Wanda

"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.

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.