Erotic
2006-03-04
Wanda
Wanda was also something of a go-to girl. She told me I could come to her for sex almost any night I wanted her. She had just two requirements. First, I had to call before coming over. Second, she didn’t want me to have sex with another woman earlier in the evening, then come to her for a nightcap.
Wanda was a dark skinned, Hispanic girl with two small kids. She was a little on the plump side. No, she wasn’t plump. She was fat! But, that fat gave her one hell of a set of tits. Those tits were fun to bury my face in. Her big belly made a soft bed to lay on as I screwed her.
Wanda didn’t want to go out with me. Even when I told she could bring her kids, she refused to go out. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I wondered if she didn’t want to be seen going out with a white boy.
Anyway, I had a standing invitation to her bed, as long as it was after the kids went to sleep. Since we never went out, I’d take things to her when I visited.
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Sometimes a carry-out dinner, but usually bags of groceries for her and the kids. It only seemed right to help her out, since she was there when I wanted her. I hate to say it, but my nights with Wanda were boring. When I called, and said I was coming over, she’d let me in her front door, give me a quick kiss, and head for her bedroom. Just before climbing into bed, she’d drop her robe revealing her fat, naked, body. She’d pull the covers back and invite me to join her.
As I climbed in beside her, she pulled me up close, and I would start sucking on one of her big tits. She said she liked that. It reminded her of nursing her babies.
About the time I had gotten her nipples good and hard, she’d spread her legs, and say, "I’m horny! Will you fuck me, now?" Wanda didn’t waste time.
I’d roll on top of that big ole belly of hers, and, without much hesitation or romance, stick my cock fully into her pussy.
In short order, I was pumping away in Wanda. She grunted with every thrust, but she didn’t respond any other way. She just laid there as I’d slammed deep into her cunt and dumped my load of cum. Wanda would hug me as I came.
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When I finished cuming, she’d pat my ass, kissed me, and pull the covers back.
That was my cue. It was time to go. As I left her room, she always said the same thing. "Please, lock the door, and come back soon. "
I never understood Wanda. If she wanted to fuck, why didn’t she participate a little more? If not, why did she invite me over. After a while, I figured what the hell, She was better than masturbating, but not much.
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