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The aftermath of
the last orgasm had left Wanda with a feeling of drunkenness and she was agreeable when Al had nodded off while she washed his lovely penis. She cuddled next to him and she was asleep as soon as she closed her eyes; and she slept with a smile on her face.
She slept dreamlessly but not for long.
After an hour in the Al’s bedroom, spent mostly on his bed, the suspicion was beginning to dawn on Wanda that, in the realm of erotic prowess, she had met her master. Going into her third hour in there, she knew it for a certainty.
Wanda had promised herself that she wouldn’t be sucking new guys for at least three months after meeting them. Al killed that promise.
Wanda halfway liked that he was in a deep sleep. Shit, she smirked, her good loving done put that fool in a coma. But she was worried about what’s next. Was he only going to call for some more ass? Were they never going to be seen out in the world together? Would she care? Would she be cool to be a booty call?
Yes, Wanda Bell was fearful about the prospect that some dude would not be into her after hours of sex. Why would a guy like Al be trying to see her again after he had already scored, already done hit her every way possible? He had a nice selection of brown females right outside his door.
She didn’t want no boyfriend, she reminded herself, not yet. One on one was for later, and dudes change when you become theirs, she also had to remember. It was still time to have fun, go out, meet dudes. So many guys with money in Atlanta, all possible friends with benefits that she just couldn’t be down for one just over some great sex.
Great sex, she nodded. She loved he wasn’t easy on her. He was all man, all in charge. His wasn’t the biggest or the longest but damn he was certainly the best. He was hitting her just right.
Then again, she thought, maybe it was the weed. That was the best she’d smoked in awhile.
Whatever it was, the thinking and considering aroused her all over again. She pulled the sheet off her sleeping hero and exposed his sleeping weapon. It was nice...but was it the reason she was coming so much, and wanting to be in his life for more than future booty calls?
She absentmindedly ran a hand over his crotch and her mouth watered. She slid down his muscular body and kissed him alive. As it grew thicker she kept at it. She smiled in victory as his cock pulsated in her grip.
“Yeah,” Al gasped. He rocked his hips. Her lips disbursed an electrical flow.
Descending to the bottom, Wanda filled her mouth and pulled. Her tongue slithered along his underside, her teasing tickle launching a frenzied pulse. Up and down that dick she went, bringing him to the peak of rigidity.
Al sat up like a mummy summoned from the dead.
“Well, hello,” she smiled.
“Damn you good.”
“Am I good enough to take out on a date or you just want to fuck me in this tiny, cell-like cubicle of a bedroom?”
Al moved in on her. He took hold of her ass, sliding his thick hands between her soft skin and the sheets and bed. “Sweetness,” he said, “you got my shit in your hands. Fuck you think I am going to say?”
She released him and punched him in his whole package.
“Damn, what?”
“Motherfucker, you think this is gravy over here? I am deeper than that shit!”
Wanda was dressing swiftly.
“What is wrong with you, woman?”
“I ain’t no fucking ho.”
“Who the fuck said you was?”
“You.”
“I did not. I mean, damn, you can’t just be asking questions while I’m all hard and shit.”
She stopped. She sighed. There she was, angry, with one leg in her jeans and her top on. She was tripping, ending the sweet day of great sex on a bad note. He’s only a man, a young man, he don’t know what’s what.
“Come on back over here,” he said.
“Why? Why should I?” she said, her voice softening with each word.
“Because you need some reassurance.” Al swung his legs around and dropped his big feet on to the floor. “Get your ass back over here and let me assure you that you loved in this cubicle.”
“Don’t fucking say that word.”
“I got love for you, for real.”
Wanda shook her head ever so slowly.
“Why I gotta lie? I already got you, got you good and nice.”
Al stood, his manhood swinging. He came over to her and she let him hug her.
“Wanda, we cool. We can go out. On the real, when I get some money, we can go out.”
“Okay,” Wanda said softly. “Okay. But you didn’t tell me you were broke.”
“I ain’t broke,” he swept her off her feet and carried her the two steps to his bed. “I just ain’t got no money right now, is all I am saying.”
He dropped her on his bed and she bounced. He got on right next to her and cuddled up to her.
“Alfred, we going to be cool, right? That’s all I am asking.”
“Wanda, shut up. You think I am just going to hit this for a few hours and that will be it? I am trying to see you again and I don’t mind spending some cheddar on your sweet ass.”
Wanda blinked away her tears. “Just tell me what’s really good. Are we cool?”
She turned her head cautiously to look at Al, he reached for her again, holding her close, tight as if he never wanted to let her go.
Warmed, fulfilled, complete, Wanda snuggled into the welcome of his body, curled into the haven of his arm. Whether he replied or not, she felt the love.
“Yeah, baby, we cool,” he said.
“Can I have some more?”
“You about to get a lot more.”
As if he’d been unleashed, Al covered her with all his body, thrust deep inside her. She felt him filling her, barreling into her as if he would drive straight through her back. Above her his face frowned, strained with urgency, tension. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, helping him, yielding to him, easing him.
There she was, performing fellatio for the third, or was it the fourth??? time that night. Was it the fourth time? She couldn’t believe it, but she could see herself doing it again later. As long as he wanted to screw her, and he needed help getting hard, she’d suck on him all night long.
Her sleeping companion was now straddling her body, a knee on either side of her body. His hands were under her head, which he had raised slightly, and against her lips, punching, prodding, trying to effect an entrance, was that invincible cock.
“Here, come take this.”
She opened her mouth and let it in. She had to open her jaws wide to accommodate him. Her lips were pressed to the tip of his penis as in a kiss of adoration and before she could react he spurted against he lips. At the hot wet contact she sucked her breath inward, her lips parting. She felt the second burst of completion against the back of her throat and swallowed the liquid heat.
“You the first man I ever swallowed and you ain’t buy me nothing yet.”
“First time for everything. You might be having to get a job, now that you in love with me.”
“Ew, you so full of yourself! Maybe I gotta job.”
“Where you dance?”
“Asshole.”
“Naw, tell me.”
“Never ask a woman you just met where she works unless you plan to pay a bill or two.”
“I don’t make plans, I ain’t grown, and I don’t pay bills I ain’t run up.”
“So then you must want to be alone tonight.”
Al smiled, “Shit, you know what? I fucking like you.”
Larry had been blowing up her tiny, pink cell phone anyway he could; he was texting and calling.
Wanda still liked Larry. He damn sure lost some cool points for standing her up the way he had, but she thought he would be easy to control once she got with him, as long as she left him with the idea that he was calling the shots.
She liked that Al didn’t seem to care that her phone was ringing every three minutes or so. He was strong in his game and not at all insecure about a new friend already having friends, she considered.
When it rang while they were taking a break, Wanda laughed. “I wonder who that might be.”
“You done whipped that fool.’
“Ciara?” Al sighed. “Get some real music on that shit.”
“Ciara is hot...” she moaned softly, her sultry eyes staring up at him.
“Ciara ain’t shit. You the one hot, baby.”
“Thank you.” She blushed, and the river of excitement was flowing down to her toes.
Wanda crawled over Al’s muscular chest to get her phone. She saw he had sent three texts since she last checked.
“Damn he sweating me. I should call him.”
“You busy, though,” Al lipped a blunt. “For real.”
“Yes, I am.” She laid her head on his chest. “But he got my back.”
“Then go to that pimpin’ then if you think I ain’t gonna take care of you.”
“Don’t get upset. Just tell me you got me.”
“Not off the rip. But if you nice I support nice.”
“But you want some ass the first time and then I am on your payroll? Like, what? You think I am living like that?”
“I don’t know how the fuck you living. That’s you. I’m trying to see how you living, for real on the strength. I’m saying, I am just trying to have fun with you, you feel me? If I eat, and you with me, you eat. I am saying, if I got, you got. But fuck that fool who is calling, is what I’m saying right now. You can go holler at that nigga some other time, if you choose. But right now it’s Friday night and you at my crib. Let’s party.”
“Damn, I love your New York ass!”
“Please. It’s the dick. The dick. You in love with my big, fat dick.”
“And? Like you don’t love where you put that thing?”
“Oh, no doubt. I’m lovin’ that shit, Ma.”
This time, Al rolled her over on her side and with his stomach against her back and his legs pressed against hers, he entered from behind, spoon style. His strong hands took hold of her slender hips; he held on while driving in and out. His controlled movements bringing a grunting sound of satisfaction from Wanda’s parted lips. Wanda nails gathered into the sheets. She moved her hands to grip skin, to feel the man sending her to yet another orgasm.
Al leaned in and wrapped his fingers around her throat. “Call me daddy while you nutting.”
“Ah,” she panted through labored breaths. She was filled up and she couldn’t move without feeling the sensation of an oncoming orgasm wash over her.
Al knew this, knew her agonizing; he could tell from experience, the way her body vibrated, she was coming nicely.
Al sped up, banging her hard she was moving to the edge of the bed, her head was reaching the wall, inch by inch. At his movement she went wild, seemingly totally out of control as her pelvis thrust back and forth and her vagina encased and released him in short smooth strokes.
“What you doing? Say what you doing?””
“I’m coming. Motherfucker, I am coming...coming on this dick.”
Al slid closer, plunging deeper. Then he pounded her into submission.
“It fucking feels good, Daddy.”
“Uh,” now Al was grunting.
When she began to pant, and her thighs began to tremble, he whispered, “I want this ass.”
“You can.” She couldn’t believe she said it.
Al didn’t pause. He pulled out and using her total wetness, slid right into a new spot.
Anal sideways...wow, was Wanda’s thinking.
Al was relentlessly hitting it, banging her
“Oh shit, I can’t believe it’s in my ass.”
She held rigid for a moment in her determination not to let herself go, but the feel of that hot stuff spurting inside of her worked havoc with her intentions and about the time the fourth or fifth jet hit her, and he throbbed inside, the brake slipped and she was off again!
She was crying and panting, “Co...Cah...Coming...Oh, I’m coming. Ahh!”
Her belly tensed and her nails raked his forearms.
“Don’t scratch me!” he barked.
She bent her fingers into a fist.
Al slowed to short, rapid strokes. It sank in and withdrew.
“On your knees,” he said.
She maneuvered, and sank on her knees and elbows. Before she could catch her breath, he had put on a new rubber and hitched himself to her.
Wanda began to pant again.
“Can you handle it?”
“Yeah.’
He put the rest into her with an appreciative groan. Her ass ached from the amount he planted. It fought to reject him, then eventually yielded to his insistent push. His hard hands pinned back her cheeks so he could follow the established connection.
He moved her hips, groaning as he sawed in and out.
“Yes. Yes...ew you got it. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop. I am going to come again...”
“I ain’t stopping.”
He tightened his grip on her hips and drove on. He said, “You giving this ass to anyone else?” Al’s voice came softly to her ears. “Speak while you nutting.”
“You got it only, it’s yours! Fuck this ass! Fuck it!”
“Oh, you like this?”
“Yes, yes, yes.”
He looked down at her long legs trembling.
“That’s what I want!”
Al’s head grew light as a feather. He wanted to keep on pounding, but he knew that he couldn’t. He was about to come. He pulled out of her ass, took off the condom, and sprayed her, all over Wanda’s heavenly flesh.
Al slipped out of the room and went into the bathroom. He came back fresh, having washed her loving off.
Wanda was astonished at him coming in clean and empty handed. “And you didn’t bring me a wash cloth, a wet towel, nothing?”
“My bad. I thought you had legs. Be right back.”
“So not funny.”
When he returned, he sat and cleaned her off with a warm cloth.
She cooed. “You are not gentle enough.”
“I don’t do nice.”
“A buster once offered me $1,000 just for anal...”
“Stupid motherfucker. Where he was from, Alabama?”
“...And this was after me telling him no twice.”
“You might need to be paying me for this dick.”
“Whatever. Conceited.”
She stretched out on the bed and considered he might be right. Then she thought she had given him anal for damn near twenty minutes. Fuck that, he will be paying.