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Al came back
into the room and found that Wanda had lit a fresh blunt.
She was sitting up in his bed, a sheet covering her lower half, smoking the pungent herb like an English aristocrat puffing on a Chesterfield.
She looked to be exhausted, sitting up butt-ass naked. She had been trying to diminish the flames of her passion that were still raging in her by watching a little television but that didn’t work. Wanda was a sexual psychopath, a creature whose main concern was sensual pleasure. Conscious of her own burning needs, she had to wonder if she had indeed met her match in Al. The thought frightened her because if true, she had no plans of leaving that man’s bedroom.
Al said. “You smoking all my broccoli?”
Wanda giggled. “Just wetting the tip for you. I thought you like my lips on your shit.”
“I do,” he grinned. “Look at you...my baby looking out for me.”
She handed him the blunt, her hardened, reddened nipples swaying.
“Damn, you got some nice tits.”
“Shit, and I thought you didn’t notice.”
“You see me with a dog and a cane?”
“You haven’t touched my girls at all,” she said.
“Oh, we not done.”
“What is all that stuff?” she took a long, greedy drag and then offered the blunt. “What you got, making a sandwich? I am a little hungry.”
Al took the blunt right to the head; he inhaled two long drags, cracking the burning weed. and .
“What, is it lunch time?”
“These my props,” he said.
“What you think you are going to do with that cucumber?”
“Ah, you’ll see. Feel, I mean.”
“Oh, no I won’t.”
“Relax.” Al took the blunt and dragged deeply. “And stop telling me how shit is going to go down.”
“Crazy.”
“And only my sweet mother can call me crazy.”
“Because she know.”
Al handed off the weed, took hold of a slice of bread. He slid down the bed, along her sleek body.
Sitting up, with her back to the wall and legs spread, Wanda smoked and watched. She was hoping this man knew how to dine-bread or no bread. She hadn’t met a New Yorker that liked the fine art of oral sex.
Al plopped the slice over her hair crotch and proceeded to eat it out.
“Easy, easy with them teeth.”
He leaned up to say, “Don’t tell me what to do.”
“But be easy.”
“You ain’t hearing me.” Al puffed another smoke cloud across the room. “No instruction.”
With the center of the slice eaten out, the bread was disappearing and Al was now eating at her freely. Her thighs widened for him. Although Al could barely taste the white bread, it was her reaction to him eating that he got caught up in. How her body responded. He nibbled at her protruding clit, his tongue swirled around it.
“Mmmmm,” Al hummed, burying his face between her legs.
He heard her sigh then.
Wanda’s features twisted.
Al nosily gulped her nectar. Wanda oozed into his mouth. He stuck his tongue into her spongy squish.
“Shit. Damn,” Wanda said as she bucked uncontrollably. “A finger, God, put a finger in there,” she said grinding at his face.
It sounded like a good idea, Al grinned. He encountered no resistance. Wet, her sex readily sucked him to the knuckle. She was sopping, he mused. Al moved away for a second and the cool air replaced his warm breath.
Wanda begged him not to stop.
“I’m right here, chill.” Al was back at her in seconds.
He peeled the banana slowly. He kissed the inside of her thigh and she shook in response.
“Gurl, damn.”
“Stop playing,” she giggled in embarrassment.
He parted her womanhood and fed her the cleanly white fruit. In and out of her. Her hips were gently gyrating; she was fucking that piece of fruit, riding it, as well as any porn star could have. He leaned in and took one of her aching nipples into his mouth. That was it, the cherry on top of the Sundae. Wanda bucked sharply; her slender body shuddered and the lush hips shifted and moved with unconscious reaction to stimulation.
“You got that grown pussy,” Al told her softly. He watched her quiver as he got up to prepare to get her. He slapped a condom on his aching cock with quickness. He was as ready as she was for the real to happen.
“You finished teasing me?” she asked.
“Quit with the questions.”
“Stop playing...” Wanda sang while soaking that banana. “I want to feel you in me.”
“Relax. You not running shit up in here. Do as told.”
He moved to tower over her and fed her his penis while he ate the banana.
Wanda cooed, letting herself go limp as he moved in over her. She was quite content to let Al have his way with her.
“I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU!” Wanda sang under steady pounding.
Al had her on her back, ankles at his shoulders, her ass jutted off from the bed. He was deep in her, holding her neck and hammering away. He smirked deviously, “It’s my dick you love. You don’t love me.”
He crossed her legs and pinned them to her stomach, and she was open for him to enjoy. He drove in deeper and deeper. He was long stroking her fast and strong until her eyes crossed in bliss.
“Why you so fucking wet?” he was saying, “I thought you was all that? Whippin’ playboys and shit, having fools buy you shit. Shit, you ain’t nothing but a sweetie. Go ahead and submit. Go ‘head and tell me it. Go ‘head, I own this, right?”
“Ew, I am still coming!” she relented. “It’s yours. It’s yours. God, it’s yours!”
He moved her body sideways, still up in her strong. He enjoyed the throbbing of her sex. He ran his fingers over her rounded ass. He parted the cheeks and slid a finger in.
“I want this...”
“You can, you can, you can...” she was singing.
“Damn right. Like I was asking. On your knees.”
“Don’t ram me,” she said while moving into the doggy position.
“Don’t tell me what to do like you paying me. You paying?”
“No...”
“Then shut up and enjoy it.”
He pushed her back to bend her over more, toward the bed. She sent her hands out to brace herself on the mattress. Wanda was crying out, he was hitting her hard and steady. She loved it.
Al held her in place by her slender love handles.
He spanked Wanda hard, and she laughed as her ass-cheeks jiggled in ripples. His smacks turned her rounded ass an enticing scarlet and had her heart racing. It hurt, she panicked, but it felt damn good too.
“Don’t fight me,” he told her, riding into her good. He pulled her up by her hair, reached under and held her chin to bring even closer to her pounding.
“Oh, God, oh, God,” she was panting but when he expanded in her and drove too far she began screaming.
Al was barking at her, “Go ‘head and yell. Let your girl know what’s good.”