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 moving. She saw the long hair of a woman falling over one bare shoulder. This thrilled Wanda to death. She was going to have an audience for her first ass fuck.
She knelt on the bed and he got down on his knees behind her. He began to fondle and caress her ample buttocks.
For a long while he studied her luscious protruding cunt. It was hairy and pink between her legs and it dripped with her cunt juice, which glistened in pearl-like droplets in the deeply rivulet creases and crevasses.
"Your cunt and your asshole are heavenly from this angle."
"Tickle my asshole with your tongue,” Wanda said, remembering Suzy's swift tongue. “Oh, yes. Make it nice and wet. Oh, my God, yes. It's so hot, Homer."
Homer White shivered when she used his name. He drove his tongue very deeply in her as he glued his lips to her hot, wide-open asshole.
"Oh suck it… yes, suck my asshole… oh yes."
As he sucked her, Mr. White squeezed her hairy pussy lips.
"Yes, like that. Pinch my cunt lips… don't be afraid of hurting me, and Homer?"
"Yes, my darling?"
"When you shove it up my ass, don't be at all afraid. Just grab hold of my sides, aim it, then lower me down a bit and give me the word. Once the head slides into my ass, you just drive it home."
Wanda was nearly sobbing as she said these words, which tumbled over one another in a rush to convey her feeling.
"I understand, Wanda. I understand, my darling."
"If you want to spank my ass first, that would be just fine.” In the dirty book, Angela had loved spanking!
This was too much. Mr. White could scarcely believe the sexy things he was hearing from Wanda.
"Come on, Homer,” she squealed, “spank me hard. Make my behind all nice and pink and red. Then poke me with that handsome cock… oh, hurry, hurry!” she groaned.
Mr. White could see her own fingers now working busily inside her dripping wet cunt. Its musky scent seemed to rise up like a cloud, affecting him like a kind of aphrodisiac. His cock was pounding and his balls were churning so violently that he knew that as soon as he shoved his cock into her gorgeous pink asshole, his balls would burst, drenching her insides with gobs of hot raw jism.