3 comments/ 20487 views/ 4 favorites Brave Hard Ch. 01 By: mosprophetic Please be patient with this story, like all of my stories it's based on true events. I love it and I'm sure you will too. It' a two part story, so stay tune for part 2. Enjoy! ************************************************* KAITLIN: Its funny how life works, one day I'm just a single Irish girl waiting for my teacher's certification, to ten months later being driven by my father to bailout my fiancé from jail. Ordinarily this could be seen as unfortunate circumstances but on the contrary, I'm really very happy with the outcome. It's just unfortunate that it had to go through these extremes before my father finally accepted my fiancé Let me just explain what all the hoopla is about, my name is Kaitlin McBride and my gorgeous fiancé's name is Tariq Johnson and he is African American. We met eleven months ago and I was three months into my internship. I use to tutor people for their general equivalency diplomas (GED) at the Grand Army Plaza library in Brooklyn. I remember being very angry that day because my supervisor/best friend Sheila told me on the nicest spring day that we were getting a special exception client who will be utilizing the whole Law and Political science wing. This was the most spacious wing of the library and best able to accommodate my class proportion. And now not only did we have to relocate, but because I took on five new students that week, we would have to work in the "Tombs". That's right the Tombs, the lower level of the library where the archives of vintage books and newspapers were stored. And because everything is computerized now, there were boxes of files and records everywhere. There were no windows and the vents were faulty at best which meant cobwebs, dust and the stench of mold. I said "Sheila, I don't know who this "special person" is but they are already on my list. And God forbid if they say one wrong thing to me...." "Now behave your self Kaity" Sheila warned. "Dial down that Irish ire, you don't want to jeopardize your certification." She was right, as always. And I responded with; "True indeed, I must get my temper from me Pa. Well anyway, just keep your royal specialness at bay, especially if I'm being banished to the tombs." "Oh stop fussing Kaity! It's hard to believe you're only 24 as much as you complain. He'll only be here on Mondays and Fridays." She walked over to me and whispered in my ear, "Maybe you need some dick in your life." I gave her my most evil look but it didn't last, we both burst into laughter. It has been a while since I felt the warmth of a man's strong embrace as he ravished me, but I digress, my studies were more important. Besides I live in Bensonhurst where all the guys my age were immature juice heads and insecure momma's boys with no futures. Later that day, while on my coffee break, I sat at the front desk's computer reading a hot story entitled Reckless from the mature section of the Literotica website. Anyway, I was totally engrossed with the plot when suddenly the roar of a motorcycle startled me. Minutes later a shadow approached that projected this silky deep voice. "Excuse me, my name is Tariq Johnson and I'm inquiring about the arrangement for the Law and Political Science section. I was told to ask for Ms. Sheila Atkins, would that be you Ma'am?" Yes, his royal specialness him self standing before me. Damn, I was too horny from reading to be rude, plus the tone of his voice had me on the verge. I crossed my legs tightly, clinching with all my might with my head down. And instead of standing up and yelling "Do I look like a 5'10'' black woman to you?" all I could squeak out was "No Sir, She will be with you shortly." When I finally raised my head to see who possessed that magnificent voice, my mouth dropped. Oh my God! This man was a giant Nubian God wrapped beautifully in his black leather motorcycle jacket, blue jeans with black leather chaps on top. Everything about him screamed badass; from his black bandana tied around his shoulder length dread locks to his two tear drop tattoos under his left eye. Even his well trimmed facial scruff was sexy. I was still staring well after Sheila approached the desk to receive him. She put her hand under my chin to close my mouth and whispered in my ear "It's impolite to stare." And then she said out loud, I think to antagonize me, "Don't you have class to give?" That's when I walked away and mumbled something with the word bitch at the end of it. She laughed and said "I heard that!" Weeks would pass and my fascination for this man seemed to have grown without bounds despite my anger for my displacement. I began to look forward to his arrivals so I could watch him and play over in my mind the things I would do to him. I would find myself at times locked away in the lounge on my coffee breaks, finger fucking myself to the vision of his sweet full lips. I never lusted for a man this much before, my pussy yearned for this man and we only exchanged hellos and smiles. All I knew about him was what Sheila told me, but I wanted more, I wanted him. One day Sheila snuck up on me while I was hiding behind a bookshelf spying on him studying. "Kaity girl, it's obvious you like him, why don't you just go over there and say something to him instead of being a creepy little stalker?" She teased. "Shhh! No way!" I whispered." I wouldn't know what to say, I mean look at him, he so gorgeous. Besides I never been with a black guy before, my parents are very old fashion about these things." Sheila gave me her stern bitch please look and said: "Listen, as long as you're happy and he's treating you right it shouldn't matter what color the guy is, unless it matters to you. Does it matter to you Kaity?" "Of course not, don't be ridiculous!" I whispered dismissively. "I must admit he makes me extremely nervous. What if I make a fool of myself?" That's when she said: "Well you're never gonna know hiding back here!" And in that instance that heifer forcefully pushed me into the room. I turned to her with the look of horror and utter disbelief while she insistently urged me to speak to him. Just as I was about to quietly walk out; his deep silky voice filled the room: "My, my, my, now what have I done to deserve such a lovely guest?" In my nervous rush to think of a logical response other than; I would love to spend the night tracing your muscles with my tongue. I cleverly said; "I, I, um I'm so sorry. Coffee, store I'm going, um, can I give you some? I mean get you some coffee." A smile came across his face at my unraveling and he responded: "Kaitlin? It is Kaitlin right? No, I don't need any coffee, but I could use some company. Come sit with me, don't be shy." Needless to say I reluctantly obliged and slowly made my way to the chair across from him, gushing from ear to ear. He was gentlemanly, inquisitive and very attentive with me. We spoke for almost an hour before I realized that he wasn't being very forth coming. I told him everything about me, my father (Robert) being a retired policeman turned Irish pub owner and my two older over protective brothers (Bobby Jr and Liam). But all he would tell me was that he lived in Brooklyn all his life and that he was Prelaw, majoring in criminal law. It didn't matter what he said, I would've listen to anything that came out of his mouth. That day we became fast friends with an unstated agreement of playful flirting and sexual innuendos on the side, I'm such a slut, oh my god! We also coordinated our breaks so that the days he was schedule to be there, we could spend more time with each other. After two long months, while we were enjoying lunch he finally mustered up the courage to ask: "So Kaitlin, when are you going to allow me to take you on a real date? I have a friend who's sitting on a pair of tickets for a Rihanna concert this Friday at the Nassau coliseum and I would love it if you would accompany me." And I responded "I don't know, would you tell me everything there is to know about you on this date Mr. Mystery Man?" To his response: "My life would be an open book." I was seconds from telling him yes when my reality hit me. The memories of my father's racial jokes, his stories of being on the force and his experiences with black people permeated my thoughts. "I'm so sorry Tariq, I'm afraid that's not possible. I shouldn't have let it get this far. I'm sorry, you're a nice man but I can't date anyone right now." My heart dropped as the words left my mouth. But it was as if the light left Tariq's face and the awkward tension began to rise. He walked away saying: "No problem Love, maybe another time. I have to go study; I'll talk to you later" I felt like shit the whole day and naturally he avoided me like the plague. When Sheila found out what happened, I felt the breeze of her cold shoulder for the rest of the week. I can't believe I let my family's small mindedness hinder my happiness. I was foolish but come Friday when I see Tariq, I'm going to take him up on his offer. That Friday I came in extra early looking good in my tight black D&G skirt and lavender blouse hoping to impress. But my arrival was met with a figurative gut punch. Sheila and Tariq were talking and laughing very close to each other outside the library. When he passed her an envelope and she hugged and kissed him on his cheek, I was livid. I remained in the tombs brooding till it was time to leave. While waiting for the bus; it began to pour down rain and in my rush, I forgot my umbrella. I was completely drenched, armed with only my purse for cover when I soon heard the roar of a motorcycle approaching. It was Tariq stopping in front of me; "Aw you poor thing, you're soaked, you're going to catch your death with cold. Come, hop on, let me take you home." He said with a smug smile on his face." "Don't you have a date with your new girlfriend Sheila? Please don't let me delay you." He laughed at me and said: "Look, I don't know what you're talking about, but I know you need to get on this bike before the world catches your peep show." I looked down at my wet clingy blouse and thought; this would happen the one day I chose not to wear a bra. I covered myself and quickly jumped on the back of his motorcycle. "Stop laughing Tariq, it's not funny." But I loved the attention. Like a gentleman he gave me his jacket and helmet and asked where I lived and he braved the elements in his T-shirt. When we arrived he noticed the giant neon McBide sign from my dad's pub. "I see your name is up in lights?" "Yea, we own the building: my apartment is above the pub. Listen; come upstairs out of the rain. I'll dry your clothes; you can wear my brother's robe and I wont take no for an answer." Reluctantly he acquiesced despite his apprehension to being in my neighborhood. After my shower, I decided I was going wear my peach silk bathrobe that barely covered my pink laced panties. I thought I'll make him think twice about dating Sheila. If he could pass up on my 5'6'', 125 lbs frame that accommodates my 36c-24-36 curves; then he must be gay. I walked in the living room drying my long curly red hair, bending every so often to get a rise. There he was standing there staring at me, looking ridiculous in his boxers and my brother's robe that seemed three sizes too small. Like I said before Tariq is a giant of a man, standing 6'5'' 290 lbs naturally muscular but not cut, sort of built like one of those pro wrestlers. I looked at him and laughed and said; "Come with me into the kitchen, I'll get you something to drink. You do drink beer right?" "Absolutely", he replied. While I was rinsing out a beer mug for him, I felt him leering from behind trying nervously to make small talk. But I knew he was going to get lucky that night; there was no way Sheila was going to get her claws on my man. I reached up to open the cabinet above the sink with the duel purpose of getting a wine glass for myself and giving him a better view of my partially expose ass as my gown rose. He immediately rushed to my aid; "Wait Kaity; let me get that for you." His warm presence as he rubbed against me told the whole story, it consumed me. I closed my eyes and rested my head back onto his chest but after he passed me the glass, he lingered. Taking the queue of my resting head, he ran his fingers through my hair and inhaled the strawberry scent and said; "Mmm Kaity, I like the scent of your hair." I smiled to myself, turned around to face my ebony king and wrapped my arms around his neck when I asked; "I hope that's not all you like?" He moved closer and lowered his face near to mines as if to kiss me and whispered; "I also love how blue your eyes are." "Love huh? Shut up and kiss me." I passionately demanded, to which he had no choice but to acquiesce. His kiss was hypnotically deep, warm and luscious. It felt like my lips sank into the plush richness of his full lips and his thick velvet tongue filled my mouth with his masterful command. A warm tingling sensation rushed through my body vexing my nipples and sending waves of pulses between my legs. I untied my robe, letting it slink off my shoulders and onto the floor. My perky firm breast exposed for his admiration. He lifted me up and sat me on the edge of the sink, took his robe off and untied his dread locks and resumed ravishing me. His thick muscular build read like a tapestry of tribal tattoos across his arms and shoulders solidifying his badass image, so sexy. He gently grabbed my hair, slowly pulling my head back as he made his way down, sensually kissing and sucking my neck and chest. I wrapped my right leg around his waist and held onto to his long locks while I leaned back and shimmied my chest to slap his face with my tits. I was feeling amorously naughty, my body was ablaze, and his enormous hands were wrapped around my upper torso as he devoured me. "Oh my god, mmm, your body is so soft and beautiful." He breathily whispered while licking my nipples bringing them to full form. His full lips clamped firmly, his suction extending them to equal measure as he traded off periodically. Strong currents of sensations flowed in every direction throughout my body from my core. My pussy pulsated thunderously and my panties went from modestly moist to hopelessly drench with cum. I reached behind me to cup my hand under the cold running water then rubbed it across my chest to cool my skin. But each time I repeat the process, Tariq would lick up every drop with his thick silky tongue. My kitty was anxiously aching for relief to the point that I was squirming on the sink's edge. So I grabbed his right hand and guided it between my thighs, held it firmly against my lacey wet crotch and I slowly motioned my hips up and down rubbing my clit on his fingers. He pulled my panties to the side, extended his massive middle finger, breaching my threshold and brushing my clit with his thumb. That manipulation combination of my tits, clit and box was merciless, causing me to slide off the edge of the sink and as my feet hit the floor, his thick long digit slid completely inside me. I gasped, barely able to catch my breath as if my heart skipped a beat. He looked into my eyes with concern then he continued to long finger fuck me at the sight of my recovery. He caressed my face with his left had and slipped his tongue into my panting mouth as he quickened the pace. I reached into the opening of his boxers to stroke his cock and all the rumors and urban legends about the endowment of black men came to mind. But nothing that I could've imagined would've prepared me for that encounter. It was semi erected but it was so thick and heavy and the length was impressive, even at that state. It was so hard to concentrate my concerns on that mammoth when he was rapidly bringing me to climax. He broke his kiss when he felt my body quake and my thighs trembled dramatically. I was on my tippy toes, pushing my pelvis profusely down on his finger aiding my arrival. My shallow breathes were labored, my sighs and moans shivered with pleasure. "You like that huh? Yea, you like that, don't you?" Boasting his rhetorical taunts and licking my bottom lip between jabs. He was very pleased with himself, so cocky but I loved how it turned me on. And although I didn't have to, I felt compelled to answer him; "Ooow yes my king. Oh yes! YES! YES! OH GOD YES!" I reached my summit so abruptly, it felt like my whole body ceased eternally and externally simultaneously. My buttocks clinched tightly and my thighs clamped down, trapping his hand while the convulsions took over me. With his free hand he pinched, pulled and tugged my right nipple, causing tears of ecstasy to run down my face while all hell broke loose. "OH FUCK TARIQ! OH! OH! OOOW SHIT YEA! MMM baby kiss me!" I pleaded. He kissed me and slowly withdrew his cum soaked finger from my wet little pussy and rubbed it on my bottom lip and inserted it in my mouth. I tasted so good at that moment and I wanted to suck it all off his finger but he wouldn't let me and lick the remainder off himself. "Mmm Kaity lady, your taste is intoxicating." "I'm glad you approve my king." He pulled his boxers down; giving me the total appreciation of his freakishly huge cock. It grew harder and bigger as he stroked it and smacked the palm of his free hand with it; like a father with a belt warning his disobedient child of his pending doom. I was frozen with my hand on my head and my mouth gaped open in shock. He pulled the chair out from the kitchen table, sat down and positioned me in front of him. He slowly slinked down my panties while tracing his tongue around and inside my navel. "Ahh, a true redhead I see." He teased as he noticed my neatly trimmed red pubic strip. As he kissed his way to my pelvic region, I grabbed two hands full of his dread locks to steady my trembling hands. He sat back in the chair, spread his legs and stroked his cock. The look in his eyes suggested his desires but I salivated at the thought of his swollen cock exploring my mouth. I kneeled down between his legs and took possession with both hands and caressed it while we kissed. I stroked his shaft and licked the head, moistening it for my consumption. I furiously licked up and down the sides, twirling my tongue around his big beautiful balls and took them into my mouth while his dick leaned across my face. Oh god I love giving him oral sex, my mouth wrapped snuggly around his cock with him holding my head and thrusting his hips. The sounds of my suction and slurping were getting more pronounced as my confidence grew. That tingling sensation that overwhelmed me earlier returned at the sounds of his moans; "Mmm yea girl, suck it. Just like that, ooow yea. SUCK – THAT – DICK!" He demanded, forcing more into my mouth, causing me to gag a little. He stood up watching me struggle to envelope his large member, barely able to accommodate a forth of his goodness. He pulled out and told me to stand up which made me nervous once again, his huge cock was now fully erected. "I want you to lie on the table" he said, and it intrigued me, but ultimately I did as I was told. He then gently pinched and pulled my clit and slid his finger up my slit. He took his wet finger and stuck in my mouth and this time he left it for my enjoyment. He sat back in the chair, pushed my right leg outward and buried his face in my tiny pink cunt. He licked up and down my slit continuously brushing my passageway, flicking his tongue upward ultimately reaching my throbbing clit. His sweet full lips ceased my pleasure button for what seemed like eternity and wouldn't let go as his tongue went on with its assault. Every once in while he showed mercy and eased the pressure for a few seconds and then repeated the onslaught. "OH MY GOD! PLEASE!, PLEASE! Oooow baby... baby. OH! OH! I'M SOOO WET!" I cried. Brave Hard Ch. 01 Then he told me to turn over and get on my hands and knees and again I obliged. I was a little apprehensive being on the table but with him I felt totally safe and courageous. There I was perched with my back arched and ready. From behind he spread my buttocks and slid his tongue deeply into my pussy. "OH GOD! OH GOD!" I yelled initially till the shock subsided. I then spread my knees wide, exposing more of my treat. "MORE! MORE! MORE! Mmm yea baby yea." I pleaded as he consistently careened his fat tongue into my flesh. Puddles of my cum accumulated on the table when he was through. He ran his glorious tongue between my buttocks and continued his ravenous assault on my anus. Twirling licks and paint brushing my anus, awakening every nerve ending, I was felling faint. Finally he grabbed my hips and assisted me off the table and while holding me from behind, he said; "I want to be inside you so badly; I think I'm going to explode." And I could tell; his cock was ragingly hard. "Please not in here, lets go into the living room." I replied with my futile attempt to stall. Instantly nervousness surged through me, I never seen a cock that size before but I didn't want to seem childish. When we reached the living room, I bent down to pull out the futon and his impatience got the better of me when he poked me in the arse with that monstrosity. I turned around and playfully slap it, saying; "Behave!" He moved forward, causing me to stumble and fall back onto the futon. "Don't be mean! Now, here, kiss him and make him feel better," He commanded while making me squirm as he fondled my nipples. I grabbed his toned buttocks and forced his cock deeply into my tiny mouth. My furiously frantic consumption made him draw back, smiled and he hoisted my legs to his shoulders. I grabbed his cock in desperation and said "Ok, ok, ok, let me do it!" I put my feet against his chest to cushion the blow, then I spread my tiny pink kitty with my left hand and with my right, I guided his thick cock's head to my center. He planted his hands on the head of the futon, hovering over me and applied his weight to sink deep into me. I thought I would die when he pierced me, stretching my miniscule circumference beyond measure, but with pain came pleasure. Each beautiful thrust was deeper with flesh ripping agony, and almost instantly it transformed into vibrant waves of ecstasy that kept building inside me. The pressure of his strokes combined with my tightness made his cock grow fatter from the compaction. My feet; that were once a spoiler turned into an enabler with a swing of my legs and locking them firmly around his back. So blissfully deep, his stride was so regal and strong, pounding in every magnificent inch and I couldn't catch my breath "OH, OH GOD! OH GOD!" I was half way off the futon with him holding my arse as he fucked me with demon possessed abandonment. My pussy was pulsating, causing me to tremble uncontrollably; "Mmm yea HARDER! FUCK ME! Oww mmm." I massaged my throbbing clit, oozing streams of cum all over his shaft His eyes rolled in delight from the warm marinade. The contrast of his chocolate skin tone with my reddish pearl complexion sang harmoniously as I watched his recoils and advancements. He pulled out and urged me to turn around on my knees; I did so, leaning off the futon, resting my elbows on the floor to deepening the arch in my back. He climbed onto the futon and positioned himself behind me, where he was greeted by my pretty pink Irish rose on display. His big strong hands smothered my arse cheeks, squeezing and caressing it firmly making me purr. When he rubbed his cock between my labia, my toes curled and my eyes closed in anticipation. Then he slid himself so gloriously deep into my pert tiny mound, recoiled and then plunged his entire mass in me "OOH SWEET BABY JESUS!! AH! AH! AH! AYE! MY GOD!!" I shouted in peril as he pounded away. "YOU LOVE THAT HUH? YEEEA, Don't run from it baby, take it all." He insisted. His ramming pace seemed to increased after every third stroke, pausing periodically to push in the length and slowly slink out and then back to his ram fest. My pussy was in blissful agony, swollen with her juices overflowing. I felt my body spasmed and constrict from within and as the blood rushed to my head from that position, I began to see tiny blue spots. His deep baritone moans and grunts told their own story of his rapture as the force of his strokes weakened. I was gasping for air, my heart was pounding profusely and an overwhelming feeling of euphoria blanketed me. It was all to clear that my orgasm was imamate but never has the sensation been this powerful. I was at my tipping point feeling desperately faint; "AH! OH PLEH! Pleeease." Was the last thing I remember before passing out. The next morning I woke up on the futon in his arms, spooning peacefully. A smile came over my face and the prior night's festivities became evident immediately. My mouth and pussy felt like they went twelve rounds with Mike Tyson. To make things worst, he was sporting a huge morning wood. I needed to get away before he woke up with any ideas, so I slipped away and went to the coffee shop to get us some fresh coffee and beagles for breakfast. When I returned home I could not believe my eyes, my apartment was turned upside down and I could hear yelling from my living room. "Tell me where my daughter is Bob Marley or I'll bash your brains in!" "Stay back old man! I don't know where she is. Just let me get my things and go!" I ran into the living room and saw my oldest brother knocked out on the floor with a baseball bat laid across his chest. Tariq was only in his boxers holding my other brother against the wall with his huge hand wrapped around my brother's neck. My father was across the room wielding his bat and yelling. I ran in screaming; "WAIT! DADDY WAIT! LET ME EXPLAIN!" Brave Hard Ch. 02 There was no other way to describe the scene in my apartment than utter mayhem. My living room was in shambles, one brother on the floor totally incapacitated, the other being choked out by Tariq and me Pa was wielding a baseball bat and shouting obscenities. I had to intervene. I ran in screaming; "WAIT! DADDY WAIT! LET ME EXPLAIN!" It took me twenty minutes of explaining how Tariq brought me home out of the rain on his motorcycle. And his spending the night on the futon was out of necessity while his clothes dried. But the only thing that calmed me Pa down was the U.S. Marine tattoo with the words Semper Fi on Tariq's right forearm. "Were you a Marine Lad? I'm a fellow Jar head; I served in Vietnam, Hoorah!" Me Pa proudly boasted. "Yes Sir, Sgt. First class. I did four tours in Iraq." Tariq responded in kind. "Well come down stairs son, you must be starved. I'll have Maggie make you some breakfast." Me Pa insisted. Tariq put on his clothes and off they went, leaving my brothers and I to clean up my apartment. That Monday I went to the library on my day off with the purpose of apologizing to Tariq and keeping an eye on Sheila. My kitty was still sore from that Friday night and Sheila couldn't help but noticed me limping to the front desk. "Hey girl, isn't this your day off? And why are you limping?" she inquired. "Honey you don't want to know. Have you seen Tariq? Never mind, there he is. I'll be back." Tariq and I joked and laughed reliving the weekend, but the more intimate details seemed to have made things too steamy. That's when Sheila walked in on us kissing; "Oh look at you two love birds. See Tariq, I told you it would work." She boasted with a devilish smile. Apparently that whole episode that Friday with them being all close and touchy feely, was for my benefit, using my quick temper against me. She knew I would react drastically. Hey, what can I say? It worked. As for the envelope he gave her, well it was the Rihanna tickets that were supposed to be for our date but Sheila used them with her fiancé. That night he convinced me to go to his condo with the lure of making me dinner. And while on tour of his beautiful home, lavished in African art and photos of his family and military life, he told me his story. He has a twin brother named Trevor with whom he is very close. They were raised by their aunt after their parents died in a car accident. After high school he joined the marines to put his brother through college and now that Trevor works on Wall Street; he is returning the favor for Tariq. After dinner it was pretty clear to me what he wanted for dessert and I wanted him also, despite the soreness. We stared at each other from across the table long enough. So I stood up and stripped down to my panties and straddled him at his dinning room table. We kissed with a savage passion that rocked the plates on the table. He removed his shirt while I tussled with his belt and the button on his pants. Then he stood up holding me in his arms, my legs wrapped around his waist and we ventured off to the staircase leading up to his bedroom. Halfway up his carpeted stairs, he placed me down to remove his pants, releasing his sweet unbridled beast. I anxiously engulfed him, deep sucking his shaft as he moved the hair from my face to view my work. I wanted to taste every drop of his sweet warm essence in my mouth but my throbbing wet pussy had other plans. "Fuck me baby! Oh God! I want you so deeply inside me." I begged. "Anything for you my Angel." He whispered He sat on the steps next to me and encouraged me to get on top. My enthusiasm betrayed me when I jumped on his lap and slammed my tongue in his mouth. I position his cock to my pleasure box and slowly worked him in. I twirled my hips and gently forced inch after beautiful inch till there was no pain, only euphoria. His embrace was epic, his caresses were amorous, making me so fucking hot and causing me to quicken my stride. "OOW YEA! SHIIIIIT YEA! MMMM I LOVE YOUR BLACK COCK!" He grabbed both of my breasts, squeezed them together and brushed his tongue rapidly across both nipples relentlessly, it drove me nuts. My cum was streaming so much I could hear the splash every time I pound down on his dick. "Oh GOD! I cumming, I cumming, I cumming!" I whined. My left nipple was being sucked semi hard with the flicker of his tongue; he grabbed my waist and rapidly pulled me into his powerful upstrokes. It was so primal, fierce and sexy. His grunts were vibrating through my chest, urging on my orgasm. I leaned way back as that familiar trembling sensation gradually radiated from my depths, bringing me to the most explosive mind blowing orgasm. "OH MY, MY, FUH, FUH FUH, OOOOOH FUH FUUUUCK! OH GOD! TARIQ!" I leaned forward and hugged him tightly, my body shaking and my teeth chattering. He turned me over onto the steps and took over, fucking me with his deep manly thrusts. The intensity in his face warned of his arriving climax. His pistons was at full form and I felt every grove of his dick sliding in then out of me, manipulating my pleasure points till I could hardy blurt out; "Oooow Please don't cum inside me." "OOOH SHIT! UH UH I'M ABOUT TO..." He attempted to yell. He pulled out, stroking his huge cock over me, I sat up to lick his tip in anticipation and SPLASH, streams and streams of sweet cream eruption coated my face and filled my mouth. He grabbed the banister and collapsed before me breathing as I licked his essence off my lips. He kissed up my body reaching my neck and whispered in my ear; "Last one to the shower has to make breakfast." Needless to say I lost that race but I won in other ways. Months went by and it became increasingly clear to me Pa that Tariq and I were dating and getting really serious. He and my brothers really liked Tariq; they would go to sporting events and work on me Pa boat together. But for some reason me Pa couldn't shake his conflict over Tariq's race when it came to his baby girl. The constant ribbing from his old cop cronies didn't help with the matter. Me pa would ask me on occasion; "Kaitlyn, I know you like Tariq and all, but do you think it's wise to get too serious? Mind you don't break your mother's heart." I loved the way he threw mother under the bus when he actually meant his heart. Besides me Ma absolutely adores Tariq and loves how happy he makes me. So I looked at him, giving him my saddest puppy dog eyes and said; "Aw Pa, please don't be this way. I love him and he loves me and he treats me right. Besides look at the size of that man, who is going to appose of our relationship to him?" He melted as usual, hugged me and said; "Kaity, Kaity, Kaity. What am I gonna do with you?" Ahh the advantage of being the only daughter, you got to love it. But little did I know that this would still be an issue to this very day. This month marks the tenth month since Tariq and I met and probably the best month of my life. My teacher's certification came through, Tariq took his bar exam and Sheila is marrying her fiancé this weekend. But last week was the best. Tariq agreed to let me throw Sheila a bachelorette party that Friday at his place and we had a blast. Good music, a host of good lady friends, food and drink and three male strippers made it an exceptional evening. After the party, Sheila and her neighbor, a pretty and petite Columbian girl name Marisol stayed to help clean up but we were way too wasted. As we went through the gifts Sheila asked a question that completely changed the climate of the evening. Sheila: "Lord Girl, I can't remember the last time I had so much fun. And that one stripper named Onyx I believe. Well did you see the dick on that guy?" And me in my drunken haze, "He's ok I suppose but he has nothing on Tariq." Marisol: "Ay Dios mio Chica, don't hold out on us. How big is it? "Well it's hard to describe, it's fat and almost as long as my forearm. I took a picture of it but I can't find my camera. You have to see it to believe it." I answered Sheila: "I know that's right, the way he has you limping all over the place, ha ha ha. I am curious though, hmm. You know what? I have an idea." I could almost see the wheels turning in her head but her evil smile said it all. She searched through her gifts and pulled out a blue box and came up with her plan. She told me to call Tariq and convince him to come home early. We were all shit faced and it seemed like a good idea at the time. Her plans were to get him nice and liquored up and then, somehow slip him a Viagra from one of her gag gifts. The intention was to get him hard so they see the bulge outline in his pants but we never counted on it working so well. Two hours into the plan, Tariq was feeling very loose and inebriated from his multiple Tequila shots and beer chasers. And judging by the raging protrusion down his inner left thigh, the Viagra we sprinkled in his beer was working perfectly. I was sitting next to him on his living room couch and Sheila and Marisol was sitting on the sectional across from us with a great view of his inseam. We joked and laughed for a while until his throbbing member took center stage. When things quiet down, Tariq noticed the ladies staring lustfully between his legs and he smiled. He leaned over and whispered in my ear; "I think they had too much to drink. Come upstairs, I have something to show you." I giggled and said, "I bet you do. Go ahead and I'll follow shortly." When he left, I told the girls if they wanted to see it in all of its glory, to give me ten minutes and come upstairs, I'll leave the door open. On my way upstairs I stripped to my bare essence, tipsy as hell with naughty intentions. When I reached the bedroom, Tariq was sitting on the side of the bed with his back towards the door, his pants were off and it seemed as if he was rubbing his cock to sooth it. "Hey there Tiger, what'cha got there?" I asked in my coy naughty little taunt. And without turning to notice my naked surprise he responded, "I don't know what's going on but my dick feels like the incredible Hulk." I walked around to his side of the bed, where he couldn't help but notice me. His mouth dropped as I said, "That's a pretty stiff situation you have there. It would be a shame to let that go to waste. Lay back and let me kiss it to make it feel better." I kneeled before my chocolate king, in total awe with his impressively strong black staff. It seemed to have grown larger and thicker from the effects of the pill. I stroked his length, licking the warm blood flushed head as it pulsed against my tongue. I wrapped my lips around his beautiful black cock and sucked the world away. He grabbed my hair and lift his hips to thrust himself deeper into my mouth, the sounds of me gagging drives him wild. His deep tone moans where more audibly prounced, echoing off the walls. In my haste to please my king, I completely forgotten about Sheila and Marisol untill I opened my eyes and saw them standing in the doorway engrossed in my king's wealth. I smiled at their familiar look of astonishment and I whispered to the two inibriated ladies; "Don't just stand there, help me with this thing." I couldn't believe what I'd just said, but fuck it, let's blame it on the alcohol, right? The two ladies look to each other for reasurrance, smiled and nodded their heads in agreement and giggled as they entered the room. I climbed on the bed to straddle Tariq, hoping he wouldn't be alarmed by our guest and whispered in his ear; "I hoped we could do something different tonight and have a little fun." He saw the two ladies walking towards the bed undressing and inspecting his beautifully built body. He looked at me with elation and pulled me closely into his kiss. The ladies made their preasence felt, climbing into bed, rubbing and kissing my pert little arse while stroking and massaging Tariq's throbbing vessel. Sheila was amorously vocal while kissing my buttocks and pinching and plucking my clit. "Mmm Kaity, I love this tight little pink ass. Mari let me see you suck that cock. Yea, that'a girl, just like that." While Tariq sucked my breast with me on top, Sheila inserted two of her fingers into my hot moist slit, gently stroking my kitty kat, I couldn't help but to purr. Then Tariq urged me to sit on his face and I obliged, positioning myself in the sixtynine position. I wanted to witness these ladies masterfully consume my Kings cepter while he tongue my precious little pearl. It was amazing watching their lips and tongues smothered each side of his shaft, up and down, meeting at the top and impeding Tariq's pussy eating stride every so often. When their lips eventually met, they slipped into the most erotic passionate kiss. Marisol kissed with this intense latin desire that only complimented the rich fullness of Sheila's lips. Instinctively I grabbed and stroked his cock while I enjoyed this spectile, it was making me so fucking wet. Mari caressed Sheila's sexy chocolate body, squeezing her firm voluptuous arse. Sheila reciprocated in kind by rubbing Mari's pink tiny clit as she twirled her tongue in Mari's mouth. Tariq's tongue was so deep inside me, it made me tremble but I was determined to insinuate myself into the ladies mix. As our three tongues converged in a lustful dance, I felt Sheila's hand take from me the control of Tariq's cock, ultimately leaving Marisole and I to lose ourselves in our inferno. Marisol pulled me off Tariq and onto her, making our own little space on that massive bed. Her smoky olive skin was warm to the touch, so beautifully petitte. I reached between her legs to tease her sweetness while I sucked her stiff pretty brown nipples and her pussy was on fire. Her eyes rolled back and she pushed my head down between her thighs and said; "A Dios mio, Momi, eso siente estupendo. Coma mi chocha Bebe, te necesito comer me por favor." (Oh my God! Mommy, that feels great. Eat my pussy baby, I need you to eat me please.) Her sexy accent compelled me to do so. I never been with a woman before, but I know what I like and I'd learned a lot from Tariq. Besides Marisol is fucking sexy as hell. Meawhile Sheila was keeping herself quite occupied deep throat sucking Tariq's huge cock. She gingerly caressed and licked his balls, ran her tongue up his shift and wrapped her full lips around his head and forcefully ram his dick down her gullet. The suction and slurping told the true story, she was putting in work and she loved her job. It was more than Tariq could stand, he sat up quickly on the bed and held Sheila's head pleading for mercy; "Ooow please! Fuck! That was so fucking incredible, I think you found my kryptonite!" "What can I say? I love sucking dick and you my dear have a lovely one." She explained so boldly. Sheila stood up, grabbed his hand and lead him to the recliner in the corner of the room. She sat down, lain back and threw her legs over each armrest. Tariq eagerly followed and kneeled before her, burying his face deeply between her mahagony toned thighs. The sweet blissfull anguish that chiseled the familiar pattern on her face sent chills through me and inspired my devilish performance. It was quickly evedent that Marisol's pussy was super sensitive, her bucking and moaning at the slightest kiss made licking her kitty exhilarating. I felt so naughty eating her like a ripe mango with her sweet juices glazing my face. And judging by her increasenly spastic vulva her end was near. "Aye! Aye! Mami Si! Si! Eso! Eso! Chupa me! Chupa! OH! OH! Ooow Oh my God! Mami. AHHHHH!" (Mommy yes! Yes! That's it! That's it! Suck me! Suck!) Marisol came so hard she squirted her warm necter all over my lips. Her pussy kept throbbing prolonging her bliss, making it hard for her to recover. I cuddled her in my arms brushing her hair from her face as her convulsions slowly subsided. But my attentions was on Tariq's and Sheila's performance. Surprisingly, I was not at all jealous, as a matter of fact I was quite turned on watching my King tongue wrestle Sheila's pussy into submission. She was no longer that sassy self assured high maitenance Diva that I looked up to. Now she was this docil little sex vixen cooing at my man's manic manipulations, oh how fucking sexy. I found myself figering my hot wet box and still holding Mari close to me. His fat tongue licking her stiff clit into the folds of his lips, then sucking and gently pulling her clit with his mouth, made her high pitched screams deafening. When he was pleased enough with her level of arosal, he stood up and traded places with her on the recliner. She mouted him and reached behind her to grabbed his cock and plunged him deep as she could bare. Slowly she rode my King, advancing inch after inch in her stride. Tariq's massive hands were clutched firmly around her plump round buttocks, delighted in her reactions as he plowed deeper with every stroke. He licked and sucked her right nipple as the pace quickened. Her breath was labored, her moans were mixed with wimpers as if she was crying but she didn't want to stop. She began to pounce harder and faster on that dick, enduring the total gerth and length as if she needed the sweet angony it bestowed. She kept contradicting herself; "Oh God! This dick is soo fucking good. It's too fucking big! Don't stop! Stop! Don't you dare stop!" Tariq's cock and balls was lathered with her cum and she showed no sign of stopping, pounding away. By then I had two fingers in me and a recovered Marisol was kissing my breast and making her way down my body. The way Sheila worked her hips and arse was rhythmical and hipnotic, making her arse clap and bounce off Tariq's thighs like two bubbles, I salivated. Tariq picked her up, brought her to the bed and laid her down. He positioned her legs high by her head and slid himself inside her and ram fucked her with impunity. Marisole was now between my legs spreading my pussy lips apart and planted her warm soft lips around my exposed tingling pearl. I felt my eyes cross from every beautiful lick, practicully bluring my vision of the activities on the other side of the bed. Sheila's body began to violently shake with orgasm, her speach was shorten and breathy. Her balled fist was pounding the bed frantically while Tariq balls slammed against her anus from deep dick drilling. She screamed with such intensity as her first orgasm released; "OOOH SWEET LORD! AH! AH! OH MY GOD! Please wait, wait. AHHH! OH GOD!" She screamed and pleaded Tariq for mercy but he ignored her and plowed on, bringing her another powerful orgasm. "OOOOH GA! GA! GOD! OH SHIT! I can't. I can't. I can't." Her body fell limp and trembling from exhaustion. Tariq pulled out and hovered over her, assessing his work. Proud of himself, he turned to look at me, smiled and whispered to me "I love you." Instantly a wave of sensations rushed through my body, triggering my orgasm. I pulled Marisol hair to force her face deep ito my snatch and I rubbed my clit up and down her mouth as she stuck her tongue out to accomendate my foray. "AHHHH! OH GOD! OH GOD! Hmm mmm mmm." I finally released Marisol and relaxed to calm myself on the big fluffy pillows. Mari was still between my legs on her knees and her head was resting on my belly. She was caressing my thighs and planting tiny kisses on my navel when I saw Tariq staring at Marisol tiny arse perched in the air. He left Sheila weakened body to recouperate and crawled slowly behind Marisol with his evil grin and a rock hard cock. He began to rub and squeeze Mari's arse and hips, pulling her close so she can feel the weight of his thick sticky unit against her thighs. She reached between her legs and stroked his dick and said; "Mmm Poppi are you going give me the leche? Da me Poppi, da me la leche." "Oh you want my leche huh? Let's see if you're willing to work for my leche." He replied. Brave Hard Ch. 02 He licked his fingers and rubbed her pussy and she purred against my belly. "Yes Poppi, I love it. Ooow tame that chocha Poppi." She demanded. Sheila musterded up the strength to cuddle up beside me and whispered in my ear; "How many pills did you put in his drink?" And I answered by putting two figers up. She gasped, mouthing the words, "OH MY GOD!" Tariq rubbed the head of his dick up and down Mari' slit for saturation much to her delight. He looked at me and Sheila just as he lined himself to her precious little hole, smiled and thrust deep. Mari couldn,t catch her breath, she grabbed me tightly untill she could gasp for air. Tariq pulled out and immidiately pierce her even deeper, forcing every inch in her. She caught her breath and screamed; "AYE! YOU FUCKING PUTA MARICON! OH! OH! mmm YES POPPI FUCK MI CHOCHA!" It was a good thing that we were drunk because Tariq was ramming into her like he was avenging the death of his Sensei. But she loved it and encouraged him on. He grabbed her hair and pulled her upright, pinched her left nipple and taughted her; "You want my leche huh? You want it don't you? Yea I know you do." "Si Poppi! Oh si! A Dios mio, you feel so goooood." She replied. Sheila and I was astonished by what we saw, we couldn't believe that this was the same humbly sweet Tariq we came to know and love, but he turned us on. Mari firmly braced herself when her orgasm struck, I held her head to my belly and rubbed her back untill it past. But Tariq was on his last few strokes when I saw that familiar look on his face. He pulled out and jerk stroked his cock over Mari tight little arse. "Come on baby, shoot your sweet load for me. Yea baby, yea, that's it." I encouraged. "UUUUGH!! UUUUGH! WOOOO GODDAMIT!! Stream after streams of his warm sweet essence coated Mari's back and arse, the vision was glorious. Tariq fell back onto the bed sweaty and exhausted, his once raging erection was now deflated and sighs of relief came across all our faces. Soon Tariq fell fast asleep and the ladies and I sneaked out before he woke up with any ideas, and we showered in the down stairs bathroom. The next day after the ladies went home, Tariq decided to make me breakfast in bed to thank me for the prior night's surprise. But little did I know, his gesture had duo purposes. As I was finishing my OJ, Mr. Johnson approached the bed with his hand in his pocket and a giant smile on his face and I became instantly alarmed. "Now wait a minute Tariq, before you get any crazy ideas, I have to run errands for Sheila's wedding and I don't think she will appreciate me being late. Didn't you get enough last night?" He chuckled and replied; "No silly, nothing like that. And no, I can never get enough of you. That's why..." He got down on one knee and pulled a small velvet box from his pocket and asked; Kaitlin McBride will you do me the great honor of marrying me?" I was overwhelmed with shock and happiness, jumping on the bed screaming; "YES! YES! A THOUSAND TIMES YES!" I jumped in his arms, kissed him all over his face and rushed to the phone to call my parents to give them the good news. Me Ma was elated and my brothers were cheering in the background, but me Pa's reation was not as enthusiastic. When we spoke on the phone, he hit me with a barrage arbitray reasons on why it was a bad idea to marry Tariq except the major one, his shame. I told him we would discuss the matter the folloing week when Tariq and I go there for dinner. And that lead us to today, the day of the dinner and the reason me Pa and I are on our way to the police station. It was 5:00 PM and me Ma had chased me out of the kitchen while she finished cooking Tariq's favorite meal. Tariq and me Pa were in the den having a heated debate about me Pa reservations about our engagement. My brothers were at the pub doing invatory. And I was sitting on the stairs laughing at Sheila on the phone joking that she and Marisol were going start a class action suit on Tariq's cock for pussy assault. That's when my brother Liam came staggering in the house bloody and beaten and crying for help. I rushed to his aid and screamed for me Pa. Liam explained that the son of me Pa ex partner and a few of his friends, wanting to settle an old business grudge, gang jumped my brothers outside the pub. Although Liam had escaped, my oldest brother Bobby Jr. was still out there dealing with them. Tariq was furious and without thinking, he ran out of the house to Bobby Jr's rescue. Me Pa called the police, retrieved his gun and told us to stay in the house. When he opened the door, Tariq was on his way in with bloody knuckles and carrying my brother over his shoulder. Ten minutes later the police came and arrested Tariq for assault and battery. Luckily he was taken to me Pa former precent and because of the explained situation, he wouldn't be formily charged but he had to go through the process. Me Pa was very deeply touched by the love and loyalty Tariq had shown this family and he became teary eyed. He hugged me and said; "I feel like such an ingorant, old fool for how I behaved. It's clear how much Tariq loves you and how much he loves this family. He makes you happy, that's all that should matter. And as far as I'm concern, he's already a part of this family. I love you babygirl. Now let's go get my future son, we have a wedding to plan.