Wanda

CHAPTER XI

Mr. White reached for Wanda and she came into his arms. Her nakedness now excited him more than ever before. Her skin was velvety smooth, her breasts so firm and silky beneath his fingers. After acting out his fantasy with the garters, Mr. White felt satisfied and utterly relaxed.

Wanda kissed his mouth hotly as her fingers groped for his prick, which immediately responded to this pressure. She masturbated his cock slowly, using all her fingers to squeeze and tickle and tease him, as his breathing increased and grew labored.

"Oh, I love your cock,” she moaned.

Mr. White began to pet her cunt and Wanda spread her naked thighs wide to give him more room in which to play. She loved the feeling of his sharp fingernails on her pussy lips, and she wished he would scratch her cunt even harder. The sharp pains it caused traveled to her asshole and made it twitch nicely.

As he fingered her cunt, sliding his index finger deep inside her hot, wet hole, her cunt literally flooded with hot, thick juices. She wondered if he would penetrate her asshole in the same way if she asked him to. The thought made her feel wonderfully hot.

In her porn book, Angela and the real estate agent did the wildest things. More than once since Wanda had met Mr. White, she had wondered if perhaps this author, Mary Love, had known Mr. White and had really been writing about him. This thought bothered her because if this Mr. Whitewas the character in her dirty book, then of course, he would be wise to any tricks that Wanda might be pulling, now or in the future. Angela had used sex to get a new refrigerator or new storm windows in the winter and new locks on the front door. Wanda hoped to do the same.

Wanda decided to vary her plan of attack from Angela's, and to act out only some of the hot, sexy, and vulgar things she had read about in the novel.

"I love your cunt,” Andy murmured. “It's just as sweet as it is smooth, and so wet and slippery."

"It's a little slimy, too, isn't it?"

"Oh, yes, slimy… nice and slimy. You like that word, don't you?"

"Oh yes, I love the idea of a prick or a finger-even two or three or four fingers-thrusting into a slimy cunt, don't you?"

"Uh huh. I love to think of a hard cock in a slimy cunt."

She threw one of her legs over his, opening her cunt even wider. She played with his cock, squeezing it and scratching her sharp fingernails up and down its throbbing shaft. She reached her other hand under and between his muscular, hairy thighs and squeezed his balls. Mr. White kept his fingers busy moving in and out of Wanda's cunt. The wet noises his fingers made excited both Wanda and Mr. White so much that they unconsciously mimicked them with their mouths. She loved to watch his fingers thrusting inside of her.

"Why don't you smear all the juices from my cunt over my breasts?” He did so gladly, massaging Wanda's wetness into her breasts until her nipples rose to hard points under the circular pressure of his palms and kneading fingers. The milky whiteness of her flesh seemed to shine.

"Again, again,” she giggled. “Now suck it off. Oh, I love this!"

She was in a state of semi-delirium from having her breasts fondled and gently caressed by his hands and tongue. She said, “Wouldn't you like to smear some of my juices all over the head of your cock so that I can lick it clean for you? Wouldn't you like that?” she whispered, licking his ear and chewing on the lobe of it, “Or maybe, you'd like to smear my juices all over your balls. I'll get down on the floor and lick them clean too.” Her appetite was increasing tremendously at the thought of tasting herself on Mr. White's prick, and she was sure that his desire matched her own.

It was true. All this talk was driving Mr. White mad with voracious passion. He felt as if he were about to burst in violent explosion. He spread his cock thickly with her wetness. She'd sucked him off furiously. He was compelled to stop her twice, to pull her mouth off for a moment. This was no easy task, for she sucked so hard that he felt as if his entire body was being consumed. His cock was on the verge of exploding and showering her mouth with what seemed to him would be an endless flood of hot raw come.

After battling to hold down the frenzied surge of ecstasy, he finally spoke. “Wanda, I know you're a virgin, but would you let me fuck you just little bit? I promise I won't hurt your sweet little cunt.” He spoke in a voice so soft that she had to ask him to repeat himself.

"Yes, I think so. You can slide it in if you want. If it bleeds all over your cock, that will really excite you, won't it?” She smiled and bit his nipples the way he liked. This was right from the book.

"Oh Wanda… Wanda… yes, my dear."

She smiled, sitting back, guiding his hands to her flushed breasts, motioning him to pinch her nipples and whispering to him to hurt them a little.

"Sometimes when I masturbate, I put clothespins on my nipples until they turn blood red with pain and pleasure. I could do that for you sometime. Would you like that, Andy? I bet you would. I like it when you pinch my nipples like that. I could put clothespins on my nipples when you fuck me. When you're about to come, I could take them off and you could see how red my nipples get under the pressure.” When she said this, she leaned forward and bit one of his nipples until he screamed out in pain.

"Oh Wanda… Wanda… oh Wanda…"

"Just imagine,” she went on, her body breathlessly agitated by his fingers, squirming in delicious pain. But suddenly she lost all thought of what she was going to say. She was stroking her hot clit with one finger as she kissed his cock. “Oh yes,” she moaned, as he bent down and sucked her nipple into his mouth. Then, looking up at her, he bit the nipple hard between his sharp teeth. Wanda screamed.

"Oh God,” she cried. “Do it again… do it again! Wouldn't you like me to bite your cock like that? Wouldn't you love it?"

Mr. White quieted down suddenly. “Not just yet my dear,” he said, trying to calm her. He wanted this to last. But her enthusiasm was so immense by now that he could barely keep her from being swept away in a frenzy of lust.

"Oh, Mr. White,” she cried, “when you pull your cock out of my cunt I want you to slam it into my tight virgin asshole… I can't wait for that!” she squealed, hugging him tight.

"Oh, Wanda."

She bent her mouth to his balls again, and really sucked on them, opening her little mouth as wide as she could, to set the full roundness of his testicles inside. She twirled her tongue, spitting his balls out only to suck them noisily back in. He began to jerk off his cock over her face and beat it into her cheeks beneath her closed eyes. When she finally pulled her mouth away from his balls, she took his cock firmly between her lips, pulling it in until the tip of it touched the back of her throat. She gagged and pulled back.

"Oh, God,” she sighed, “that was just wonderful. So good. I love your cock, even if it is too big for my mouth.” She smiled pleasantly, playing with his saliva-coated prick, twisting it, jerking it off and kissing it passionately.

"Could I fuck your cunt a little now, just a little?” he begged.

Wanda could hear the plea in his voice. Angela, in this scene in the novel, had held the real estate agent off until she got her new stove and the built-in bookcases in the dining alcove.

"Not just now, Mr. White,” came her slow reply. She wiped her mouth and again stabbed her fingers into her cunt, bringing them to her mouth and nose to stiff and taste. “We're having a fine time, aren't we? Me all naked and sweaty and you with your big cock sticking out for me to suck… isn't this fun?"

"Oh yes… yes,” he managed to say. She had covered his mouth with her own and was darting her tongue into the corners of his mouth and sucking on his lips.

"It would take only a little minute,” he pleaded.

"To do what?” She moved her mouth to his ear and kissed it, biting down on his earlobe.

"To let me stick my cock into your little cunt, Wanda,” he said, “You said I could. You promised me you would let me."

"Oh, don't worry. I will let you eventually. Of course, I will,” she said, her eyes lowered. When he raised her chin to plant a firm kiss on her moist lips, she jammed her tongue into his mouth.

She pulled her tongue out and said, “Maybe you'd like to lick and kiss my asshole for a while, but that will be all for today. I've just got to go. You know-things to do, things to buy and all that."

"Yes, and there's still the actual signing of the lease,” he sighed. “We still haven't gotten around to that, my dear."

"I know. That's such a drag, isn't it?"

"Well,” he began, unsure of what to do next.

"Aren't you in the mood for ass licking?"

"Oh, to be sure, I am,” he laughed. There was something funny about the way she'd said it.

Wanda got down on the floor on her hands and knees and wriggled her bare behind at Mr. White. It was a tempting sight, with her cunt lips so sweetly exposed. He could see her fleshy outer labia and her inner labia, pink and virginal, still glistening with her cunt juices. He even had a glimpse into her passage which certainly looked wet enough to accept his cock.

"Wanda, could I just insert it an inch or so, and I promise… I promise…"

She kept her eyes on the rug, her weight balanced on her forearms, and her head lowered so that her long brown hair cascaded over and touched the floor. She moaned, “I'd just adore feeling your tongue weaving up into my asshole, Andy.” She was now writhing and undulating her hips just the way Angela did in the porn novel. “I'd love to feel your tongue sweeping deep into my wet, aching cunt.” she whispered.

Mr. White fell to his knees. In a split second, his face was buried between her warm, wet cunt lips and ass cheeks.