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Subject: {ASSM} Chocolate Cream Pie by Kylie X (M/F, Romance, Interracial, Oral, Preg, Cream Pie)
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Fantasy #11 - Chocolate Cream Pie

Copyright 2007 Kylie X all rights reserved. Intended for adults only.
Kylie.X.writes@gmail.com
Story Codes: M/F, Romance, Interracial, Oral, Preg, Cream Pie
Synopsis: When nineteen year old Kyle meets the man of her dreams, the
black college coed learns about love, sex, and the magic of non-bake
desserts.

Fantasy #11 - Chocolate Cream Pie
By Kylie X


Guess what?! I have a new boyfriend! Well, he's not brand new, but
pretty close to it. I took him prisoner at a Halloween party last
night, since he was dressed like a soldier and I was dressed as
Cinderella, glass slippers and all. Well, plastic slippers anyway, but
nobody at that party was going to complain. It was at a frat house and
it was my first one, since I am pretty new to college, and honestly,
it didn't really meet my expectations. I probably saw 'Animal House'
one too many times in my impressionable youth, but that party was very
much like the sort the guys used to throw in high school, except there
was more of it.

I was supposed to go out with Rodney, my black boyfriend, since it was
Friday and all, but unfortunately I had a headache. Thankfully it went
away as soon as I hung up the phone. He's my parents' boyfriend
anyway, not mine, and what am I? From India or something? Arranged
marriages are for the National Geographic Channel and girls who look
like Chris Rock, not for pretty nineteen year old coeds like me! I
think I can find my own husband, thank you very much, and I'm in no
rush! 

Can you tell I'm excited?

The weird part is, and this will sound a little strange perhaps, is
that my new boyfriend has a sperm fetish! Is that really weird, or
what? I wasn't even sure there was such a thing. I mean sperm's nice,
yeah. It's tasty and has an interesting texture, and when it's fresh I
love it, what girl doesn't? Of course getting the stuff out of the
container is a lot of fun too, in fact, that's my favorite thing about
sperm...The getting it. But a fetish? When he told me that I thought the
man was teasing me.

"What are you into?" He asked me, and he was tall with sweet blue eyes
and thick blond hair, which made it hard for me to concentrate.

"Uh..." I blinked and smiled and tried my best not to act like I felt,
all nervous and self-conscious, and wanting desperately to be liked by
this guy.

"Here, have a little more punch." He handed me a plastic cup and I'm
just hoping I don't drop it, or spill some down my chin when I try to
drink it.

"Thanks." I said. "I'm into white guys."

I swear, I said that like fifteen minutes after meeting him. It just
slipped out and I could have sworn I'd said something else, but I
couldn't think of what. My brain doesn't always work, but sometimes
that works out for the best. We fast-forwarded through a lot of small
talk in the blink of an eye, believe me.

"Really?" He chuckled and gave me a little look that would have turned
a white girl pink, but it just made my nipples pop.

"Did you just hear something?" I asked and then shook my head. "Never
mind. What are you into?"

"Desserts, mostly." He said and if I was disappointed that he didn't
come right back at me with black girls, I hid it well.

"Not black girls?" I grinned at him, brushing some long black hair
from soft brown eyes, just in case he'd missed those somehow.

"I haven't known too many black girls." He said rather easily, and
that's not an uncommon response in Minnesota.

"But you know your desserts, huh?" I giggled, giving him the best one
I had and rewarded me with a little lick of his sensual lips.

God, he's beautiful, with that handsome face still just a little tan
from the long Indian summer we had. His body big and strong under the
army green t-shirt he's sporting for a costume. Camouflage pants and
jungle boots and a green beret on his head, he looks like a little boy
playing soldier, except he's six inches taller than me and not a boy
at all.

"Cream pies." He nodded and he's got my eyes then, smiling into them
and there's some mischief going on.

"Cream pies, okay." I laughed. "Banana...Coconut?"

"Chocolate." He decided. "I love a hot chocolate cream pie."

"Really?" I narrowed my eyes slightly. "They serve those hot?"

"Only the good ones." He laughed and I thought maybe he was laughing
at me, but I wasn't sure.

I was thinking that was some kind of innuendo but I was afraid of
trying to guess what kind. I'm no virgin, but my experience has been
limited to a few black guys in high school whose idea of flirting was
grabbing my hips on a dance floor and riding my ass. Rodney isn't much
better and I was in a whole other world last night, talking with a
white man, an attractive one that I wanted to know a lot better. I've
talked to others, even flirted with white guys a bit, but there was
some electricity there and I was hooked. Love at first sight.

"I bet you'd make a scrumptious cream pie." He said and he was taking
me in all the way, looking me up and down slow.

I was wearing a champagne gown, not an expensive one, but a costume.
It looked like a fairy tale dress, all satin and lace and probably a
little too large for the middle of a party. The dress fit me nicely
though, no doubt about that, showing my five foot eight inches to good
effect. The top was tight around my 34C breasts, enough so my nipples
were a little more obvious than I wished they were, but that was okay.
I have great tits and I do like to show them off. My flat tummy and
thin waist were on display, and my round, but too narrow hips were
nicely disguised by the bustle or whatever you call that part of a
gown. I didn't get to show off my firm round ass, or my long toned
legs, but probably it's good to leave something for later too.

"I'm not sure I know the recipe for that." I teased, fishing for some
clues as to what we're really talking about.

"A beautiful woman like you?" He tilted his head. "I doubt that."

"Flattery will get you everywhere." I smiled.

"Anywhere?" He wondered and I pretended to think about it.

"Where do you want to go?" I asked, risking a slip twixt cup and lip.

"With you?" He asked and I nodded slowly. "Into the kitchen,
definitely."

"The kitchen?" I pursed my lips. "Ohhh...It's hot in there."

"Takes some fire to make a cream pie." He shrugged.

"Does it?" I laughed because I thought you had to refrigerate those
things.

"Oh yeah." He nodded. "You want to see my kitchen?"

"Hmmmm..." I rocked my head a little. "...Is it safe?"

"You're always gonna be safe with me, little girl." He grinned.

"Little girl?" I rolled my eyes.

"Big girl?" He shook his head. "Doesn't sound the same."

"Little girl is okay." I sighed playfully. "I'll let you get away with
it for awhile."

"What else can I get away with?" He wondered and he was standing a
little closer, or maybe it was me, but neither of us were backing
down.

"Me." I looked up into his eyes. "If you're honest."

"Whoa." He blinked at me. "That's pretty heavy for a Halloween party."

"Is it?" I felt my heart thumping because I was half way to telling
this guy that I was in love with him.

"You feel it, huh." He said and all his smiles were gone, all his
innuendo forgotten for the moment. It was just him and me looking at
each other.

"Do you?" I asked him softly.

"I thought it was just me." He cleared his throat. "I'm Dave."

"I'm Kylie."

"In case uh, an asteroid hits the earth or something and we're all,
you know, wiped out..." He smiled. "...I just want you to know I think I'm
in love with you, Kylie."

"How long until you know for sure, Dave?" I bit my lip the way I do
when I'm in trouble and I know it.

"Not very long." He looked down and then back up, scratching his neck
just below his right ear. "I'll know by the end of the night."

"That's a long time." I shook my head seriously. "Lots of asteroids
out there."

"Yeah, there is." He frowned and we were both wanting to say the right
things, but this was a new language.

"I'm kinda lost now..." I giggled. "Um...Where are we?"

"Never been here before?" Dave asked and I shook my head. "Me
neither."

"Am I supposed to say I love you?" I wondered.

"I don't know." Dave drew his lips tightly together.

"Cause I will, if I have to." I said. "I just really want to get this
right, you know?"

"Yeah, me too." Dave chuckled. "Uh, hmmm...I don't suppose there's
anyone here we can ask?" He looked around briefly and then turned his
eyes back into mine. "You wanna just try it and see what happens?"

"Yeah, okay." I nodded. "On three?"

"Sure, yeah...One...Ready?"

"One...Two..." We nodded and spoke together slowly. "...three!"

"I love you." I said.

"I love you." Dave said.

And we stood there, looking around and then smiling at each other. The
world didn't end. My parents didn't crash the party demanding to know
why I was telling a white man I loved him, half an hour after I'd met
him. I wasn't melting. I felt a little lighter inside, that was kind
of nice. My heart was a little too big for me right then and I had a
hard time working my lungs around it, but I wasn't going to complain.
I might have had a fever, which could have explained the little chills
I was getting. I wasn't sure about my fingers though, why they were
tingly, but when Dave took my left hand in his right hand all that
tingling moved to my tummy, so the point became moot anyway.

"You know, I didn't think there was anyone in the world as weird as
me." Dave grinned and he was leading me through the party.

"I know!" I laughed. "God, this is so weird. It's like we're made for
each other."

"You think?" Dave grinned at me.

"Maybe." I shrugged. "If you tell me what all the cream pie talk was
all about, I'll know for sure."

"What?" He gave me a funny look. "You don't know what that is?"

"No." I laughed. "I figured we weren't talking about dessert though."

"It is dessert, sort of." Dave laughed and we were finally outside.

"Okay..." I grabbed him, since we were almost alone now, and I made him
hug me in the moonlight. "...Tell me."

"Oh, maybe I shouldn't." Dave sighed and his hands felt so good around
my waist it was unbelievable. "It's cold out here, where's our coats?"

"Inside." I rolled my eyes. "You're going to have to work on that
if..."

"If what?" Dave pulled me real close, enough so my breasts pressed
hard against his muscular chest and I was looking up and he was
looking down, and our lips were close together.

"If you're going to be my boyfriend." I smiled.

"I will." He nodded. "I'm going work on that hard, Kylie. Starting
tomorrow, I promise."

He was going to kiss me and I wanted it. I felt his hands moving to my
ass, grabbing me beneath the rustling voluminous material of that
silly dress, pulling my hips against his and I could feel his arousal.
He wanted me, that was plain, and my pussy was awake as well. I
couldn't show it the way Dave could, not just standing there, but the
look in my eyes was leaving him with little doubt. I was his for the
taking, except...

"Stop." I turned my head as his lips came close.

"What?" He smiled. "My breath?"

"No, you're breath is fine." I told him. "Just explain the cream pie
thing to me."

"You might not like it." Dave cleared his throat. "I don't want to
screw this up now, you know?"

"I won't get mad, I promise." I rolled my eyes. "How bad can it be?"

"Uh..." Dave chuckled. "Kinda bad, maybe. I guess it depends on, uh...
Something, and something else too, but I don't know what."

"Oh." I sucked my lips. "So there's factors involved, huh?"

"Yeah." Dave agreed. "Factors and opinions and, well, personal
experience has to be taken into account."

"I'm not a virgin." I told him. "In case that counts for something."

"Oh, well, yeah that counts." He smiled.

"So?" I laughed. "What's this chocolate cream pie? Like whipped cream
on my boobs? Um...Lower?"

"Yeah, like that." Dave nodded happily and he was trying to kiss me
again.

"Ohhhh..." I groaned. "...That's too easy! Tell the truth now."

"It's easier to show you." Dave finally decided. "Okay?"

"Here?" I asked, "Right now?"

"Uh, no." He laughed. "We need someplace a little more comfortable and
warm and..."

"Like a kitchen?" I stuck my tongue out a little. 

"Let's go upstairs." Dave suggested.

"You have a kitchen upstairs?" I giggled.

"A bunch of them, we just have to find an empty one." He kissed me
then, before I could stop him and then I was wondering why I'd want
to.

I'd never kissed a white guy before, not until last night, and it was
different than I thought it would be. A lot wetter, for one thing.
Dave's mouth was moist and warm inside and I suppose mine was the same
way as we chased each other's tongues between us. I moaned softly into
his mouth and squirmed in his big hands as Dave held my butt tight,
working his pelvis against me hard. I wanted that too, I was doing my
best to fuck him right there on the front porch of that big old house,
pulling at his big shoulders while I sucked his tongue. It was the
best kiss of my life and when it was over all I wanted was another
one.

The second kiss was better because I knew what I was doing. I licked
across his teeth and around his gums, into Dave's cheeks, everywhere I
could reach. I was exploring him greedily and when I finally
retreated, his tongue followed, filling my mouth with warm saliva and
thick pink tongue. I swallowed and sighed and wrapped my soft brown
lips around his tongue so I could suck it. I'm totally into kissing, I
like it better than fucking, and it is fucking in a way, making love
like that with our tongues and lips. Dave was fucking my mouth nice
and one little rub of my clit just then would have put me on the moon.

"Wow." Dave was nodding and smiling and I was panting for air, feeling
my lips a little swollen, bruised maybe because that had been some
serious making out. 

"I'm not cold anymore." I grinned at him.

"No shit." He laughed. "Jesus, what's my name again?"

"Um..." I laughed. "...Boyfriend."

"Right, right." He nodded. "The other kids in school are gonna tease
me, but I can take it."

"About...Me?" I asked, missing his joke entirely, which just goes to
show what sort of affect my parents had on me. I was way too sensitive
sometimes, and usually for no reason at all.

"You?" Dave shook his head. "I meant my funny name."

"Oh." I rolled my eyes. "I'm blonde inside."

"Kylie."

"Yeah?"

"Nobody is ever going to make fun of us." Dave said seriously. "Okay?"

"I know." I nodded, taking a deep breath. "I just never dated a white
guy, so..."

"I never dated a black girl." Dave shrugged. "I'm not in love with you
because you're black."

"I..." I made a little face.

"What?"

"I don't think I'm in love with you because you're white."

"But you could be?" Dave laughed at me and I felt pretty embarrassed,
looking down then. "You really are blonde if you think that, Kylie."

"Huh?" I looked back up at him.

"I understand." Dave smiled. "I'll take my chances."

He knew I wasn't going to love him just because he was white, that's
pretty silly even for me. I was just looking for a fear, you know? A
superficial reason that would explain why I was falling head over
heels for a guy I didn't even know. I didn't want to face the real
reason, which was simply that I found in Dave the man I'd been looking
for, black, white, or Pepsi, it didn't matter. I'd have fallen in love
with him whatever his skin color was and that was scary. You don't
wake up and say 'Today I'm gonna find the love of my life.' It just
happens and when it does you have to be ready to do something about
it, you have to be ready to fight for it, and that was what I wanted
to avoid. 

The fight with my parents once they found out, cause this wasn't gonna
be much of a secret, I could tell already.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"Oh, this is a nice kitchen." I smiled, looking around the bedroom and
nodding.

"Yeah, we can cook up a pie or two in here." Dave chuckled, closing
the door and locking it.

I jumped on the bed, bouncing my butt on it and giggling, kicking off
my plastic slippers and bringing my knees to my breasts so I could hug
them as I sat on the baby blue sheets covering the mattress. I watched
Dave bending over to untie his army boots, pulling the long laces
loose and kicking them off. 

"You have a great ass." I decided.

"Really?" He grinned at me. "What's yours look like?"

"Ohhh..." I took a deep breath. "It's brown."

"Has it ever been kissed?" Dave was standing by the bed now, hands on
his hips, looking down at me.

"It's been spanked, does that count?" I reached towards him, pressing
my hand against his stomach and he was solid.

"Only if you were good." Dave was watching my fingers as I just
touched him through his shirt.

"Before or after?" I asked. "Can you take off that shirt? I'm just
dying to see what's under there."

"Before." He pulled his t-shirt out of his trousers; crossing his arms
and pulling it up and off quickly.

"Never been spanked either, I guess." I moved closer, using both hands
now to feel his abs, and they were tight and smooth and he had just a
thin trail of hair rising out of his pants to his belly button.

"Would you like to be, Kylie?" Dave asked and he was being so patient
I could barely stand it.

"Spanked?" I giggled, sliding my fingers up to his small brown nipples
and they were stiff under my hands. "You know what I want?"

What?" Dave was looking into my eyes as I looked up.

"I want to be the woman." I told him. "In the bedroom...Sorry, kitchen...I
want to be whatever my man wants me to be."

"What if you don't like it?" Dave wondered and he was reaching for my
arms, stroking my soft brown skin gently.

"I'll tell him." I shrugged. "I don't want to be hurt, I want to be
loved."

"But...?" Dave smiled, looking for more.

"But if he wants a whore, I'll be the best one he ever had." I
promised. "If he wants a slut or a saint, or just a friend...I'll be all
that."

"Are you a slut, Kylie?"

"Yeah." I swallowed hard, sliding my hands down his body slowly.

"Are you a little black whore?"

"Yessss..." I hissed softly, bringing my hands to the front of Dave's
army pants, pressing my fingers against the hardness beneath.

"What else are you?" He asked. "What do you want me to call you in the
kitchen?"

"Your nigger." I whispered. "Your cocksucking nigger...I like that..." 

I was leaning forward and Dave's hands were going past my shoulders,
into my hair, pulling my head close to him as I pressed my face to his
trousers.

"You want to suck my white cock, Kylie?"

"Yeah, I want it."

"Fuck, you're beautiful, you know that?" He lifting my face so I was
looking up at him. "Open your beautiful mouth."

I opened wide and Dave held his face over mine, gathering his saliva
and then loosing it carefully between his lips so that his warm spit
pooled on my tongue. I held my mouth open for him, letting him see it
for a long moment before I swallowed it.

"Thank you." I smiled at him, then I was working to unbutton his
pants, feeling clumsy in my excitement as my slender fingers struggled
to free what I most desired. 

"I've never met a girl like you, Kylie." Dave was gathering my hair in
his hands, like he was fascinated with it. "You're perfect."

"I wish." I giggled. "I can't even open a pair of pants."

"Use your teeth." Dave laughed. "Bite the buttons off."

"I will in a minute." I stuck my tongue out, feeling my whole body
burn with desire and frustration.

"How do your parents feel about black girls?" I asked, because I
wanted to know.

"I don't know." He shrugged. "They're pretty liberal, but they never
leave the television, so..."

"My parents want me to marry a black guy." I confessed. "They're going
to give you a hard time."

"Do you want to marry a black guy?" Dave asked, ignoring my parents
the way I couldn't.

"I want to marry the man I love." I said. "There!" 

"New Year's Eve." Dave said.

"What?" I smiled up at him, pausing as I was reaching for his Tony the
Tiger boxers.

"New Year's Eve, Kylie. Two months from now." Dave told me. "That's
when I'm going to ask you to marry me."

"Talk about ruining a surprise!" I shook my head, staring up at him.
"We need to work on your boyfriend skills, Dave."

"I'm sorry." He chuckled. 

"Well, I know what day I want to get married anyway." I said. "Ohhh...
This is kind of big."

"Is it?" Dave asked. "I was wondering about that."

"Well, I'm no expert." I giggled, stroking Dave's long thick white
cock in my hands. "Seven inches?" 

"Closer to eight." Dave shrugged. "Seven and three fourths."

"You've measured it?"

"I had a girlfriend once, she was a little obsessed." 

"Oh." I nodded. 

"She had standards, you know."

"A man has to measure up, I suppose." 

I was loving that cock with my small brown hands and I'd never seen an
uncircumcised one before. I loved the way the skin moved back and
forth, there was so much of it, and it was soft like silk and the
muscle beneath was hard and throbbing, seriously, I could feel a pulse
coming from that wonderful tool. I'd never had an interest in cocks
before, not like this, I just wanted to touch it and look at it.

"When are we getting married, Kylie?" Dave asked me and he was
breathing a little heavier, but still calm, still patient.

"February twenty nine." I giggled. "It's a leap year."

"Oh, that'll save us money on anniversary presents." Dave nodded. "I
like a practical woman."

"Dave?" I looked up, rubbing my thumb over the smooth wet glans of his
cock lightly.

"Hmmm?" He smiled.

"Are we serious?"

"I've known you for what? Two hours, Kylie?" Dave nodded. "Unless
you've got a penis between your legs, you're the woman I've been
looking for my whole life."

"What if I have a penis?" I tilted my head.

"Then..." He shrugged. "...I guess you're the man I've been looking for my
whole life."

"God!" I laughed.

"I'm rather hoping you don't though." Dave laughed too. "My parents
aren't quite that liberal."

"You're bad." I told him. "I want to get you naked."

"What a coincidence." Dave moved so he could pull down his pants and
boxers. "Turn around, I'll unzip you."

"Hmmm..." I watched him for a moment, smiling happily before turning to
kneel on the bed, looking over my shoulder until he could unzip my
gown. "...Anybody ever tell you how beautiful you are?"

"Me?" Dave smiled. "Sometimes, but I don't listen to those guys."

"Be serious." I giggled, feeling cool air on my back as that dress
came loose and I drew a great big breath because I'd wanted one all
night.

"About what?" Dave pushed my dress off my shoulders and I leaned
forward, onto my hands and knees with my ass towards him.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" I asked him.

"Besides you? Oh, Kylie...I love your tits." Dave sighed with pleasure
as his hands went beneath me, finding my naked breasts and cupping
them in his big hands.

"Ohhh...Yeah..." I shivered because that was a serious weak spot for me,
my tits, and I was dying to feeling more.

"I had one until a couple hours ago." He squeezed my tits harder,
making me drop my body, wanting him to hold me up by my breasts.
"Denise...Or Donna? It started with a D I think...Blonde girl, pretty face
but small tits though."

"Harder, okay?" I looked over my shoulder at him. "Really hard, you
won't break me."

"You like it hard?" Dave whispered and his mouth was on my back then,
kissing along my spine as he stood above me, hunched over awkwardly.

"Yeah. Oh God...Hard as you want....Hard as you can, Dave..." 

I moaned and I wasn't teasing him, my nipples were long and fat now,
feeling so cold they hurt. When I got excited they didn't feel hot,
they felt ice cold and it was painful. I needed the pressure. I needed
to feel them pinched and pulled and punished. I was telling him that,
begging Dave to understand and give me what I wanted and it was so
fast. I hadn't even undressed completely and I was panting like a
bitch in heat. It was insane.

"Mmmm...Bad boobies..." Dave chuckled.

Dave slapped my tits blindly, spanking them and they were hanging
loose, the weight tugging at my skin so they felt swollen and heavy.
That was so good too, having my breasts slapped by Dave's big hands.
Not hard, he wasn't hurting me, they were playful sexy slaps that
brought the fire out of my skin and I was nodding and smiling and
licking my lips, telling him I loved him.

"Let's get this off you now, see what you're hiding down there..." Dave
was pulling my dress over my hips, exposing my white bikini panties
and the sheer thigh high stockings I wore.

"I told you it was brown." I said breathlessly, still recovering from
all that wonderful play with my tits and wishing it hadn't ended.

"Fuck, that's a perfect ass, Kylie." Dave was pulling my panties down,
exposing every inch of me to his eyes. "Have you ever had sex back
here?"

He was playing with my ass, massaging my round black cheeks with his
hands and pressing his mouth to my skin, kissing and nibbling at me,
making me giggle and jerk my butt away so he could do it again.

"Anal sex?" I shook my head. "Uh-uh, never."

"I'm going to fuck your ass on our wedding night." Dave promised me.
"You save yourself for your husband, okay?"

"Yeah...Ohhh...Shhhh..." I sucked a deep breath as Dave pressed his mouth
between my cheeks, prying them open and kissing my virgin anus, using
his tongue to lick me there and it felt like nothing I'd ever
experienced.

"You like that?" Dave asked me after a good two minutes of eagerly
kissing my asshole.

"Oh yeah." I giggled. "You can do that some more...Anytime."

"Good." He sighed. "Now how about this?"

I jerked as I felt his hand on my pussy for the first time and I'd
been wondering when I'd get some attention there. I was practically
dripping already and Dave was both gentle and rough with my hungry
little sex. He pressed his palm against my slit and his fingers were
over my clit, reaching the soft swell of my mound. He was grabbing me,
it felt like, squeezing my pussy and just...Grabbing it, and I couldn't
help but push myself back, moving my hips and rocking my pelvis
against the pressure.

"Fuck my hand, Kylie." Dave was saying and his other hand was on my
back, stroking my skin while he stood up straight. "You little black
whore, fuck yourself on my fingers. I wanna see you cum."

"Oh God..." I groaned because I loved his words as much as his touch,
the way he spoke to me was exactly what I wanted to hear. My pussy was
burning inside, the walls of my sex frustrated with the emptiness
between them. My clit ached beneath Dave's fingers, she was hard and
throbbing and demanding attention. I was moving, like he wanted me to,
rocking my body back against him, rolling my ass and grinding my pussy
against his hand.

"Cum for me Kylie...Do you know how to cum? Let me see what nigger cum
looks like, baby...Fill my hand with it..." 

Dave's was talking to me the whole time and I was getting close, my
heart racing and I felt the juices running down my thighs. I was going
to cum and I squeezed my thighs around his hand, collapsing suddenly
onto my face and tits with my ass in the air. I clamped myself around
Dave's fingers as I had my orgasm, breathing hard and feeling giddy
with happy excitement.

"Nice, baby...You cum nice, don't you?" Dave was pushing at my thighs
gently, coaxing me to spread my legs and let his hand go.

I rolled over onto my side, smiling wide and licking my lips as I
looked up at him. He was cupping his hand and I giggled as he brought
it to his face, looking over it at me as he inhaled. Dave's fingers
were wet, I could see that, and I wondered if he actually had caught
my cum in his hand. That seemed wonderfully weird and I shivered as my
body struggled to come down from the pleasure I'd just experienced.

"Taste yourself." Dave suggested and then left me little choice as he
brought his hand to me, moving deliberately to sit on the bed. "Open
up Kylie, let me see you drinking your own cum."

I did as he asked, rolling onto my back and stifling a surprised
giggle as Dave turned his hand. Some small amount of liquid did run
out of it, dripping from his skin into my mouth. It wasn't a lot by
any means, but it was strong and oily on my tongue, almost bitter, but
not that, more like the acid flavor of an orange peel, or lemon maybe
and I blinked at the sensation, my tongue curling just a little as I'd
never tasted myself like that before.

"Lick my hand, slut. Clean your nigger cum off my fingers, Kylie."
Dave urged me.

He pushed his palm against my open mouth gently, caressing my face
with my juices, wetting my cheeks and chin with the rich aroma of my
arousal. The smell of my cum made my nostrils flare and my clit
throbbed so that I pressed my thighs together again, rubbing them
together while I licked and kissed and sucked Dave's fingers clean.

"Tell me you like it." Dave said and I nodded.

"I do like it." I breathed. "I love it."

"You're a little cum slut, aren't you?"

"Yeah...I love cum." I giggled, sucking my lips clean and savoring the
flavor of my own cunt.

"Do you want to relax a little?" Dave asked and he was laying down
with me, taking me in his arms on that bed and kissing my face
tenderly.

"I want to suck your cock." I told him.

"You want me to fuck your mouth?" He asked, moving on top of me so his
weight was pushing down on my tits and I spread my legs around him,
feeling his cockhead moving against my sex, not entering me, but just
poking stiffly against my pelvis.

"Yeah, fuck my mouth." I nodded. "I want to taste your cum."

"You're a nasty girl, Kylie." Dave kissed me lightly on the lips. "I
wouldn't have believed it just looking at you."

"You like that, huh?" I giggled. "Talking dirty, being nasty. Does it
turn you on, Dave?"

"Fuck yeah." He breathed. "Do you like sperm?"

"Yeah, I don't know." I gave him a little shrug, sliding my hands
along his back slowly. "I guess so."

"Do you swallow, Kylie?" He was moving his hips, rubbing his cock
around and shifted beneath him, wondering if he was just going to fuck
me.

"I'll swallow yours." I promised.

"Have you done it before?"

"No."

"I love seeing a girl play with sperm, getting all messy with it."
Dave told me. "I like seeing it on her face. Can I cum all over your
pretty face, Kylie?"

"Yeah." I smiled. "I want it."

"Can I cum on your tits?"

"Uh-huh."

"Can I cum in your pussy?" He asked, stabbing at my cunt with his cock
and almost but not quite finding my hole.

"I'm not on the pill or anything." I told him.

"What about your old boyfriends?"

"Rodney?" I shrugged. "He used a rubber when we did it."

"You've never been fucked bareback?" Dave asked and I shook my head.

"No, we always used condoms." I breathed and then I winced slightly as
I felt his cockhead splitting my sex, pushing an inch inside me
suddenly and then two more as Dave adjusted his angle.

"Ughhhh...Fuck, you're tight in there, Kylie." Dave breathed. "How's
that feel?"

"Good." I drew a ragged breath realizing he wasn't sheathed at all.

"You're getting raw cock now, girl." 

He kissed my lips and pushed inside me hard, thrusting his cock deep
inside me all at once and I groaned loudly at the sudden discomfort,
like a dull icy ache that was slowly melting beneath the heat of
pleasure. I wrapped my legs around his waist, locking my ankles and
digging my heels into the small of Dave's back.

"Fuck me...Okay? Please? Fuck me good..." I pulled his mouth back to mine
and kissed Dave deeply, sliding my tongue between his lips and
wriggling it over his.

He was nice and big, not huge, not too big or anything, but just big
and a little thicker than I was used to, maybe a faction longer, I'm
not sure. It was a perfect fit though, once I was used to it, his cock
just large enough to stretch my pussy in a way I found almost
unbearably good. The tender muscles of my cunt surrendered
reluctantly, clasping at the hardness filling my sex and trying to
hold him deep when Dave would pull back. It was a good slow fuck, real
lovemaking for the first time in my life, and I was kissing him over
and over, moaning into the man's mouth as he rode me gently.

"Are you going to cum inside me?" I asked at one point, trying to
remember that I wasn't protected. My womb was vulnerable and we were
playing for keeps now.

"I love you, Kylie." Dave said and I nodded.

"I love you too." 

He kissed me hard then, taking control the way I wanted him to. This
was what I liked more than anything, being Dave's woman and feeling
him so strong above me, inside me, taking me. That's what was making
it good, that he was fucking me and I was yielding and submissive and
accepting him. I was his to take, to possess in that way, and I wanted
him to complete me with his orgasm. I wanted to feel a man cumming
inside me for the first time in my life and I was so glad it was Dave.
I needed him to be my first.

"Get your legs up...Like this..." Dave was lifting my legs over his
shoulders, leaning forward so my ass and lower back rolled up off the
bed and his cock had a suddenly straight shot into the deepest parts
of my sex.

"Oh God...oh oh oh..." I gasped and blinked hard as Dave pushed himself
deep, until his heavy balls slapped my ass, and I'd never been touched
there before.

"Fuck you're tight, Kylie." Dave smiled at me, his blonde hair falling
around his face as he moved, driving his cock inside me faster, making
it better for both of us.

"Yeah..." I nodded. "...Fuck me...Fuck me good...Fuck...me..."

It was all I could manage as another orgasm took me then, my body
burning around that cock inside my pussy, going so deep now that I
could feel the head touching the very bottom of my sex. It was just
the barest nudge, like a kiss that threatened to make me cry. If he'd
been a fraction longer it would have been too much, it might have
hurt, but this was too good, too perfect and all I could do was cum
around that cock over and over. 

"We're going to make that cream pie now, Kylie." Dave was telling me
and I was nodding my head as if I understood. "A chocolate cream pie,
baby...Oh fuck...Are you ready?"

"Are you gonna...cum?" I blinked at him and I couldn't have made him
stop even if I'd wanted to. 

He had me doubled over, my black body bent for his penetration with my
knees at my shoulders and my fertile black pussy open and vulnerable
and nursing on his big white cock like a baby. Wetness was running
down my ass, down my back and my whole body was tight and aching with
desire.

"Fuck yeah, I'm gonna knock you up, Kylie...I'm gonna send your nigger
ass home...With a white baby inside..." Dave was breathing hard and
grinning. "...Everyone's gonna know you're slut after tonight, Kylie...
Everybody...You little black whore..."

"Oh God...Yeah...Cum inside me...Give me a baby, Dave...A white baby...Knock me
up oh God..." I was cumming again, multiple orgasms rocking my world
lights out and Dave was flooding my cunt with sperm suddenly.

He didn't slow down; he just kept pumping my pussy hard, slamming his
cock as far as it would reach and spraying his hot semen into my womb.
I could feel filling me, his seed being mixed with my own girl juices
as Dave's cock stirred us up inside. He came for a long time, or so it
seemed to me, but I was hardly in any condition to judge. My head was
reeling with happy thoughts and I was wet with sweat and shivering
with adrenaline.

Dave held his cock inside me, his fucking stopped finally, but he
didn't let me go yet. He kept my ass up, my legs still over his
shoulders while his cock plugged my hole tight, keeping his thick
potent sperm deep in my pussy, trickling through my cervix and
flooding my womb.

"Let's give those little babymakers a chance, huh?" Dave smiled weakly
and licked his lips. He was red faced and sweaty like I was.

"I'll be four months pregnant." I giggled tiredly.

"You'll be beautiful." Dave said and he knew I was thinking of my
wedding. "You'll have that motherly glow."

"Oh, God...I can't believe we did this..." "I laughed. "I'm going to be in
so much trouble."

"Think how beautiful your baby will be." Dave smiled. "It'll be worth
the trouble."

"I know." I nodded. "Thank you."

"I love you." Dave grinned. "I think that pie's almost done."

"Pie?" I giggled. "What are you talking about?"

"This..." Dave was letting me go, pulling his cock out of me slowly like
he was afraid he might break something and I just watched him, smiling
with a little confusion.

"Mmmm...Hot chocolate cream pie." Dave sighed as he moved still lower,
kissing my tummy, licking my skin and making me giggle.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Shhh...You'll like this, I promise." I blinked as I watched Dave bring
his face to my pussy, pushing my legs apart and then kissing my sex,
making me jerk slightly with surprise. 

He was going down on me, licking around my pussy at first, gathering
the juices that had spilled out of me during our sex with his tongue,
and that was really nice, like a terrible tease that soon had me
begging for more. A part of me couldn't believe he was really doing
that. Men didn't do stuff like that, tasting their own cum, licking it
up. I couldn't even get Rodney to lick my pussy thirty seconds after I
stepped out of the shower, but Dave was mouthing my pussy now, digging
his tongue between my swollen labia, reaching into my stretched and
well fucked hole to taste the semen he'd put so deep inside me just a
few minutes before.

I gasped and moaned and lifted my ass off the bed once more, grabbing
at Dave's head, digging my fingers into his damp hair as I thrust my
pussy against his mouth. He was tongue fucking me, working to get that
cum out of me, mine and his, and as he brought me to orgasm my body
was helping. My cunt spasming with pleasure, pushing all those juices
around, moving it further down my sex towards Dave's sucking mouth. He
was eating our sex, our lovemaking, drinking our union it seemed and
that was a feverish thought, driving me to even greater heights of
orgasmic bliss.

"Dave...Suck my pussy, God!" I was almost yelling at him, my voice high
pitched and quivering. "Lick my nigger hole...Fuck...Suck that cum out of
me!"

"Mmppph..." Dave groaned his eager assent and I felt him taking my long
black labia into his mouth, sucking my fat pussy lips hard and even
chewing on them gently. I'd never had my pussy licked before and it
was better than anything, even fucking maybe, the things he was doing
were incredible. I felt like he had my whole cunt in his mouth and I
was being turned inside out as he sucked at the juices trapped inside
me.

"Fuck...You cum eating slut...Fuck my pussy with your mouth!" I was
sitting up with my tummy drawn tight, desperate to see what he was
doing to make me feel so good.

He had my clit now, shoving two fingers hard into my pussy so that I
squeezed my sex around him instinctively. My clit though, Jesus, he
was sucking it like a tiny cock, pinching it between his lips and
flicking his tongue over the buzzing tip. I was thrashing almost
violently and cumming hard. I held his head so tightly I was afraid I
was hurting him, but Dave wasn't resisting me at all, he let me push
and pull him wherever my blistering cunt needed him most.

"Ohhhh...God!" I fell back, helpless as my senses surrendered
completely. This was the best thing ever and my little nigger pussy
was a slave now to Dave's long white tongue. He seemed tireless and
famished, his mouth moving endlessly as he swallowed his sperm and my
own seething juices as they seemed to pour out of me. I'd heard other
girls talk about it, but this was way better than anything I might
have imagined.

I'd never cum so much in one night, and not even a full night, just a
few hours in someone else's bedroom with a hundred drunk people
downstairs. It was crazy and intense and it was making me giggle as I
rocked my cunt against Dave's mouth. God, he was perfect, I thought.
After a good hard fuck he was bringing me off with his mouth. A hot
chocolate cream pie was what we'd made all right, and he deserved
every bite.

"Oh my God..." I sighed, cause that was all I could do as Dave slid up
my body, bringing his wet face to mine.

"Good pie, Kylie." He smacked his lips and kissed me, letting my lick
him inside his mouth, searching for the little bit of our sex that he
hadn't swallowed. 

I kissed his face, dragging my tongue over his smooth white skin,
loving the way his big hard body felt on top of mine. He was going to
fuck me again, I knew it as I could feel his cock throbbing once more
against my body while we just lay on that bed, looking at each other.
I wanted him inside me all the time, and the idea that he was going to
make me pregnant was scary and thrilling, and still much more of a
fantasy than reality. It hadn't sunk in yet, the whole idea that I'd
met a guy, fallen in love, gotten engaged, and now maybe pregnant all
in less time than it takes to drive from one end of the Twin Cities to
the other. That was outrageous.

"Now I know what a cream pie is." I smiled and Dave was nodding,
stroking my hair as he leaned on his elbows, his chest against my
breasts and legs straddling my thighs.

"I have a sperm fetish." He said. "I want to see you full of it, all
the time."

"Full of sperm?" I grinned.

"All the time, yeah."

"I hope you have some big balls." I giggled.

"Not just mine." Dave said gently, looking for my reaction.

"What?" I stopped giggling then.

"You can fuck other guys." He told me seriously. "I like it."

"You want me to cheat on you?" I laughed, but only because I didn't
totally believe him. "I'm pretty totally monogamous."

"It's not cheating if I want you to do it." Dave kissed me. "I don't
want to see it, I don't want to know about it..."

"Then what..."

"...I just want to see that little black pussy of your full of cum." He
smiled. "I want to finger that slutty little hole when I see you after
classes and feel you filled with fresh sperm."

"You're kidding, right?" I asked.

"No, not at all." He shook his head. "If you suck a guy's cock, I want
to taste it on your tongue."

"But that's another guy." I protested.

"No, it's not." He said. "It's all you."

"And you're not gonna get mad?" I stuck my tongue out at him. "Come
on."

"I promise." Dave licked at my tongue but I pulled it back quickly. 

"So..." I narrowed my eyes. "...If I went downstairs right now and sucked
some guy off, you wouldn't care?"

"Nope."

"And if I came back to you with a mouth full of hot sperm, you'd kiss
me?"

"I'd suck it out of your nigger mouth." He grinned.

"And swallow it?" 

"Yeah, well, we'd share it." Dave shrugged.

"God! That is so weird!" I laughed.

"You don't like it?" He asked.

"What? No, it's great." I lifted my head and kissed him. "I just never
heard of that before. You suck other guys out of my pussy too?"

"Oh yeah." Dave nodded. "I love a hot cream pie."

"Fresh?"

"Fresh is best, but I'm not going to complain."

"What about my ass?" I bit my lip.

"Your ass is mine, remember?" He nodded. "But don't worry, I'll clean
up after I'm done."

"You're insane." I laughed.

"Maybe." Dave sighed. "You want to fuck me, or do you want to go suck
off some guy downstairs?"

"Heh!" I shook my head. "You're not...Gay, are you?"

"Gay?" He laughed. "No, I'm just into you, and seeing your face
covered with sperm, your tits, your cunt...Fuck, Kylie, you don't know
what that does to me."

"Oh, I have a pretty good idea." I smiled, feeling his cock hard as
steel against me. Dave was seriously turned on talking about this.

"I'm going to fuck you." He decided. "And leave that sperm inside, let
you walk around the party for awhile like that."

"Ohhh...Can I wear panties?" I giggled.

"No, baby. A slut like you doesn't need panties anymore." Dave
laughed. "I'm going to throw them all away."

"Am I slut?"

"You tell me." He licked his lips. "Are you going to fuck a lot of
guys?"

"All of them." I grinned.

"Promise?"

"I'm going to be the biggest slut in town." I promised. "But only for
white cock, okay?"

"It's all the same to me." Dave laughed.

"Not to me." I told him. "And after I know I'm pregnant?"

"Hmmm?"

"I'm going to get gang-banged." I giggled. "I always wondered what
that would be like."

"You liar!" Dave laughed.

"I swear! I dream of it. Like ten guys, white guys, all fucking me all
night long...God!" I shook my head. "You like sperm, I like white cock.
I want it."

"We're a match made in heaven." Dave said. "Just let me clean you up
after, baby." 

"You know I will!" I nodded happily. "Hey. Where have you been all my
life, anyway?"

"You're just now wondering?" Dave kissed me. "I've been asking myself
that since the moment I saw you."

"I love you." I sighed, adjusting my hips as Dave pushed his cock
inside me slowly, easier this time and it felt perfect all over again.

"I love you too, Kylie." Dave kissed me the way I needed him to.

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