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In Al’s bedroom
Wanda found he had a collection of photos of him playing football, high school and for JBC; trophies, framed magazine covers, and posters. His bed was covered with a New York Giants’ bedspread. His telephone was a Giants’ helmet.
“Look at you...Mister Football Player.”
“Shit, that ain’t the only thing I play.”
“What, you can hum with something wet and tasty in your mouth?”
“Hum and sing while chewing.”
“Really now?”
“Sweetheart, you about to find out. Then I am going to play your plumber, lay some pipe.”
“I used to date a football player in high school. He wasn’t all that so don’t be bragging and come up short.”
“Sheet. Ain’t a damn thing in this house short.”
Her eyes warmed and sparkled. She smiled invitingly. “I want to feel this big thing up in me.”
“You smoke?”
“I do that.” She loved that he didn’t just ripped their clothes off and fuck her silly. He was moving nice and slow. Oh yes, this fool is getting some of a lot of pussy.
She watched him reveal his stash of bud and she liked that it was steam-free and fragrant. She said, “Since you buying, I’ll roll.”
“Good girl!”
He handed her an ESPN magazine, a little knife, two cigars and of course the weed.
“And let me put on something for the occasion.”
He fished through his CDs and, “Bam.” He put in the new Jamie Foxx.
“Oh, see you definitely trying to fuck tonight.”
“You think I ain’t when I am?”
Al admired how she smoked his good weed. She hit the blunt with deep drags, taking the drug to her head and then letting it flow out after it did some good to her mind. She was official.
“Come on, I want to see some ass.”
“Then I suggest you go around the corner to Queen City.”
“Come on. I got ones for you.”
“You gotta ask me nicer than that. Plenty of fools got money.”
Al came up closer to her. “I ain’t from plenty and I am far from a fool.”
She giggled. And she thought what the hell? They were not going to sit there and smoke and not fuck. She slowly began undressing. She unfastened and her jeans, revealing the very thick triangle of black turf where her thighs and belly met. She pulled her panties back up as the jeans came off. She stepped out of the bundled pants, her tits swaying.
Unveiled, she was slim although very feminine and awesomely shaped. Purple on that body was like a sudden spring day after a harsh New York winter. Then she went to take off her alluring underwear.
“No, what you doing? Leave that thong on.”
“For what?’
“Just do it.”
She did as told.
Al grunted in admiration. “Beautiful ass.”
Wanda folded her things with care as she stacked them on the chair beside the bed.
“Now, undress me.”
“You funny with these orders,” she said while moving to do as told.
Wanda helped him with his shorts, kneeling in front of him and his penis bounced free.
“Ew we, look at that.”
“Shit is impressive, I know.”
She giggled. “You so damn silly.”
“And you so damn fucking sexy. A fucking dime-piece. Now that we done talked about us, could you say hello to my big friend?”
“You really think I am a dime-piece?’
“Oh, most def. You at the top of the scale and you ain’t even naked.”
“So what you want to do?”
“Whatever.”
“Naw, don’t say whatever ‘cause I will damn sure take it there.”
“Whatever.”
“Get on your knees.”
She did.
She loved working a dick. It was artistry, for her. She’d make her hands soft and flexible, her mouth wet and her throat strong and willing.
And, in her world, there was nothing like a big one and Alfred Haines, college football player, had a large and long one. She loved that it thickened in her grasp. The longer she handled it the hornier she got.
She started by licking the shaft.
“No hands,” Al ordered.
Her mouth taking him in as if she was hungry and didn’t know how to eat. This was the feeling men loved, she knew. She slowly licked the top of his penis. Her tongue swirled around the enlarged head then she drenched his balls with saliva.
“Put a little more in there. Open up.”
She took his dick to back of her throat. Her throat muscles function as she consumed him. Making his long shaft vanish.
“That’s what I’m talking about. Now suck that shit up.”
Holding her throat and the back of her head with his strong hands.
“You can open your eyes. I know you like it. Brush your teeth with my dick.”
Wanda was savoring his dick. She loved that Al’s dick was too big to take whole into her mouth but she damn sure tried. The first one she’d had this big and strong in a while...she had been meeting too many drunks that couldn’t hang with her wild and live libido.
Al fucked her in the mouth and then took control to shoot on her face nicely.
The upright organ glistened, then jerked, the first spurt shooting to pool in Wanda’s shallow navel, immediately beginning to trickle downward across her belly in a sticky trail toward her shaved genitals.
He kissed her mouth, full tongue and lips.
Wanda was truly amazed. This was a freak she was with, she admitted for the umpteenth time. Wanda had been freaky from a very young age. She loved to do freaky things. She liked to have fun whenever she could get some, but most often she’d meet up with a guy that was intimidated by her. And the result would be either the guy would not be able to keep up with her nasty pace, or he would treat her like a slut. None had the charisma or stamina that Al was showing in round one.
She had been right about him from first sight, and she liked this guy.
While she was considering all this about him, Al had caught his breath and was at her breasts, nibbling away at skin and nipples alike.
“Eight minutes on my shit, you done broke records.”
“You lasted eight minutes, ain’t that a record too?”
“Don’t get cute and get smacked.”
“You the first man to nut in my face,” Wanda claimed.
“For real? I ain’t believing that. As good as you are? Who could last long enough to not. Unless you like swallowing?”
“You, for you I could do that. You one of the good ones.”
“Right, right. You trippin’. How you know I’m good?”
“My dick-dar. You on my scope.”
“Shut up.”
“That’s why I ain’t fucking you.”
Wanda’s mouth popped open in shock. “Oh, yeah right, motherfucker. You think you gonna tease me, I’ll bust your ass in here. I ain’t no silly freshman.”
Al laughed.
“I ain’t no joke in here to be giggling to.”
“You gonna get what I give you. Believe that, sweet boo.”
“Oh, you silly.” She moved back in and crowded him so that he had to lay back. She took his penis in one gulp and popped it out of her mouth. “Wake him up, you got work to do.”
“That’s what you doing right now. Relax, let it happen.”
Just as she had sucked him nice and hard again, he moved away and popped out of her mouth.
She smiled, anticipating a good lay.
Al laid her down on the bed and began to kiss her neck down to her breasts. He took his time and paid special attention to each nipple. When he was satisfied that she was aroused, he continued to move into the lower region of her body. When he was a few inches past her navel, Wanda lifted her hips from the bed to assist him in taking off her thong, which was the only article of clothing that remained on her body. Once the skimpy undergarment was out of the way, Wanda spread her legs as far apart as she possibly could, revealing a freshly shaved pussy.
“Damn. Come on, Mommy, let me eat that and do you right.”
“See, now you talking like you got good sense. Go ahead and do that.”
Al laughed. “You spoiled like a fuck.”
“And? You trying to think I shouldn’t be?”
“Oh, no doubt. You can get it.”
“So shut up and fill that mouth up.”
Al grinned and began his voyage south. He stopped at her flat belly, licked the length of her belly necklace. Her skin was firm and her body well trained; she didn’t jump at his touch but she sure did purr. He pressed his mouth into her sex and breathed in the delicately mucky fragrance which was spiked by perfume. He licked Wanda’s thighs, going as far as her flawless knees.
“Go ahead, now. Stop playing...”
“Relax. I run this.”
Al slowly licked until her vagina parted like the red sea.
“Why you playing with me?”
“Cause you sexy as a fuck when you mad.”
“Stop making me mad. Dogs get mad, why don’t you make me cum.”
Al held Wanda by the thighs so that she couldn’t close her legs even if she wanted to. She was propped up on her elbows moaning uncontrollably and anxiously anticipating his next move. Al started at the bottom of her slit with his tongue and slowly licked his way up until he struck gold, her clitoris. He began making small circles around her clit with his tongue while at the same time sucking on it, until Wanda was digging her nails into the back of his neck.
“Oh Al, oh, that shit is good. I am loving your tongue... I want this in me.”
“Get it hard again.”
She sucked him then slid a condom on like a hundred dollar stripper.
“I want you on top,” Al ordered.
“You ain’t said nothing but words.”
The ride was crazy-good.
Al’s penis burrowed into her warm, wet sex, going all the way in a single thrust. Her lovely thighs squeezed his muscular thighs. He groaned when that snug splendor overtook him. She groaned from his masterful push. Solid cock occupied her. She trembled around that hard thing. Feeling it take her, yielding to that splitting sensation. Grinding her hips into his body, taking all he had when she knew it would hurt so good was exhilarating and dizzying. She had her hand on his throat, her eyes were pained, and she was panting.
Her sex sucked him into its vigorous warmth. She knew what she was doing, and he liked that about her. Wanda had a way of moving, snapping her hips forward and back, while giving a little circular twist. This made it feel as if his penis were being pulled and tugged, or gulped at by some wondrously soft, muscular mouth.
“Oh, that dick...”
Al relished her guttural responses. He craved to have her sexy, strong mentality focused all on him. He was on his knees above her watching her absorb his full length and her full breasts bounce all about. He slid his palm down the flat expanse of her stomach and teased the flesh around her belly button.
He responded by rocking her clinging body, causing her breasts to shake up and down. He heard her breath quicken. He fucked her harder.
“Come on,” he taunted her, “Talk shit.”
He held her sexy ankles apart, ear high.
He moved in and pounded her to tears.
“Say shit now.”
He brought her left foot to his face and licked the strawberry tattoo.
“Who you was messing with, wide receivers? This is a linebacker you fucking with now!”
As if in pain, she replied, “You silly.”
“And you coming.”
“I know...”she panted between labored breaths. “I know.”