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I Love Your Smile
by Geminiguy (geminiguy7.hotmail.co.uk@gmail.com)

***

This story is about a white pro football player 
who gets with a Black girl. (M/f-teen, ped, 
intr, 1st) 

***

Am I a religious person? Well, that's a hard question 
to answer. If you asked me do I go to church, I'd say 
yes to that. But do I go because I'm religious? Kind 
of. I see other reasons that better fit why I go. One 
is that I was raised going to church. It's - as some 
say - "in my blood".

And another reason is I see the other parishioners as 
my extended family. I grew up with most of them. Some 
of them see me as family also, though some just love 
me because I'm a top pro-football.

That in itself is another I come to church, the pastor 
insists the other parishioners only come to see me. I 
roll my eyes because I truly doubt it, but who am I to 
argue with him?

I'll admit, it's always nice to see the people I grew 
up with at the church every Sunday [except if I have 
an away game].

And it's nice to see the new faces who've started 
coming the past ten, fifteen years or so.

One guy who comes is an ex-basketball player. He's 
married but I don't think I've ever seen his wife. 
They have several children but only two have been 
coming to church regularly this past year or so.

The oldest is his son who has a learning disability. 
He's nineteen but looks and acts a lot younger.

He's the oldest, his younger sister who comes is 
thirteen. Her name is Shanice.

Being a bit of a celebrity, the teenagers in the 
church love to talk to me, that is if they're not shy 
or too "starstruck". I enjoy talking to the teenagers. 
They have a lot to say and some is it is pretty smart 
stuff.

But it's not just WHAT they have to say that interests 
me. Some of those girls are hot! Especially the black 
girls, and there are a lot in our church.

Shanice fits the bill perfect on that. She's not 
superhot, but she's not average either. Shanice is at 
that age where she's fighting the pimple problem, her 
forehead is always heavily pimpled, but I don't think 
it detracts from her beauty.

But, on the other hand, I get the feeling Shanice 
thinks it does. And she's one of those shy girls, too.

I love talking to her after services as I do other 
parishioners. Shanice will talk to me but doesn't say 
much. I like to tease her about having the same name 
as the Rand B singer who was big in the early 
nineties. Shanice had those hits "I Love Your Smile" 
and "Saving Forever For You". Our Shanice DOES have a 
smile I love, I'm always able to get her to smile.

"I love it when you smile," I told her after services 
today. "It adds to your beauty."

Shanice looked embarrassed. "I'm not beautiful," she 
said, shaking her head.

"Yes you are, Shanice," I said firmly. Lowering my 
voice, I added "If you were a few years older..."

Shanice turned her head to look at me. She like this 
look in her eyes... "What?"

"If you were a few years older and we were somewhere 
else, I'd be all over you."

Shanice gave me that smile I love so much which lit up 
her face. "Really?"

"Yes, really."

Lowering her voice, Shanice said, "That made my 
nipples hard..."

"I want to see," I replied, smiling.

She looked embarrassed but even more so pleased by my 
remark. "Can we... Can we meet somewhere?"

I smiled again. "I'd love that." I'd been to her 
father's house many times years ago when he was still 
playing basketball, long before his injury. I asked if 
they still lived there. Shanice nodded.

"I'll go home and switch to my truck. I'll park around 
the block and wait for you there, sneak out and meet 
me."

Shanice nodded grinning conspiratorially.

I left and headed home.

I parked my Cherokee in the garage and jumped in my 
specially made Silverado, which cost me an extra 
bundle but was so worth it. Hey, I'm a big guy, 6'8 
and 285 lbs., I need the extra room.

I backed out of my garage and drove over to Shanice's 
neighborhood, parking where I told her I would. My 
windows are tinted and most of the home on this block 
were empty, so I wasn't too worried about attracting 
undue attention.

I popped in a Daughtry CD as I waited for Shanice to 
appear, which I didn't expect to be all that long. I 
had told her I'd leave the passenger door unlocked so 
she can just climb in.

When she finally showed up she laughed.

"You weren't kidding about climbing in!" She said. The 
tires are a bit bigger than the usual Silverado tires 
so you do have to step up into my truck, especially if 
you're about average height like Shanice.

"I'd've expected you'd be listening to Shanice," She 
teased.

"You expected wrong," I grinned, then stuck out my 
tongue. "I'm a rocker, baby."

"I like rock music myself," Shanice admitted.

We both got quiet after that. I looked Shanice over. 
She had changed out of her skirt and shoes and put on 
shorts and sneakers but had on the same blouse. I 
could tell Shanice had some overdeveloped tits for her 
age though her blouse wasn't tight.

Eventually Shanice blurted "Did you mean it when you 
said you wanted to see my nipples?"

"Did you mean it when you said I'd made them hard?" I 
retorted.

"Did you mean it when you said you'd be all over me?"

"Yes."

Shanice unbuttoned her blouse, exposing her large 
black bra. She took a deep breath and flipped her bra 
up. Her D-cup tits tumbled out. They were high and 
firm, her areolaes large and round, darker than her 
skin. And her nipples WERE hard, they were huge, very 
long and thick.

I slid one hand around Shanice, pulling her to me. She 
gasped. My other hand slid between her legs as I 
swopped down to suck on her left nipple. Shanice 
moaned loudly.

I sucked on her nipple hard as she shyly and slowly 
brought her hand to my crotch and felt my cock.

"Take it out," I said huskily as I switched to her 
right nipple.

Shanice just as slowly got my pants open and slid my 
hard cock out of my boxers.

She gasped. "It's so big!"

"I'm sure you're used to big cocks," I replied.

"No," Shanice said. I let go of her nipple and looked 
up at her. "I've never seen one before..."

"You're a virgin, Shanice?" She nodded. "Maybe I 
should stop then."

"No!" She cried out. "I'm ready. I - I want to do it 
right now."

"Are you sure?"

Shanice nodded.

"Then let's go in the backseat."

I had one of the two-row Silverados and I had a larger 
backseat put just for occasions like this.

We slid in back and I began slid off my pants and 
unbuttoned my shirt, throwing off my tie. Shanice took 
off her shorts and panties and let them slide to the 
floor.

Damn, her pussy was hairy! My cock throbbed achingly.

Shanice lay back on the seat and spread her legs. I 
moved forward and rubbed her pussy.

She was already wet. Shanice moaned. I began to rub 
her clit as I brought two fingers to the entrance of 
her pussy.

"Mmmm..."

I rubbed her clit more vigorously as I moved my 
fingers into her slowly.

Shanice gasped and closed her eyes. Her hips moved up 
and down on the seat. 

When the tips of my fingers touched her hymen I 
stopped. I rubbed her clit harder and Shanice threw 
her head back and her body wouldn't stay still. It 
wasn't long before she came. At the moment, I popped 
my fingers through her hymen and she didn't seem to 
notice.

Before Shanice's orgasm subsided, I slid my blood-
covered fingers out of her and climbed on top of her. 
I slid my cock into her and we started to fuck.

Shanice opened her eyes. "Oh, wow," She moaned. "We're 
really doing it, aren't we?"

I nodded and fucked Shanice harder. She came again. 
Her body shook and spasmed under me. I fucked her a 
good thirty minutes before I came in her heavily. We 
rested a minute or two before I started up once more.

Forty minutes later Shanice's exhaustion was obvious. 
We were both slick with sweat as I pumped my second 
load of jizz into her young pussy.

Spent, I pulled out and slid off of her, sitting on 
the backseat. Shanice sat up and pressed her ebony 
body against me.

"Mmmm, that was great!" She squealed.

"It definitely was," I agreed.

"When can we do it again?"

"Anytime you can sneak away, baby," I answered. "And 
if you've got time, we can do it again in a few 
minutes."

"Yeah, I want to do it again," Shanice gushed. "Maybe 
even up my butt..."

My cock twitched at the thought of that... 

THE END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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