Then Wanda noticed something startling. The hands fondling and jerking off his prick weren't his own. Whosewere they?
Craning her neck, she was able to see another naked figure. This person was standing behind the one in front. Was it a woman or a man?
God!Wanda shrieked to herself.It is another man! “Oh wow,” she sighed, and began to masturbate her clitoris in full view of the man who was now smiling in obvious enjoyment of getting fucked up his ass by his friend. He was also jerking off his huge cock for Wanda's benefit.
Oh, yes, Wanda had such nice neighbors! She was thrilled to death. She got up on her hands and knees and pulled her skirt up to her waist in order to bare her lovely naked buttocks so that the couple fucking on the next floor could see her cunt. She wanted them to see how hairy it was, and how soaking wet it was from the terrible fierce orgasms she'd had while Homer White was fucking her so beautifully up her own ass.
Wanda wondered if these men had seen her getting a cock up her ass? If they had, they knew how very much she had enjoyed it. Oh God, yes. Wanda had loved every stroke of Mr. White's cock, how it had bombarded her, how it had pounded up inside her hot nether hole, and how, when it had exploded, the violence had been so great that Wanda felt every spasm of the prick as it blasted hot sperm into her bowels. Wanda knew that Mr. White's come was still buried deep in her ass. The idea excited her very much.
She suddenly wished she were with the two men who were fucking across the courtyard. She'd be down on her knees so she could see the prick going into the asshole. And maybe, as Alice liked to do, she would lick and kiss the wet cock as it moved in and out of the man's ass. And when the man getting fucked was about to come, she would swivel around in front of him, to take his sweet cock into her mouth so he could come down her throat. Then the other man, the one whose cock was driving into the other's asshole, would come, his fingers digging into the man's hips, his expression agonized. He would bend over the other man's back and give a long moan into his neck. Then she'd smear both men's come over her breasts and belly and face. Oh God, she was coming again… oh wow!
Afterwards, she put on a pair of tight, crotch-hugging panties and a thin, transparent brassiere. She slipped her dainty feet into a pair of high-heeled spikes with tiny thongs of leather crossing her delicate white toes.
Over this she put on a clinging robe that reached down to her thighs and just covered the swollen curves of her magnificent buttocks. Oh, what a lovely ass Wanda had! And she knew it. She stood appraising its alluring contours in the new three-way mirror she'd bought along with other pieces for her bedroom.
As she was modeling her ass, so to speak, she caught another person watching her from his window. This was an older man and he, too, was naked.Oh God, oh wow! she hummed to herself. Wanda knew that moving to the Village was the best thing she'd ever done. As she fondled her behind, twisting this way and that, and flashed her bare thighs and even opened the chiffon shortie to expose her lovely white silky-smooth breasts to the strange neighbor, she could see how much he appreciated it. He kept blowing her kisses after brushing his lips over his closed fingers the way elegant French men do. Maybe he was French. A lot of French people lived in Greenwich Village. There were sure a lot of French restaurants, she'd noticed.
In the kitchen where she stood posed in the doorway, one of the laborers glanced up and caught his breath. “Oh God, you're gorgeous,” he exclaimed.
Wanda giggled. Obviously, he was alone. She smiled at him. She loved how his eyes swept over her stunning body, how they lingered on her half-exposed breasts, but mostly she loved how he stared so candidly at her crotch. Her tight panties hugged her mound and the lips of her cunt were quite visible through the clinging material of the panties, which was so thin as to be transparent in certain lights.
'I'll bet you'd like a taste, wouldn't you?” she giggled, brushing her fingers over her cunt mound, wiggling her body slightly and squirming licentiously. “Wouldn't you, honey man?'
'Lady, I'd give my right arm,” he said in a hoarse voice, glancing around. “Want me to?'
'Yes,” she said matter-of-factly, and led the way into her bedroom. She smiled at him as she lay down on the bed on her back so that she was facing the open windows.
'Can anyone see in, huh?” he wanted to know.
'Nope.'
Without a word, he kneeled down on the floor and, as Wanda put her high heels up on his shoulders and let him sniff along her white, naked thighs until she could feel his warm breath on her opening pussy mound, she could suddenly see faces, some more hidden than others, slowly appearing at the many different windows.
When the workman-filthy in his work clothes, with his fingers all stained, callused and dirty from work-began to slide her lily-white panties down to expose her stunning pink cunt, Wanda was sure she could hear gasps and muffled cries of approval from the hidden faces.
When she spread her thighs wide and felt his tongue prying open her cunt lips, she began to thrust back at him and cover her mouth with her little hand in order to stifle the squeals that she knew would soon be calling more and more strangers to their open windows.
'Can you see my asshole?” she whispered.
'Uhmm.'
'It was just fucked.'
He looked up sharply. “It was?” he asked, he eyes wide.
'Uh huh, yep.'
'Really?'
'Yes, and I love it. I love my ass getting fucked. When you're in the neighborhood sometime, honey, you'll have to ring me up.'
'Lady, you ain't for real,” the workman breathed through nostrils that glistened with Wanda's cunt juices. “Oh, but this is sweet like pie, Lady.'
This was when they both heard a loud crashing noise out in the hall. Wanda's front door was wide open because workmen and deliverymen and carpet layers were busy coming and going.
The working man leaped up. “Gosh, we'll get caught.'
'Maybe,” Wanda purred and, as he raised his head, she sat up and leaned into him, kissing his mouth, licking her juices from his lips, even sticking her tongue up one of his nostrils. He loved it!
Wanda also heard a clapping of hands from the courtyard. Obviously someone else loved it, too.
Later, when dusk was settling over Greenwich Village and Wanda's apartment was looking so nice and homey, and she was quite all alone for the first time that very busy day, she lay in her new bathtub and soaked her beautiful body.
Oh God, she thought to herself as she reached for the dirty book by Mary Love, parts of which she'd been rereading while she bathed and rested,I've never felt hornier or more sexy. She began to tweak and pinch her clitoris under the water.
After she showered, washed her hair and blew it dry, she walked around her apartment. She was quite nude, except for her high heels, which she thought were fitting for the occasion because she'd just polished her dainty, delicate toes.
She had deliberately turned off all the lights. In the bedroom, with an evening breeze whipping her new filmy white curtains (another expensive gift from Mr. White), she sat on the closed Castro convertible.
Crossing her legs, she stretched and sat back. Through her open windows she could see several different vignettes taking place, seemingly right in front of her eyes. Each of the acts in the different windows were being played utterly for her benefit. Nothing was accidental.
The two men who had fucked earlier now had a third in their apartment and they were kneeling in front and in back of him, their tongues flashing for Wanda to see.
A naked couple was fucking, standing up inside their apartment, but backed away from the window for protection. The woman with the younger woman was with a man now and he was jerking her off, his fingers up her cunt as she looked out of her window with a pair of binoculars.
When the telephone rang, her first call, Wanda knew it had to be Mr. White, and she answered it quickly.
She couldn't wait until they got to Alice Long's orgy. In the bathroom, she inserted three sourballs up her cunt, put on the sanitary belt and a Kotex, threw her raincoat over her naked body and went downstairs to wait for Mr. White to pick her up.
The party was everything Alice had hoped it would be. She had invited Homer-who'd been the first to arrive-
