let Keith touch her there and the feeling of this strangers lips and tongue on her clit caused her to experience her first orgasm ever. Marc was stunned as he felt the sexy white girl explode into his mouth. He lapped at her spread pussy, tasting the sweetest cum ever. When he'd made her cum 2 more times he slid up her body and looked at her face. She was sweating and her eyes were closed. Biting her bottom lip she finally opened her eyes and looked into his. "Wow." was all she could say. Marc smiled and then slid his fingers down and played with her clit a bit. She moaned and spread her legs wider for him. At this sign of approval, he stopped and stood up. Slipping his jersey over his head and unbuttoning his jeans, Marc watched as Aimee squirmed on the bed her full beautiful body moving like a cats. Her pussy glistened, waiting for more. When he was naked, he slid back onto the bed beside her and guided her hand to his hard cock. Aimee's eyes popped open as her hand barely fit around his girth. She sat up and looked at the thick shaft in her hand. It was beautiful, Aimee thought to herself. And for some reason, she wanted to do to him what he had done for her. She leaned over and tentatively licked the head of his hardness. Marc groaned and grasped her hair in his hands, guiding her mouth further around his dick. He had already determined that Aimee was very inexperienced and hadn't expected her to do this. But as her warm mouth opened and took more of him inside, he didn't ask her to stop. Her tongue swirled around him and he thrust his hips forward pushing deeper into her mouth. Aimee gagged and he instantly pulled her mouth away. "Are you ok?" he asked, looking down at her gorgeous face. She nodded and licked her lips. Marc moaned and pushed her back on the bed again. He slid on top of her and then reached between their bodies, stroking her clit again to get her ready. She was still soaking wet so he used his knees to push her legs open wider. He held the base of his dick in his hand and used the tip to tease her wet slit. She moaned and squirmed underneath him, arching her pussy up against his hardness. He took that as an invitation and began sliding his cock into her tight wetness. Aimee gasped and pushed up at him, already wanting more of him inside of her. Marc slid his hands under her full ass and lifted her hips up so that he slid completely inside of her. When he heard her gasp with pain, he fully realized the extent of her innocence. "Oh shit!" he said, excited that he had just taken Aimee's virginity. With that he began sliding into her faster and harder, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. "Yeah baby, thats it girl. Give me that tight pussy." he moaned into her ear. When Aimee heard the dirty talk he was whispering she became a wildcat. She began lifting her hips to match his thrusts and the sound of bodies slapping filled the room. Aimee moaned and gasped and cried out as his dick filled her completely. Finally, Marc felt her pussy grow even tighter, if that was possible, as Aimee began to come on his dick. That in turn set him off and he felt his cock throb as he shot off inside of the pretty white girl underneath him. Aimee screamed out her pleasure as he filled her up and she came one more time. He rolled off of Aimee and then pulled her into his arms and held her tight. She buried her face in his chest and instantly fell asleep. Marc smiled and pulled the sheets over their sweaty bodies.....knowing that this was just the beginning. To be continued...... The After Party Ch. 02 Aimee woke up the next morning, her body still tingling from what had occurred the night before. She tried to put the jumbled pieces of last night back together in her mind, but her brain was throbbing. The last thing she remembered was the amazing dream she'd had last night. In it, her virgin body was being ravished by a dark and totally gorgeous man. Aimee sat up in the large bed and as the sheets fell around her waist, she realized she was totally nude. Shocked, she looked around the room she was in and realized that she had no clue where she was. She heard the shower running from behind the closed door across from the bed, but she didn't even know who was in there. Aimee noticed her dress, bra, and panties neatly folded on the chair across the room and so she quickly slid out of the bed to get them. Just as she did, the door to the bathroom opened and out stepped a tall black man with only a towel wrapped around his waist. His muscular chest and flat abs were sprinkled with water and his towel bulged a bit in front from the size of what lay beneath it. Aimee gasped, crossed her arms across her chest and stared open mouthed at the beautiful man smiling at her from the doorway. It hadn't been a dream after all, she realized. "Good morning, sexy." he said striding toward her. "I left the shower running so that you could freshen up before we went to breakfast." He leaned over and kissed her on the lips lightly, one hand running down her back and over her full bare ass. Aimee, still in shock, just looked up at him dumbfounded. He grinned and put one hand flat on her back and pushed her gently in the direction of the bathroom. "Shower gorgeous, then I'll take you to get some food. I know after last night, I'm starving." He winked at her and slapped her lightly on the ass before walking out of the room. Aimee grabbed her clothes and darted into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind her. She leaned against the sink and stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her hair was wild and tangled around her face which was as white as a sheet. Her full lips were even fuller because of the sucking and kissing that had went on all night. Her neck was bruised slightly, and a tremor ran through her naked body as the memory of his biting flashed through her mind. Finally, she climbed into the steamy shower and stood under the pulsating water, wondering what to do next. Fifteen minutes later, she heard him knocking at the door of the bathroom, asking her if she was alright. "Yes," she called out, reaching down to turn off the shower. "I'll be right out." She climbed out of the tub and wrapped the large towel that he had laid on the sink around her body. She looked at her dress and heels and realized that she couldn't put them on if he was planning on taking her to breakfast. She'd look like a hooker. That was a perfect excuse to get out of it she told herself. Opening the door, she was once again shocked at the view. The man who's name she didn't even know was standing with his back to her, pulling on sweats. His perfect, chocolate coated ass was all she could see. He stood up and turned around, sliding the red sweats up over his ass, catching her staring. Grinning, he walked over to her and pulled her towel clad body against his. "Like what you see?" he asked, leaning down to nibble on her neck. Aimee pulled away and eased her body around his. "I can't go to breakfast with you," she said. "I can't wear this dress to a restaraunt. What will people think?" He smiled and then went to his closet. He pulled out a pair of white sweat pants and a matching hoody. "These are my sister's," he stated, tossing the clothes on the bed. "You can wear that. And I think she left her Adidas over here too. Put that on." When he saw Aimee's hesitation he crossed the room and once again pulled her against him. "What's wrong?" he asked, his big hands sliding down to cup her ass through the towel. "Don't wanna be seen with a brotha?" He asked the question half jokingly, but Aimee caught the serious edge to the question. "It's not that," she started to say, but he didn't let her finish. Instead he pressed his lips to hers and began kissing her slowly. At the same time, he guided her back toward the bed. Aimee felt the backs of her knees hit the edge of the mattress and she stumbled a bit, losing her grip on the towel. Marc took the opportunity to pull the towel away from her body and toss it onto the floor. He ran his hands up and down her body, stroking her ass, up over her back, and then down around her breasts, carressing them lightly. Her nipples stiffened under his palms, and he moved his lips down from her mouth to take one erect nipple into his mouth. Aimee moaned at the feeling of his wet tongue lapping at her breasts. His hand was kneading the other breast and she was almost unable to breath. Marc pushed gently on her shoulders until she was sitting on the edge of the bed. "You remember this?" he asked as he knelt in front of her. Instead of being gentle this time, he grasped her knees and pulled her legs apart roughly. He slid his hands under her knees and pushed her legs up toward her shoulders, her pussy blossoming before him like some exotic flower. Aimee blushed as she felt herself so exposed to his gaze, but she felt no desire to fight back. As a matter of fact, a weird thing was happening. She could feel her pussy getting wet. Marc bent his head and buried his mouth in her open pussy, his lips wrapping around her clit and sucking. Aimee screamed at the feeling and her hips bucked off the bed and pressed her sopping pussy into his face. Marc licked, and sucked, and nibbled on her clit, sliding two fingers deep inside of her, feeling how wet she was as her pussy closed around his fingers. Aimee moaned and pulled the sheet into her mouth, biting on it to keep from screaming again. She'd never felt anything like this in her life. The feeling of his mouth on her clit and two of his long fingers inside her was unbearable. Just as she was about to come, she felt everything stop at once. She cried out in frustration and pushed her hips back up toward his face. "No no," he said, "I wanna do something different." With that he grabbed her by her hips and flipped her onto her stomach. Using the backs of her thighs, he pushed her onto her knees, so that her face was buried in the mattress and her perfect ass and dripping snatch were right in front of his face. Aimee moaned in embarrassment at the open position, but the moan turned into a groan of pleasure as his face once again buried itself in her pussy, this time from behind. Marc held onto her thighs as he licked her pussy from the back. Her cum dripped onto his tongue and then down his chin. This girl is a real creamer, he thought to himself, as he lapped at her wetness. He pushed her thighs apart a bit more and slid his tongue along her slit, flicking over her clit. Aimee gasped and pushed her ass back onto his face, wanting to feel his tongue on her clit again. He obliged and licked her clit over and over again. He slid two fingers back inside of her and began pumping them in and out as he sucked on her clit. Aimee began moaning louder, her movements becoming more frantic as the orgasm approached. Marc moved his face up and slid his tongue along her slit, over the place where his fingers disappeared inside of her, and up into the crack of her ass. Aimee trembled as she felt for the first time a tongue pressing against her anus. She cried out as his wet tongue licked her asshole while his fingers pushed deep and hard inside of her. She wailed out as her orgasm crashed over her. He felt her pussy pulsing against his fingers as her come splashed out of her pussy and over his hands. With that, Marc stood up and ripped his sweat pants off, his hard cock springing out and slapping against her thighs. He guided it into her soaking pussy and shoved hard, the whole 10 inch shaft filling her tight, hot cunt in one thrust. Aimee tightened her pussy walls around the thickness inside her and came again. Marc groaned and grabbed her hips, beginning to thrust in and out of her forcefully. He watched as his shiny black cock slid in and out of her tight white pussy. It wasn't long until Aimee was pushing her ass back at him wanting to feel every inch she could. Marc smiled and stopped moving, letting her do the work. He loved the way her ass jiggled as it slapped against his thighs, his cock buried up to the hilt inside her. He leaned forward and grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her up onto her hands. "You like this?" he asked as she pushed her ass more frantically against him. "Mmmm hmmm..." she moaned out, loving the feeling of his dick inside her and her hair being pulled. "Say it. Tell me how much you like this big black dick inside of you. Tell me." Aimee hesitated, but when she felt him pulling out, she cried, "I love it, I love it! I love your big black cock inside of me. Don't take it out, please don't!" "That's better, " he responded, and began pounding into her for all he was worth. Aimee felt it happening again and started whimpering, muttering under her breath, "I want that cock, give me that big black dick!" Marc couldn't handle hearing the little white girl crying out for his dick and he began coming inside of her. When Aimee felt his dick throbbing inside of her, and the hot cum splashing off the walls of her pussy, she began to come too. They both came together and then slumped in a sweaty pile on the bed, his muscular chocolate body on top of her thick, white one. He wrapped his arms around her again and pulled her back against his chest. Pressing his face against her sweaty back, he said, "I think we're gonna have to shower again." To be continued...... The After Party Ch. 03 Marc rolled over onto his back and sat up. He looked down at Aimee who was laying with her fingers still curled in the sheets and her face hidden from his view. Her back was glistening with sweat and he ran a finger down her spine and over her ass. She shivered and twisted away from him, moving closer to the edge of the bed. He frowned and put his hands around her waist, pulling her back against him again. "Whats wrong babygirl?" he asked tucking her hair behind her ear, trying to glimpse her face. "Nothing," she whispered, still not looking at him. "Don't lie sweetie, I can tell something's on your mind. Let me know what it is so I can help." She jerked away from his grip and wrapped the sheet angrily around her naked body. "I don't know you! That's what the problem is! I don't have a fucking clue who you are or where I am! So why am I having sex with you? It doesn't make any sense at all!" Aimee started sobbing, burying her face in her knees which she had pulled up against her chest. Marc watched her, astounded. He had known that she was drunk last night, but hell, he thought that she'd at least know his name. He slid up the bed so that he was sitting next to her. Carefully, he drew her into his arms, allowing her to cry against his bare shoulder. "Girl, it's ok, I promise. I'd never hurt you. I didn't realize you didn't know who I was. We met last night. My name is Marc. You're friends know where you are. I talked to them this morning and told them I'd take you home soon. Trust me, please. I'd never harm you in any way. I've been enjoying your company, that's all. I just want to get to know you a little more. Sorry if I came on too strongly but you're gorgeous and seemed as if you wanted me too. I wasn't aware that you were so tore up that you wouldn't remember me in the morning. Forgive me?" he asked, using one finger to lift her face to his. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying. He wiped the tears off her cheeks and kissed her nose softly. Aimee pushed her hair off of her face and looked at him. He seemed so nice, and he was definitely attractive. But what was she doing sleeping with someone she'd met in a bar only last night? She wouldn't even sleep with her fiance. When Keith's face entered her mind, she gasped and tried to remember what exactly had happened last night. She glanced down at her empty ring finger and swallowed, the fight and break up finally entering her mind. "Shit." she muttered, "Shit, shit shit." "What now? Are you still freaked out? I'll take you home right now if you want, Aimee. I promise. Just let me know what's up." Aimee glanced up at this sexy man in front of her and decided that he was just what she needed right now. Fuck what Keith would think, and fuck what her arrogant father would think. It was time she began thinking for herself, and this seemed as good a starting point as any. She smiled at him and said, "No, Marc, it's ok. I'm sorry I flipped out like I did. I just got scared. Last night is coming back to me. I want you to know though, that I don't do what I did last night EVER. I was engaged until yesterday and last night was the first time I'd ever had any alcohol. I guess I got carried away." "Oh, I see," he said, an edge coming into his voice. "So I'm the rebound, is that it? Think fucking a black man will get your boyfriend back for you?" He got out of the bed, grabbing his sweats from the floor and jerking them on. He started for the door of the bedroom, saying over his shoulder, "Just get dressed. I'll take you home now. This way you can tell your little fiance what happened and he can beg you back. I can't....." "No, Marc, it's not that at all." Aimee interrupted, causing him to stop. He turned around and saw that she was kneeling in the center of the bed, the sheet she'd covered herself with lying on the carpet nearby. His mouth opened as he took in her supple body, the breasts heavy but firm, her nipples standing at attention. Her waist curved in and her belly was slightly rounded, giving her a soft womanly look. Her pussy was bald, its lips fat and already a bit wet. Heaven was waiting for him there and he wanted another taste. He moved back to the bed and crawled onto it, his large hands wrapping themselves around her tight thighs, his mouth kissing her belly gently. She placed her hands on his head, and whispered, "I don't know what you've done to me, but I'm different. All I can think about is what we did and how much I want to do it again, over and over. I've never felt this way. My body won't stop tingling and I can't seem to stop staring at you. I want you more than I've ever thought I could want someone. My ex fiance never made me feel like this....like, like I'm on fire from the inside." Marc sighed and slid one hand up her thigh to her pussy. His finger grazed the slit, feeling how wet she was already. Aimee spread her legs farther and he dipped his finger in deeper, coating it with her fragrant juices. He looked up at her as he sucked his finger clean. She moaned and took his finger from his mouth, placing it back on her cunt. "Touch me again," she whispered, rolling her hips against his hand. He obliged and slid his first two fingers inside of her, feeling her clamp tightly around him. He rolled onto his back and slid underneath her, so that her cleanly shaven mound was above his face. He grabbed her ass in both his hands and pulled her onto his face. Aimee cried out as her pussy made contact with his tongue. It curled inside of her and then moved up to her clitoris, swirling around it. She pressed her hips down onto his mouth and leaned forward onto her hands. When she saw the head of his dick slowly appearing above the waistband of his sweats, she couldn't resist. Pushing at his pants, she freed his cock. It sprang out of confinement and slapped up against his stomach. He growled into her cunt as he felt her mouth close over the head of his dick . Her tongue matched the movements of his as she wrapped it around his shaft, sucking on the head as he sucked on her clit. He gripped her asscheeks in his hands and buried his mouth deep inside of her soaked cunt. She tasted so good as he licked around her clit and then slid his tongue back inside of her. Aimee had her hands on his thighs, her mouth working to take more of him inside. He could feel her tongue working on the underside of his cock, and her full lips stretched to capacity as she worked to get all of him in. Finally, he felt his head brush her throat. He groaned and slid two of his fingers deep inside of her again while sucking hard on her hard little button. For being so innocent, the girl sure knew how to suck a dick, he thought to himself, starting to thrust slowly up into her mouth. She gagged a bit as he began fucking her mouth, but she held onto his thighs and worked on matching his rhythm. She tried to ignore the burning in her pussy as she concentrated on sucking him as best she could. She'd never done it before, but the pornos she'd seen with Keith had taught her a little bit. Apparently she was doing quite well because she could hear and feel Marc moaning into her cunt as he ate her. A movement to her right caught her eye and she almost panicked until she realized it was their reflection in the mirror. She looked again, never letting up on his cock, and was amazed at how beautiful they looked. Her alabaster body contrasted with his dark ebony color. His huge black hand was cupping her ass, looking like a chocolate starfish on her cheek. His face couldn't be seen, but her thighs against his cheeks was as sexy as anything she'd ever seen. She could even see his thick shiny black shaft slipping in and out of her pouty red lips. Her mouth was stretched as he pushed up into her. At the sight of them together, Aimee began to come, her thighs clamping around his head and her cum flowing from her pussy and down over his lips and chin. Marc groaned and sucked at her hole, swallowing the come as it filled his mouth. When he felt her stop trembling he concentrated on only kissing her pussy lightly around the edges, wanting to fully enjoy the feeling of her hot mouth around his engorged cock. Her nails dug into his ass as she began slurping on his shaft furiously. Her saliva ran down his black dick making it easier and easier for him to push in and out of her mouth. He now turned his head to watch as the hot white girl on top of him sucked him off. His cock began throbbing as he saw how her cheeks would suck in and then bulge out as he fucked her face. He put his feet on the bed so that his knees were bent and began thrusting up harder and harder. The head of his dick went deeper into her throat with each push and the feeling was un-fucking-believable. Her little hands came up and wrapped around his shaft, jerking him into her mouth as her tongue swirled and licked him all over. He cried out her name and thrust one last time his come shooting out and filling her mouth. Aimee was shocked at first when his hot load filled her mouth to overflowing but before she could think, she swallowed it down. It was followed by another and then another blast, which she gulped as well. It didn't really taste as bad as she had thought it would. She lifted her head from his dick and licked off the extra drops of come still coating it. He moaned and kissed her clit one more time, before sliding out from under her. Aimee turned on her knees to face him and he almost came again when he saw the white cum still clinging to her pouty lips. Her tongue flicked out and licked them up, and she smiled at him. He grabbed her waist and pulled her up against his body, hugging her tightly to his chest. "Now, how bout that shower and breakfast?" he asked, playfully slapping her ass. She nodded and jumped out of the bed, her rounded buttocks jiggling slightly as she ran to the bathroom. He stayed in bed as he heard the shower turn on. A minute later, her adorable face popped around the corner of the doorframe. "You coming or not?" she asked, smiling shyly. "You don't have to ask me twice." he replied, slipping out of the bed and heading in her direction. "You definitely don't have to ask twice." The After Party Ch. 04 Marc followed Aimee into the bathroom. He saw her pert ass disappear behind the shower curtain and he smiled as he thought about the next position he wanted to try. Pushing back the black curtain, he stepped into the tub and smiled down at the pretty white girl standing underneath the spray. She grinned back and held out the bottle of body wash to him. "Wanna wash me?" she said, almost whispering it. He just nodded and grabbed the washcloth from the edge of the tub. Aimee turned around, her back and rounded ass almost brushing against his chest. He filled the cloth with the soap and started to massage her shoulders, slowly working his way down to the small of her back. She reached up and pulled her hair over her right shoulder, arching a little under the firm pressure of his hands. Marc moved the wet rag down over her left asscheek, then slid it over to the right one, squeezing the firm flesh gently beneath his palm. Aimee moaned and let her head fall back as his massage worked lower. Now his hands were stroking up and down her thighs, teasing around her the bottom of her ass, making her spread her legs slightly. Easing the wash cloth between her thighs, he casually brushed it over her slit making her tremble beneath his strong hands. Before she could get into it, he dropped to his knees and finished cleansing her legs, running his palm over the muscles in her calves and around her ankles. Marc placed his hands on her hips and turned her around so that his face was level with the smooth skin of her tummy. He kissed her navel and then stood up, rubbing her flesh slowly with the soapy cotton. He washed her neck and then her shoulders. Lifting Aimee's right arm, he soaped it up from shoulder to fingertip, then repeated the process with the left arm. He could feel her shaking beneath his hands as he began soaping her breasts, careful to avoid the erect nipples. Lingering there only long enough to tease, he washed her curved belly and then began on her legs. He ignored her fat little pussy with the cloth, but as he kneeled in front of her to wash her feet, he blew on the lips gently. Above him, Aimee gasped and another tremor passed through her body. She looked down and saw Marc had grown hard from the sensuous cleansing of her body. She gripped his biceps and pulled on him until he was standing tall in front of her. She ran her palms down his chest and gripped his cock in her tiny hands. Looking into his eyes, she began jerking him off slowly, her wet palms sliding up and down his erection. Marc groaned and allowed her to get him close to exploding before stopping her. He put his hands under her arms and lifted her, pressing her back against the tiles of the shower wall. Aimee was shocked for a moment, but then realized what he wanted. She wrapped her shapely legs around his waist and used her thighs to hold on tight. Her hands clutched his upper arms as he positioned himself at her opening. Even in the shower, he could feel how hot and damp she had become. Gripping her gorgeous ass in his hands he pushed into her, his long thick cock seeming to reach deeper than before in this position. Aimee cried out and squeezed herself around him as he began sliding in and out of her gripping pussy. "Mmmmm babygirl, this shit feels so good!" he moaned against her neck as he pumped in and out of her sopping cunt. Her legs tightened around his waist and his fingers dug into the fleshy cheeks of her butt as he fucked her hard. Aimee bit his shoulder as his thrusting intensified, her back and ass sliding up and down against the wall. As she felt herself beginning to come around his dick once again, she began whimpering. "Oh my god, oh my god, god, oooh shit, shit....Marc, oh Marc....I never knew, I never knew!" Hearing and feeling Aimee come set him off and he began releasing into her, his thick come filling her up and then oozing back out as she overflowed. When they both were spent, he held her up against the tiles a little longer, her legs still curled around his waist, her face pressed into his shoulder. He finally pulled out of her slowly, and she moaned as she felt herself become empty. He helped her to stand, holding her tight until she regained her balance. "Damn girl," he said, "I don't know what I'm gonna do with you. We're never getting out of this house!" He laughed and then washed her again, quickly this time, making sure that all signs of the last session were erased. "Go get dressed now Aimee, I'll be out in one minute." She kissed his chest and then stepped out of the shower, wrapping another towel around her body. She left him to finish his shower and went to the bedroom to dress in the sweatsuit he had tossed to her earlier. When he exited the bathroom, she wasn't in the room. He heard her moving around in the kitchen, so he quickly pulled on his jeans and a red Tommy Hilfiger sweatshirt. Sliding his feet into his Timbalands he went to find the beautiful woman who'd already captured not only his body, but his heart as well. Aimee was leaning against his counter, drinking a glass of apple juice. She smiled at him shyly as he entered the room. Offering him the glass, he took it from her and finished drinking the amber liquid. "You ready for breakfast, baby?" he asked, placing the cup in the sink. "Can we go to my girl's house first? I want to let them know I'm ok." "That's cool, lets just go. I'm starving." Marc grabbed her hand, entwining his long fingers with her smaller ones. They left the apartment and he helped her into the car. She gave him directions to her friend Tara's house. Within fifteen minutes, they had pulled up outside of her condo. Aimee took a deep breath and met Marc at the bottom of the stairs leading to Tara's door. She went first, him following behind her as her voluptous ass swayed in front of him. He couldn't resist giving it a small swat as she rang the doorbell. Aimee looked over her shoulder and winked, then turned back around as Tara's door swung open. "Aimee! Where the hell have you been? Dammit, girl, Keith's been calling here all fucking morn...." Tara's harsh voice trailed off as Aimee moved to the side so she could see Marc behind her. "Oh, hi there. Didn't know you were with her. Thanks for bringing her home and showing her a good night. I'm sure we'll see you around." Marc frowned, but before he could say anything, Aimee interjected. "T, I'm not coming to stay. I just wanted to let you know that I'm ok. Marc and I are going to breakfast and I'll call you later on, alright girl?" Tara's eyes opened wide and her mouth dropped as she realized that her friend was serious. "But, Aims, what about Keith? Don't you think you should call him?" "I don't want to talk to him now or ever. And you and I will discuss things later. Right now I'm going to eat. After last night, I'm starving." she retorted, looking at Marc and winking. Tara didn't get the joke, but apparently he did because he leaned over and kissed Aimee on the mouth. Tara gasped and opened her mouth to chastise her friend, but before she could Aimee had turned and was leading Marc back to his Honda. Over her shoulder, she called to Tara, "Tell my dad I'll be over later if he calls, and that I'm ok. Don't you tell him anything else." With that she closed the door of Marc's car and they took off. Tara stared after them for a minute, still unsure if she'd really seen what she thought she had. In the car, Marc stayed silent as he drove them to the diner for breakfast. They went in holding hands, and the hostess glanced at this as she led them to a booth far in the back corner of the dining room. Aimee didn't notice, but Marc took note of the disapproving glances coming from some of the restaurants patrons. Aimee slid into the booth first and Marc followed, pressing his hard thigh against her soft one. She smiled and kissed his cheek as the hostess dropped the menus on the tabletop. She mumbled something under her breath as she strode away. "What did she say?" asked Aimee, frowning in the hostess's direction. "Nothing important babygirl, nothing important." Marc began looking over the menu, his anger barely held in check. Finally the waitress came and took their order, the whole time not meeting either of their gazes. They sat and talked for a minute and then Aimee excused herself to go to the bathroom. Once there she stared at herself in the mirror. She didn't know what was happening to her. Just the other day, if someone had told her that she would be rid of keith and that she'd be having hot sex with a black man, she would have laughed at them. Now, as she looked into her own eyes, she couldn't understand what had changed. Her dad was a racist prick and although he had tried to teach Aimee to be the same, he never quite won her over. But she had never dated an African American either. How her dad would react was something she didn't want to think about. Hell, she thought to herself, he hasn't asked me to "date" him. He's only fucked me. She smiled and then decided that she'd think about this later. As she opened the door to the bathroom, Marc was standing there in front of it. He pushed his way in and then closed the door behind him. Snapping the lock in place, he advanced on her, want burning in his dark eyes. Aimee backed away slowly, wanting him suddenly too, but knowing that they were in a public bathroom and would be heard. She started to say "No Marc we......" but his mouth cut her words off. His lips pressed onto hers as her back ran into the wall. His hands roamed her body freely, grasping her breasts in his palms and squeezing them, causing her to gasp under his kiss. Marc moved his mouth to her neck and suckled gently his teeth biting at her softly. Aimee moaned and let her head fall back, her throat more accessible to him now. He lifted her hoody at the hem and pulled it swiftly over her head. He tossed it behind him, leaving her standing in white sweat pants and a black bra. He licked her cleavage and then quickly sucked a nipple into his mouth through the lace of her bra. Aimee shook as his hands forced the elastic of the sweatpants over her ass, then allowing it to drop to her ankles. She hadn't put her thong back on so now she was bared to him, her pussy wet already. Marc fumbled with the snap of his jeans, finally getting it undone. Holding her shoulder with one hand, he pushed his pants down to his ankles, his hardness springing out, already fully erect. He spun her around and placed her palms on the wall. Using her waist he pulled her backward until she was bent completely over, her hands bracing her against the concrete of the tiny bathroom. He used his feet to kick her legs apart further and she gasped at the roughness. Aimee could feel him sliding the fleshy head of his cock up and down her soaked slit, teasing over her clit. She turned her head and bit her arm as he rammed into her, his dick filling her to capacity. She tried not to call out as he began pumping into her, his hips hitting her ass and causing it to jiggle as he fucked into her at full speed. Aimee could hear their skin slapping together as he kept thrusting harder and harder. She needed to spread her legs farther but the pants around her ankles kept her from it. Her feet moved restlessly, struggling to free her left foot from the tangled sweats. It finally pulled loose and she took the opportunity to place her foot on the edge of the toilet seat, her wet pussy spreading open farther. This allowed him to go in deeper, the head of his cock brushing her cervix as he kept up the punishing rhythm. Marc used one hand to grab her hair and pull it backward. Her mouth let go of her arm and now she had no way to quiet her cries. "Oooh Marc, oh god baby, oh my god, that feels so fucking....so damned good, oh shit!" She called out repeatedly as his shaft slammed home over and over again. "Tell them how much you love this black dick, babygirl. Tell them how much you want it in you." "Oh my god Marc, baby, I want it, I want it, I want that big black dick, baby....Oooooh don't stop giving me that dick, that black dick....oooh shit I'm going to come!" "That's it baby, that's it! Come all over this big black dick, it's yours babygirl, all yours." Marc yelled as Aimee's pussy began spasming around his hard black cock. He placed the palm of his left hand under her raised thigh and lifted it higher, her foot leaving the seat of the commode. Her pussy tightened even more the higher he lifted her leg. She screamed as he began thrusting not only harder but faster. He was close to coming and wanted her to come again with him. He used his right hand to reach around and squeeze her clit, then began rubbing it in time with his thrusts. Immediately she began to come again and so did he, his cock throbbing inside her as he shot off. "Tell me to come inside you baby, tell me you want my black come inside of you." Aimee listened to him and began panting, "I want your come god I want that come, fill me up fill me up, oh god Marc, come in me!" He finally stopped moving his penis slowly softening inside her wet pussy. He slid it out and then let go of her and backed away. She stayed in the bent over position for a minute, and he took the opportunity to stare at her full ass and gaping pussy. His come leaked out slowly and he could see her thighs twitch as it dripped over her clit. Aimee bent over and pulled the sweat pants up over her bare bottom and then turned to face him. Her face was flushed and her hair tangled where he'd pulled it. "Why'd you do that?" she whispered. looking at him in shock. "Was it so that they could hear me?" Marc swallowed and silently handed her shirt to her. He watched as she slipped it on and then stared at him, waiting for an answer. "Yes, it was because of that." he said, glaring at her. "I was sick of their whispers and stares. So I decided to give them what they wanted. A show. I only hope they enjoyed it as much as we did." She grimaced and pushed past him. Flinging the door open she strode out, her head held high as she marched past the tables full of white people. All of them stared at her, most of their expressions unreadable, others full of disgust, anger, and incredulity. She ignored them and left the restaurant, her brisk pace taking her past Marc's car and back up the road toward Tara's place. She glanced once over her shoulder and when she didn't see him following, she stopped. Part of her was glad and told her to keep walking, that he wasn't worth it. But the other half, the sleeping side he had awoken, clamored for her to return to him. Aimee stood in the center of the sidewalk, unable to decide. When she saw the Accord pull out of the parking lot and drive off in the opposite direction, she realized she'd waited too long. Her decision had been made for her. To be continued..... The After Party Ch. 05 As Aimee watched Marc's car disappear around the corner, she stiffened her back and turned in the opposite direction. "Fuck him," she thought to herself, beginning the walk back to Tara's house. "He was a one night stand, so who cares?" But for some reason, she couldn't quite stop her eyes from filling with tears. He had somehow filled her mind and her heart, and what she was feeling was even more than she felt when she was with Keith. That alone was amazing. It only solidified in her mind that she and Keith weren't meant to be. That much was apparent, but what was she to do now? She'd invested so much into her relationship with him that she didn't know where to go from here. Her wedding dress was already hanging in her closet, the church was reserved, and Keith loved her. Some black man that was only good for one night wasn't going to ruin her well planned life. Aimee sighed as she came to the conclusion that maybe one day she'd love Keith as much as he loved her. Marriage wasn't based on love, her mother had told her. The love comes later. First you start with like, trust, and stability. And slowly, the love grows. Keith definitely had the stability down. That was the main reason Aimee's parents were so excited about the upcoming wedding. He had already graduated with his law degree and now had a prestigious law firm awaiting his return from their honeymoon. As Aimee trudged up the stairs leading to her best friends apartment, she decided that she'd call Keith immediately and work this out. But first she had to let Tara know what was going on, and swear her to secrecy. No one else needed to know what had happened between her and Marc. And Marc definitely wouldn't be around again to ruin her life. Tara answered after her first knock, and smiled uneasily at her. She held the door open silently, and Aimee stepped inside, not saying a word. Her embarrassment was apparent enough and Tara, being the good friend she was, wouldn't even bring it up. Aimee knew this and was grateful for it. Tara hugged her friend and then they went into the living room where they talked. Aimee explained everything and Tara swore to keep the secret. The other girls thought Aimee had come back to her apartment the night before, and thats how it was to stay. After their hour long discussion, Tara silently handed the cordless to Aimee and slipped out of the room to give her best friend some privacy. Aimee swallowed and dialed Keith's number. He picked up on the first ring, his voice frantic with worry. "It's me." Aimee said, closing her eyes as she took the first step into her new life. Keith showed up 10 minutes later and Aimee left with him. He had hugged her tightly as soon as he entered Tara's apartment, his tears soaking her sweatshirt. He didn't even question her odd outfit, something they both knew she would never wear. He was so loving and accepting, and Aimee questioned what she ever saw in Marc. She resolved to give Keith the best of her and swore to never mess up again. When they arrived back at Aimee's condo, Keith pushed her back onto her couch and began frantically covering her face with kisses. His thin lips were dry and she closed her eyes, enduring his sloppy way of showing her he loved her. His hands slid under her hoody and cupped her breasts, squeezing them much too hard. She hissed and tried to pull away from him, but he refused to let go. He struggled to jerk her top off and she finally convinced him to let her do it. Aimee dropped the sweatshirt onto the floor and leaned back, her breasts falling out of her black bra from Keith's manhandling. He grasped the material and yanked, causing the straps to rip and her breasts to be fully exposed. Aimee gasped and tried to sit up, but he was on her quickly, his mouth sucking at her nipples, his teeth biting everywhere he could find. "Keith, please! Baby, slow down, be gentle." she said, pushing on his shoulders as he gnawed at her flesh. "Why?" he said against her stomach, "You let that nigger fuck you, why can't I?" Aimee gasped and shoved as hard as she could, causing him to lose his balance and fall backward off the couch. "What did you just say?" she yelled, looking down at him with contempt. "I'm not stupid Aimee. Fuck girl, you know that Cari called me the moment she got home. She's my cousin for God's sake. She told me you left with some, some...damned nigger! What the hell were you thinking Aimee? You having some jungle fever? You never let me touch you, but you let him fuck you? Why?" Aimee stared at Keith, amazed at this new side of him. "What makes you think I fucked him? Was Cari there, Keith? You're going to take her word over your fiancee's?" "I can smell him on you, Aimee. His stench is all over your skin. And so I decided that if he got to fuck, that I, being your FIANCE and all, should at least get what he got. Hell, I should get more. And if you won't give it, then I'll take it." With that he pounced on her, his much stronger body holding her to the couch. He grasped her neck with one hand and used the other to rip her sweatpants down. Aimee fought, but it was futile. Keith was much more muscular and outweighed her by a good 50 pounds. She was definitely no match for her out of control fiance. She cried silently as he shoved her thighs apart and pushed two of his fingers inside her. "Did he do this to you?" he growled as he finger fucked her roughly. His left hand fumbled with the snap of his jeans and he pushed them down over his hips, his thin 6 inch erection springing out. Before she could stop him, he had thrust forward and buried his cock inside of her. Aimee began crying harder as he fucked her brutally, his penis jabbing faster and faster into her. Finally, a minute or so after he started, he was finished. He cried out as he came inside her, his fingers digging deep into her breasts as he shot off. When he was finished, he rolled off the couch onto the floor and lay there, eyes closed. "That was fucking incredible Aimee. Now that we're even, we can forget about last night and what just happened. Nobody has to know about either of them, and we'll get married as planned." He sat up and stuffed his penis back into his briefs, and then zipped his jeans up. Keith stood and looked down at Aimee, who was curled into the fetal position on her couch, her body shaking with sobs. "Come on now, Aimee. I know you liked it. You let him fuck you, I know that your a whore. Just admit it, I'll still marry you. You'll just have to learn to be MY whore." With that he slapped her ass and left, leaving her crying on the couch. When she was sure he was gone, she ran to the front door and snapped the lock and turned the deadbolt. Still crying she took her sore body into the bathroom and turned the shower on as hot as she could stand it. Easing under the steaming spray, she scrubbed her skin until it was red, and stinging. When she couldn't stand it anymore, she turned off the water and stepped out of the tub, wrapping her body in a large towel. She went to her bedroom and curled up in the middle of her bed, and cried herself to sleep. When Aimee awoke it was already dark. She lay in her bed, still not believing what Keith had done to her. She made herself get up and get dressed. She'd go to Tara and see what she thought she should do. Aimee slipped on her favorite jeans and a light sweater. After lacing her cross trainers, she grabbed her keys and headed to Tara's. She was so consumed by what happened, she didn't even notice the Honda sitting alongside the curb in front of Tara's apartment building. Aimee ran up the steps and pounded on the front door. When Tara didn't immediately respond, she beat on it harder. Finally, the door swung inward and Aimee burst into tears when she saw her best friend. "Keith raped me!" she cried stumbling into Tara's arms. Aimee clutched her friend like she was drowning, and Tara almost fell over as Aimee threw herself at her. "What? What did you say?" Tara asked, pushing her friend away a little, and holding her by her upper arms. "I said Keith raped me. He got me home and then pushed me on the couch and fuc..fucked me! I told him no, but he he he wouldn't listen! He said that if I could fuck a nigger that I could fuck him!" Aimee moaned and began to cry harder. Tara stood there, astounded as her friend cried against her chest. When she heard footsteps behind her, she turned and saw Marc had come into the foyer to see what all the noise was about. When Aimee heard the footsteps as well, she lifted her head and her bloodshot eyes met Marc's. Her mouth dropped open and her sobs stopped. She moved her gaze back and forth from Tara's face to Marc's. "What the...?" she began, but Tara stopped her. "He came by looking for you, A. You didn't give him your number and when you left the diner, he didn't come after you because..." Marc interrupted by pulling Tara away from Aimee and taking her into his arms instead. "Thats not important right now," he said, pushing Aimee's hair out of her face. "Did you say someone raped you?" Aimee swallowed and nodded, still unsure why Marc was here, but for some reason she felt so much better knowing he was. His eyes were full of caring as he led her into the living room and sat her on the couch. "Tell me about it." he stated, crouching in front of her, his hands slowly rubbing her much smaller one between his. Aimee began talking and didn't stop until the whole story was out. She'd began to cry again somewhere in the middle, but she didn't know when. By the time she had finished talking, Marc's eyes had grown cold and angry. "Where is he now?" he asked. "I don't know," she began, biting her lip. "Probably at home." Marc stood up and pulled Aimee up with him. "Come with me. We'll go take care of this right now." He led her to the hallway, brushing past Tara without even a glance. Tara followed after them but didn't say anything at all. She knew it couldn't be good that Marc was going to go to Keith's house, but damned if she was going to stop him. Keith had violated Aimee and if Marc was going to take care of it, then so be it. Marc helped Aimee into the passenger side of his Accord and then buckled himself in. "Tell me where he lives." he said, his voice leaving no room for argument. Aimee gave him the directions and he drove silently there. Aimee clenched her fists in her lap, and stared out the window, trying to keep her mind off what was about to come. When they pulled up in front of Keith's townhouse, Aimee led Marc to the door that was Keith's. He knocked on it lightly, one finger pressed over the peephole. "When he asks who it is," he said, "tell him it's you and that you forgive him." Aimee nodded and sure enough, she heard Keith's voice. "It's me, Keith. I'm sorry about earlier. I don't know what came over me last night. I want to talk about it. Can I come in?" They heard him laugh and the snapping of locks on his door. "I knew I could give it to you better than that nigger, Aims. I knew you'd be back as so....."Keith's voice died as his door crashed open, knocking him backward into the living room. He fell onto his back and stared up at the angry man towering over him. "Nigger huh?" Marc snarled, reaching down and grasping Keith's shirt in his fist. He jerked him up and slammed him against the nearest wall, making Keith's head bounce off the plaster. Aimee closed the door behind her and thumbed the lock. She didn't believe in violence, but this time, she might have to turn her head. Marc held Keith up against the wall. He was a lot shorter than Marc so his toes barely brushed the carpet as Marc held him at eye level. "I don't care what you think of me," he spat, staring Keith directly in the eyes. "But you raped a woman, and I do care about that." Before Keith could respond, Marc drew back his fist and punched him in the jaw. Keith's head snapped to the side and he cried out as Marc's second punch landed. Marc hit him three more times and then let go of his shirt. Keith slid to the floor in a heap, holding his bleeding face with one hand while the other scrambled to pull him away. "Get out of my house!" he screamed, his words slurring as he spoke around his broken jaw. Marc smiled, but there was nothing nice at all to be said about this smile. He knelt down by Keith's head and grinned as he flinched. Marc grasped his shirt in his fist again, and whispered, "You come near her again, you'll have more to worry about than me messing up your pretty face. Us "niggers" stick together, and trust me, there are more of us than you care to know about." He let go of Keith's shirt and then stood up. Aimee was pressed against the door, watching with wide eyes as Keith moaned and wiped his face on his now bloody polo shirt. When Keith's eyes met hers, he seemed to be pleading for help. Aimee looked at him for a moment and then slowly turned her back. She opened the door and stepped outside, Marc following close behind her. They went to his car in silence and didn't say a word to each other until he was pulling up in front of his apartment. When he shut off the car, he turned in his seat to look at her. "Are you okay, Aimee?" he asked tenderly, reaching out with one hand to stroke her cheek. She turned to him and nodded, a small smile flitting across her lips. "Thank you." she whispered, before leaning over and kissing him gently on the mouth. He cupped her head with his hand and began kissing her deeply, his tongue swirling around hers. He sucked her lower lip into his mouth and smiled when he heard her moan. Finally he broke the kiss and unbuckled her seatbelt. "Will you stay the night again?" he asked, his hand resting on her thigh. She nodded and smiled again, this time blushing slightly. They entered his apartment, and once inside, Aimee turned and pressed her body against his. "Thank you again. No one has ever done something like that for me before." "What? No one's beat someone down for you?" he said, laughing as she blushed. "I don't mean that. I mean taken up for me like that. Not even Keith." "Well Keith's a coward. And I don't even think we have to worry bout him going to the police. Trust me, I know his type. Chickenshit men that rape women will never go to the police. But enough about that. What do you want to do?" Amazingly enough, she answered, "You." She pushed him against the wall and stood on her tiptoes to press a kiss against his neck. He groaned and cupped her ass in his big hands, lifting her up. Her thighs wrapped around his waist and he carried her toward the bedroom, but she stopped him. "I can't wait. Here...now." He didn't hesitate as he leaned over and set her on the bar dividing his living room from the kitchen. Aimee quickly slipped her sweater over her head and dropped it onto the countertop. Marc cupped her breasts in his hands and licked the tops of them, then slowly sucked her nipples through the sheer material of her bra. She arched her back and began unsnapping her jeans, unable to wait any longer. He followed her lead and stepped away, stripping off his shirt and then his jeans and boxers. His cock was already hard and jutted out from his thighs. Aimee pushed her jeans off onto the floor and her panties followed after. Marc couldn't believe the difference in the girl as she drew her heels up onto the countertop, causing her pussy to spread before him. "Would you do that to me again?" she whispered, her face flushing. "Do what?" he whispered back, pretending he didn't know. "You know, with your mouth." He could tell how much it was taking for her to ask and he felt his heart skip at the complete innocence in which she asked. He smiled and leaned over her without answering. He slid one finger down over her slit, feeling how wet she was already. Aimee moaned and let her head fall back, her hands still holding her legs up. He crouched a little in front of the bar and pushed his face between her spread thighs. His tongue slid out and swirled around her clit, and as she arched her back a little, he began sucking on her hard little button. Hearing her beginning to whimper, he eased two fingers inside of her and began pumping them in rhythm with his tongue. Aimee cried out and lifted her ass up from the counter a bit, trying to get more of her pussy into his mouth. She let go of her knees, and placed her elbows behind her, so that she was propped up. Marc used one hand to hold her thigh up and she eased the other leg over his shoulder. He licked her pussy from top to bottom, flicking over her clit and then dipping down into her wet hole. Aimee hissed and spread her legs wider finally just laying back on the counter top so that she could use her hands to hold her legs up against her chest, giving him the most access to her cunt. He buried his face in her fragrant pussy and began eating her for all he was worth. She screamed and whimpered as his tongue worked magic on her body. Finally, when she was about to come, he pulled away and stood up. She protested, but it died quickly as he slid his throbbing cock into her soaked pussy. He gripped her hips and pulled her to the edge of the bar, her ass hanging over the edge a little. Marc began thrusting into her, his hips making a slapping sound as he fucked her hard and fast. Her pussy was so wet he could hear the squishing noises she was making as his cock was shoved into her over and over. Aimee started moaning, calling his name on every thrust. "Oh god, Marc, oh baby, oh Marc, that shit, oh that oh Marc, ooooh my god, baby, oh don't stop don't stop don't stop stop don't..." Her words become unintelligible as she began to come, her tight hot pussy spasming around his thick, black, 10 inch shaft. Marc loved to look down as he thrust into her, watching his ebony pole being swallowed by her grasping white cunt was fucking amazing. And feeling her come on him made it all the better. When he felt her pussy start to slow down, he began asking, "I want to come baby, where do you want me to come? Babygirl, where do you want it?" Aimee whimpered and told him she didn't care. "Can I come on you, baby, can I? Can I shoot onto your pretty titties, Aimee?" "Oh yes, oh yeah, Marc, come on me, come on baby, come on my titties." she cried out. He pulled her into a sitting position and then slid his cock out of her, gripping it in his right hand. He began stroking it, aiming it at her chest, She watched amazed as his hand jerked up and down on his thick shaft, his precum oozing out of the fleshy head. Suddenly, he yelled out and a shot of thick white come flew out of his cock, and splattered on Aimee's full round breasts. She gasped at how warm it was but then another shot and another coated her large tits with his come. She looked down at his come dripping from her breasts and smiled, then began rubbing it into her flesh. Marc moaned at this, and then groaned even louder as she licked her fingers clean. "Mmmmm," she moaned, her tongue swirling around her fingers, "you taste good baby." "So do you, Aimee, so do you." He leaned over and kissed her, lifting her off the bar as he did so. Marc carried her into his room and then tucked her into his bed. He brought a warm towel from the bathroom and cleaned her off before climbing in beside her. Marc pulled her into his arms and kissed her forehead. "Marc," she whispered. "Yeah, baby?" "I want to do everything with you. Can you teach me?" Marc smiled and nodded. "Yeah babygirl, we'll do EVERYTHING." "I can't wait." she whispered before falling asleep in his arms.