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."
