Wanda

CHAPTER XII

To Mr. White, Wanda was a feast offered up before him. He was famished and thought that he might consume her completely-flesh, blood and all. Her hole was slick with her wetness and framed beautifully by her soft brown, curly hair, which contrasted perfectly with the pinkness of her cunt. The lips of her cunt grew darker and more red as they went further into her body. His cock waved before him, throbbing and yearning to be enveloped in her warm wetness. He wanted to swim in Wanda's watery depths, to touch her very soul.

"Oh God, Wanda, what a beautiful hungry cunt! So wet, so lovely. Oh, my dear, my prick is in love with your cunt! Wanda, darling, Wanda. I am your slave. My prick is your slave!"

He was on his knees behind her and could see the raw excitement in her swollen loins. She shuddered with the warmth of his breath as his head pulled between her legs. His moustache tickled the inside of her white, satiny thighs. Mr. White's passion to possess her cunt and asshole was so overwhelming that he felt blinded to everything around him. If someone had interrupted them at that moment, he would have been powerless to draw his head away from Wanda's loins. His prick leapt before him into the air as his hopes to penetrate either orifice ebbed and flowed.

"Oh Wanda,” he cried, his voice weak with lust, his breath coming shorter as his sweat increased, “let me nuzzle your cunt with my nose."

Without waiting for an answer, he grabbed hold of her buttocks, taking each cheek into a hand and squeezing until she writhed. When he pulled his hands away, he could see the marks they had made on her white flesh. Her buttocks looked as if they'd been branded, and he wondered if the touch of his tongue to her flesh would make her skin burn with the feeling of passion.

He put his hands on her hips, pulling her towards him until his nose touched her skin. He breathed in deeply as he ran his nose along the line where her buttocks converged, then traced the same path with his tongue. Wanda squealed at the delightful sensation. She pushed her buttocks closer to his face, then pulled away again.

Spreading her buttocks with his hand, he reached out and touched the very edge of her anus with his tongue. He encircled it with the tip of his tongue as if he were delicately drawing a perfect circle with his saliva.

Then he buried his nose in her asshole, as far as it would go. She squeezed her sphincter muscles around it until he had to withdraw, no longer able to breathe. Mr. White saw that he could fit his entire cock into her asshole if she'd let him. But he held back from asking her and instead, put his cock between her legs. She squeezed her legs together, rubbing his cock between her soft thighs. He was almost desperate to have his cock in her, but he didn't want to frighten her, even if she was driving him insane with lust and desire.

Again, he brought his face between her spread buttocks, this time jabbing his tongue into her asshole. The palm of one of his hands lay flat against her belly now, as the fingers of the other hand played casually in her cunt. She spread her stance, moving the hand on her belly up to her breasts.

"Pinch my nipples,” she moaned, “and stick your fingers all the way up into my cunt.” She was in ecstasy, bordering on madness. She wanted to be filled all over by his touch. She wanted her breasts to be squeezed and even hurt, her cunt to be filled with his hand and her ass to be filled with his tongue. Even as he complied with all her desires, it still didn't seem to be enough.

His tongue squirmed like a fish in her ass. His fingers pinched first one and then the other erect, inflamed nipples. His fingers drove in and out of her cunt. She felt she was going mad, and so did he. His cock ached to be touched, but she could not reach it in her present position.

"Wanda… Wanda?"

"Yes, what is it?” she gasped. “It's so nice… tell me what you want?” She looked back at him over one shoulder, brushing back her hair and smiling at him. She could see his cock. His hand was wrapped around it, the flesh of it slicked with something-maybe it was his saliva, she thought. He thrust his fingers back into her cunt, pulled them out, and ran the wetness over his cock. The head was dripping with it. She loved the sight of his enormous cock.

"What is it, dear?"

When Wanda called Mr. White “dear,” he almost collapsed. He felt a wonderful surge of affection roar up in his heart.

"Oh Wanda, just let me rub my prick over your sweet little asshole."

"Do you think you've kissed and tongued it enough?"

"Yes."

"All right, then, you may hold your cock in one hand and hold me under my belly with the other. Then you can rub your cock over my asshole. You can even point it at my asshole-I'll spread it wide for you-but under no circumstances try to enter my ass. You'll rip me in half."

This is exactly how Angela had instructed her real estate agent in the pornographic novel.

Mr. White listened to these directions, surprised. They sounded almost rehearsed, but he dismissed this thought and turned to the matter at hand. He brought the length of his simmering shaft up to the crease between her gorgeous buttocks.

"Oh your ass… it's delicious… so silky smooth, so sweet to look at and now, oh, Wanda…"

Mr. White leaned forward on his knees, and balanced carefully as he laid his fully erect phallus between her smooth buttocks.

"Oh, it feels so nice and hot. It's throbbing!” Wanda exclaimed.

"Yes.” He held her rounded hips, easing back and forth, sawing his cock between her flushed, sweating buttocks. The swollen head and engorged rim of his cock surged over her exposed anus, and it seemed to want to suck his cock in by itself. He almost went out of his mind when he saw it.

Between the thrusts of his cock, he bent down and drove his tongue as deep as he could into her virginal asshole.

Wanda moaned as she felt him thrust his tongue deep into her ass. She pushed her body back onto his out-stretched tongue in an effort to engulf more of it. Her entire body yearned to be filled.

"Oh Wanda, darling, I'll give you anything your little heart desires if you'll let me just put my cock into your asshole for a minute or two. Wanda, do you hear me, sweet darling? I love you, Wanda."

Now she was getting somewhere, Wanda told herself. But to be on the safe side, she'd keep it up. She had much to gain by holding him off a little longer.

"But I love your tongue when it's buried deep in my ass,” she said in a voice that was almost a whisper. “Imagine your tongue deep in my ass, as far as it will go. You could pull it out. Then, holding me tight with both strong hands, you could suddenly drive your big, thick cock deep into my ass, with just one single thrust. Can you imagine that, Andy?"

Mr. White had to grit his teeth and bite the inside of his cheek until he could taste blood before he could gain control of the orgasm that threatened to explode in his hand. He thought that if Wanda said one more thing like that, his boiling hot cock would shoot right off into the air.

"Yes… yes, Wanda,” he panted, still rubbing his cockhead over her pouting asshole, and still tonguing her hole furiously between strokes. Wanda bit into the palm of her hand, to stifle her moans of pleasure.

"Oh, I can just imagine that cock deep up there. I'm going to dream about it… I can't wait until I'm ready for your cock."

"You're ready for it, Wanda,” he said pleading.

"No. Not yet"

Mr. White wiped the sweat from his brow. He would try another tactic.

"Wanda, darling…"

"Hmm?"

"Would you let me finger fuck your asshole?” He held his breath.

"Hmm, well, maybe. But only if you'd let me sit up on the couch with you kneeling down in front of me. Then I could raise my legs up high, and you could cup my bare ass like a baby's. And I could watch you. It would be like you're changing my diaper, throwing my little legs up high out of the way. I could watch your finger sink into my asshole."

He closed his eyes. At this point, anything would be okay.

In seconds, Wanda assumed the position she'd described. When Mr. White took a good look at her virginal cunt in this position, with the sensitive tender pink lips of her cunt forced wide open with her fingers, he felt once more that his cock was about to explode. He had never had such a long and intimate look at a cunt in the throes of heated passion.

It was beautiful, with brilliant pink lips, folding back to reveal an even more brilliant red color. Her cunt hairs were tangled and matted like weeds in the morning dew. Her clitoris extended from them, a good half inch long. It seemed swollen and raw and enraged. He bent his head to it, flicking his tongue across it and causing her entire body to jerk beneath him.

"Oh, do that again,” she said with her eyes closed. He did and it was as if hot liquid were rushing furiously through her veins. He placed his whole mouth on her cunt, sucking and licking as he did, thrusting his tongue into it. The taste of her was so delicious that he could not get enough. He thrust his tongue into her as deeply as it would go. He twisted it there, then pulled it out, drinking in the fluids of her passion, which flowed out into his mouth.

She moaned and pushed her loins into his face. He pinched and twisted her erect clitoris with his lips.

"I'm coming… I'm coming! Yes, yes, oh, Andy, yes!"

Mr. White could barely hear her with his face buried in her loins, though he could tell well enough by the way her body squirmed beneath him, and the way she gripped his head, pushing it down against her cunt, that she was on the verge of coming.

He drank from her cunt as she moaned and whimpered and cried out, sobbing. She held onto his head like all hell was breaking loose.

Wanda had never felt this way. She couldn't believe it. Her passion was almost violent, building up to such extreme pressure inside her swollen, ripe cunt, that she felt as if she would burst.

"Oh, Mr. White… I want to be fucked now. I can't wait. Damn the book, the shelves… oh, Andy, will you… will you put your big cock into my cunt. Please… please, I beg of you, do something… do something… put your fingers in me. Put your fist into my cunt. Oh, God, I can't take it,” she screamed at the top of her lungs, still thrusting and twisting, crying out like someone gone insane from thirst.