It was wonderful. Her cunt was on fire. The pressure in it mounting, driving her on. Still, she wondered if this was the time to let Mr. White fuck her cunt and take her virginity.
She pulled his cock out of her mouth and it dripped in her hand. She quickly opened her blouse and hugged his thick wet cock to her bare breasts, rubbing the hard, hot tip all over her nipples.
Wanda loved the wetness of it as it slid around her breasts and hardened nipples. She looked up at Mr. White with love in her eyes as she fondled his balls and fingered his asshole with her free hand.
'Oh, Wanda, my darling, you look so sexy down there on your knees… so perfectly lewd with your blouse open and your breasts hanging out. I love it… I love you darling.'
Wanda took his cock back into her warm mouth. What he had just said sounded almost word for word like the real estate agent in the story of Angela, she thought.
She continued to suck as he urged her on. “Bite it, Wanda, suck hard, bite down with your teeth.” She toyed with the idea of positioning her own spiked heel below her cunt. She could kneel down until it pushed through the crotch of her sheer panties and fuck her own heel until she came, all the while sucking on Mr. White's cock.
Oh, the idea of sucking cock in a Greenwich Village hallway with the real estate agent of the building and fucking her own cunt with her spiked high heel was simply astonishing!
'Wanda… Wanda could I come into your mouth?” he asked in a weak voice. Mr. White was trembling.
She took her mouth off his cock and studied it. “You'd drown me.'
'Oh no, I wouldn't… I'd be careful.'
'Well, I'd rather you did it up my ass or in my cunt,” she said. Just then, a wild fear shot through them both as the front door was suddenly flung open!
Instantly, Mr. White fell to his knees to both disguise the fact that his enormous cock was thrusting through his open fly. “We'll find that key, yet, Miss Jones.” he exclaimed brightly. His eyes signaled Wanda to make some effort at closing her blouse.
As soon as the tenant passed, looking down with suspicion in her eyes, Mr. White stood up and helped Wanda.
'That was quick thinking.'
'Thank you, my dear.” In the sudden shock, all his lust had evaporated and his prick had softened.
'Well, I suppose we might get on upstairs so we can be ready for the Castro delivery people.'
Wanda's passions had also cooled at the intrusion.
'Yes,” she replied gently. She smiled and took his hand as they climbed the stairs together.
At her floor, Wanda saw that her door was open and there, she could see, was the brand new Castro, all nicely arranged in the front bedroom. She shouted with glee, hugging herself.
Mr. White entered the apartment and looked around. He'd once lived in this apartment himself. It had access to many windows. He couldn't even remember all the free bohemian sex shows he'd seen while lying in bed just where Wanda's new Castro was.
This apartment was a peeping Tom's paradise and for an exhibitionist, it was better than Macy's windows. There were dozens of apartments from which one could look and see into Wanda's windows.
But now, with no rug and no curtains, it looked bare. He'd have to do something about that.
'Wanda,” he said evenly, taking her into his outstretched arms, “if you tell me what my first name is, what the initial stands for, I'll have the whole place painted, the floors sanded, a new electric kitchen put in and even bookcases made for that alcove over there.'
Wanda almost collapsed. These words were like those in that Mary Love novel.
'I will say it,” she said, but first she kneeled down. She took out his throbbing cock, kissed the tip sweetly and then looked up into his gleaming, bright eyes.
'It's Homer.'
CHAPTER XVII
Mr. White felt flustered. But he was also impressed, very much so.
'Wanda,” he said, “I won't ask you how you learned my name, but it is indeed miraculous. And since you know it, everything I promised, and more will be yours.'
He scratched his head. How on earth did she ever find out? It must be occult. Except for Mrs. Alice Long, they knew no one in common… of course! That must be it! He had to smile. He began to laugh aloud, in explosive bursts of rich, hearty laughter. What a fool he'd been not to think of that.
But so what, he told himself. Wanda had been uncommonly kind to him. He would never meet another woman like her. Besides, what else did he have to do with all his money?
Mr. White hugged Wanda. Her chin was buried in his shoulder as he put her down on the floor and slid his hands up under her skirt.
His huge fingers caressed the flesh beneath her skirt, and Wanda could feel them pulling at the elastic of her panties. She looked up at him with soft, liquid eyes.
'My panties are all soaking wet, Andy.'
In the porn novel, Angela had used her sopping wet, come-soaked panties to a good end.
'That excites me,” he responded. He pulled up her blouse and rubbed her bare breasts against his manly chest.
'Me too.'
He kissed her warm, silky neck and she giggled because it tickled pleasantly. Wanda could easily feel his enormous prick throbbing inside his pants and she knew how hot and smoldering it was. She could also smell the musky scent of her own sex as she writhed against him, rocking and swaying gently. She loved the feel of his cock against her pubic mound. They swayed in a different, slower rhythm, and she could feel it coming up between the fleshy lips of her cunt. She ached to have him inside her.
'I'm going to fuck you, Wanda.'
'Oh, I want you to. I'm dying for a fuck, Mr. White.'
'But you realize, my little darling,” he said gently, his hands clutching her buttocks beneath her panties, pulling her lovely asscheeks wide apart so that Wanda could feel cool air fanning over her hot, moist anus, “that you're a virgin… and I'll be your first. That has a tremendous significance.'
'Oh yes. I do. And I hunger for your sweet cock. I want your prick to fill my cunt, all of it, even your thick heavy balls,” she said in a throaty, hoarse whisper.
Wanda felt the tip of his thick index finger toying with her asshole and she wondered if she should say some hot, sexy things to Andy. On rereading some sections of the Mary Love novel, she had found that Angela, who claimed not to have been anal erotic at all when she first met her real estate agent, turned out to be so anal erotic that she developed a greedy craving to have her cunt and asshole fucked at the same time.
She looked up into Mr. White's eyes as his finger sank ever-so-slowly into her twitching, tingling asshole.
'I wish that was your cock,” she sighed.
'Wanda, do you really?'
'I'm like a bitch in heat.'
'Oh Wanda, let me… let me, darling. My cock's hungry for your little anus.'
Again Wanda was struck by the similarity of his words to those of the real estate agent Angela had met and fallen in love with.
'Oh, yes, Mr. White,” she cooed, “we can do it on my new convertible.'
Mr. White's cock throbbed madly in Wanda's fingers as they stood there in the empty apartment in full view of the neighbors through the large, uncurtained windows.
Wanda wondered how many eyes were peeping from behind the curtains in her neighbors’ windows, how many cocks were being held and squeezed by masturbating fists and how many fingers were being manipulated in hot, wet cunts.
Without another word, Wanda took off all her clothes, except for her high heels and her sagging ungartered nylons. She loved being undressed. Glancing up quickly, she was able to catch one of the neighbors’ curtains
