Henry Morton, president of International Studios, tented his fingers, leaned back in his chair behind the massive mahogany desk and said, "Get up, Miss-er-"
"Johnson," the brown-haired girl said, leaping up, "Pam Johnson."
Morton nodded. "Oh, yes. I'd like to see you walk, Miss Johnson."
Pam Johnson smiled prettily and walked back and forth across the heavy carpet in front of the studio executive. She wore a tight dress that hugged her many curves and she'd made sure there was no telltale mark of underwear showing by the simple expedient of not wearing any underwear. The result to any male was breathtaking. Her breasts jutted out the material, with the nipples poking through the clothes. The dress molded against her shapely thighs and legs. But neither of those areas held Morton's attention.
Oh, baby, he thought, she's really got an ass on her, all right. Man, how I'd love to press my cock up against it-and into it.
Shuddering in pleasant anticipation, he half-closed his eyes and reached down to rub the front of his trousers while he continued watching the exaggerated wiggle of the brown-haired girl's buttocks.
Pam Johnson gulped. For Pete's sake, she thought, he's playing with himself! The smile, however, never left her face. Well, why not, the thoughts continued, that's better than some of the other guys I've seen in Hollywood. The others want to screw me, or have me go down on them.
Even as she walked back and forth, she managed to keep most of her wiggling buttocks turned in Henry Morton's direction. It was her chief asset and the main reason she'd been picked as one of the seven finalists in the contest for the title of MISS DERRIERE. International Studios was sponsoring the contest and the winner was to receive a starring role in a movie to be made with that title.
The man's admiring voice broke into her thoughts. "Very nice, Miss Johnson. You got a nice ass. Real nice."
She blushed. "Thank you, Mr. Morton."
"You have some pictures there?" He pointed to her portfolio on the couch. "Bring it here."
She bent over the couch to give him another view of her buttocks with the cloth stretched across her rounded flesh so he could see it perfectly outlined, with the crack running down the center. She heard him sigh and when she turned around, found him rubbing the front of his pants all the harder. She circled his desk and stood beside him, opening her portfolio on his desktop. Then she bent over it.
"These were taken by Ron Williams, the glamour photographer," she said.
Henry Morton chuckled to himself. The ass photographer, you mean, he thought. Most of Ron's poses were from the rear, even the sedate ones for national publication and for calendars. Ron loved asses as much as he did, which is why he was one of the judges in the contest. Morton had a collection of Ron Williams photographs at home-specially posed ones of models and starlets showing off their tight assholes close up. Some of them had dildos or enema tubes stuck up the openings. There were even a couple of them of now-well-known movie and television celebrities who'd pay any price to buy up the pictures "and negatives. But Henry Morton wasn't selling them, nor was he blackmailing any of the stars. They just turned him on, so he kept them for his own pleasure.
Meanwhile, there was something right under his nose that could give him pleasure-and it wasn't the glossy photographs Miss Johnson was showing him. No, it was Miss Pam Johnson herself, with her glossy ass sticking almost in his face. The rest of her was pretty good, too. Bent over the desk, she showed off her full breasts in the gaping opening of her dress. Morton's gaze wandered down over her slim waist, her flaring hips, along her slim, curved legs. All he had to do was reach over and touch those legs, slide his hand up along the inside of her thigh. He leaned back in his chair and stared at her buttocks. The cloth was stretched tight across it. He couldn't see any panty rim. Under the dress was a bare ass inches away from him.
His fingers itched. His mouth watered. His cock stood on end in his pants, raring to go into action. How I'd love to ram it up into her, he thought wildly. How I'd love to fuck her in the ass!
The thought excited him all the more. He wondered what she'd do if he made a move in her direction. Nothing, probably. He'd had his face slapped in his day, but generally not by any aspiring starlets who knew better. If Miss Pam Johnson with the sweet ass didn't know any better, she should.
"Here's the shot of me," she was saying, "that's my favorite."
"Lovely," he said, not bothering to look at it. Why should he, when she was right there with him in the flesh. "You've got a lovely figure, Miss Johnson. And an especially lovely ass."
He put one hand up and let the palm of it rub her buttocks through the cloth of her dress. Her flesh felt warm and he was pleased she didn't flinch or pull away. A glance at her face told him she was aware of what he was doing. Her face was red and it got redder as he dropped his hand in a gliding motion along the slope of her rounded buttocks until his fingers encountered bare flesh just under the hem of the dress. He eased his hand between her legs and started back up to her crotch. She stiffened very slightly as the edge of his hand touched her naked pubic area.
"It's all right, Miss Johnson," he said soothingly, "let's just keep looking at the pictures, shall we?"
Pam nodded, unable to speak. She'd had a lot of guys put their fingers there since she'd arrived in town. She didn't mind that so much, because a guy's finger inside her vagina wouldn't make her pregnant. Even his tongue wasn't so bad if he wanted to suck her. But it would be just her luck for some son of a bitch to knock her up. It would be bad enough for the folks back in Iowa to know she'd failed to make the grade, without getting pregnant, too. That's why she didn't mind so much sucking a guy's penis and letting him come in her mouth. Anything but having him have his orgasm up between her legs. She'd heard that Henry Morton wasn't that kind of a guy. Well, it looked like she was going to find out-
She squealed as his finger shot up inside her vagina and rubbed her clit for a moment, but she didn't mention it and neither did he. She kept on turning pages of her portfolio without really seeing them, aware that the man's attention was now totally on her behind.
"Hmmm, beautiful," Henry Morton murmured as he peeled the bottom of her dress up over her buttocks to the small of her back. The two round naked globes were very close to his face now and he moved his cheeks forward to rub his face against her soft flesh. He loved the smell of her ass, the tingling warmth of it. He pressed his lips fully against one side of it and then the other.
With his hand he rubbed the bulge in his pants. My cock is up good and hard now, he thought, happily. He quickly unzipped his fly and snaked out the stiff penis.
Pam caught her breath at the sound of the zipper unfastening. She told herself not to look, but her eyes involuntarily went down to his lap. His penis was large, thick, red-veined, thrusting out of the opening in his trousers along with a few reddish hairs at the base. She gulped and averted her eyes.
Despite herself, she began to get excited. Her breasts ached and the nipples became hard points. The feel of his hand on her crotch made her shudder with anticipation. Then, abruptly, she felt his hand twist about so that the thumb lay within the outer folds of her vagina, while the middle finger forced its way up along the crack in her buttocks until it came to the opening of her anus. She stiffened again quite suddenly as the finger plunged into the hole.
Henry Morton laughed quietly to himself. It was an old trick he liked to use. Many people didn't know the asshole was an erogenous center. With some girls you had to fool around with her cunt and her clit for awhile first, to get her worked up, before getting down to the real good stuff. Now, with his thumb in her cunt and his finger up her asshole, he had her both ways-and he was determined to make the most of it.
His fingers worked in the openings, moving in and out, rotating, squeezing. With his free hand, he gripped the shaft of his penis and worked it up and down, getting it stiffer with each stroke. After a couple minutes of that, he couldn't sit still. Without releasing his grip on the girl, he got out of the chair.
"No, don't move," he said. "Just keep bending over the desk, honey."
Pam kept bending over the desk, making not the slightest pretense of looking at the pictures in her portfolio. To tell the truth, she was enjoying the touch of his fingers on her. She'd had guys stick their fingers up her cunt, but never in the anus-and Henry Morton was doing both. One would've been enough to excite her, but the combination of the two working simultaneously was getting to her. With the excitement coursing through her, she could hardly think. But then there was nothing she had to think about. She was determined to succeed as an actress no matter what-except getting herself knocked up, of course and from what she'd heard of the president of International Studios, there was no danger of that. She hoped the stories were true. She'd never had it done to her that way before, but there was always the first time.
Henry Morton knelt behind the girl, pressing his face all over her rounded buttocks, kissing the smooth flesh all over. He released his fingers from between her legs so he could use both hands to grasp both sections of her behind and spread them apart.
He gasped his delight at the vision that greeted his eyes: a close-up view of female anus puckered invitingly at him. He accepted the invitation eagerly. Still spreading her cheeks he pressed his face close to her body, sticking out his tongue to lick the puckered opening. When she squealed involuntarily and moved, he gripped her buttocks harder and pressed forward with renewed determination. Her flesh felt warm and moist against his tongue. His taste buds tingled as he delved deeper into the hole open for him.
Pam Johnson shivered with delight as the man's tongue licked her intimately. She'd had guys go down on her before, but never there and the experience was new and different enough to make her more excited than she'd ever been. She closed her eyes and murmured and rotated her hips against his face.
"You like having your asshole sucked, don't you, baby?" he said.
It was a statement, not a question. She murmured her yes to it just the same, knowing he wanted to hear the word. Then she squealed as he spread her cheeks again and attacked her opening with his tongue.
Henry Morton was getting very excited. The smell of her female flesh, the touch of her warm buttocks against his face, the taste of her asshole on his lips and tongue-all combined to make him tremble with desire for the girl. He rose to his feet and pressed his stiff penis into the crack of her buttocks, rubbing it back and forth until it throbbed. He gasped as she moved back and wiggled her behind against his groin.
"Oh, baby," he groaned, "I just gotta fuck you in the ass!"
Pam Johnson's eyes widened. She didn't mind his finger there, or his tongue-but his stiff penis was quite another thing. Guys had put their penises up her snatch from behind, but they'd bypassed the smaller opening above it. She was apprehensive, but at the same time she was thrilled by the prospect of a new sexual experience-and without any risk of getting pregnant.
Not that she had any choice in the matter. Henry Morton, president of International Studios, had just announced that he had to fuck her in the ass, so that's what was going to happen.
"Okay," he directed, "bend over, honey. Put your head down on the desk. That's it."
He spread her cheeks with both hands and eased the tip of his stiff, throbbing penis toward the inviting brown-rimmed pucker. As the tip of his sex organ touched the opening, the girl shuddered.
"Steady, honey," he advised, "You'll get to like it as much as I do."
He pressed forward, but he had trouble getting in. He kept trying, until she winced. He sighed. "You're pretty tight, honey. I guess we better use some lubrication."
He reached over to his desk drawer, opened it and took out a jar of vaseline. He scooped up a gob of it on his fingers and applied the sticky substance first to his stiff penis, then to the girl's anus.
"That should make things easier," he said.
He edged forward again, aiming his penis like an arrow toward the target between the girl's spread buttocks. Once he got the knob in the asshole opening, the rest would be easy. He just had to move it in, gently at first because this was the girl's first time apparently, until it was all the way. Henry Morton nodded satisfaction. A virgin asshole, he thought dreamily. Those were the best kind, nice and tight, with the inner muscles working to give the man a good time.
It always excited him to think of it, but nothing like when he was actually rubbing his stiff cock up against a girl's soft butt and jockeying for position against her asshole. He poked it against her with such force she lost her balance.
"Steady, honey," he advised.
Breathlessly, she nodded, folded her arms on the desk and leaned her face on them. Pam felt the blood rush in hot gushes through her body. His finger had worked her up pretty well and now the anticipation of doing something sexually she'd never done before made her feel very excited herself.
Henry Morton pressed the tip of his penis directly against the vaseline smeared opening and pushed.
"Ah!" he sighed, as it went in. "Brace yourself, honey. Here goes."
He heard her catch her breath as he took her hips in both hands and shoved forward.
Pam bit her lip and felt like screaming with the pain that suddenly shot through her. She felt his penis enter her fully, then remain there for a moment.
"Oh, honey, you've got a beautiful, tight asshole," he murmured.
It gripped him so tightly all around his shaft he had to pause for a moment or else he'd come. And he didn't want that to happen so soon. He wanted to enjoy this virgin ass. He began working his hips against her, letting his penis slide in and out of her with short strokes. He reached under her arms and played with her breasts covered by the thin dress. She wore no bra and he could feel the warmth of her flesh, feel the nipples grow stiff against the palms of his hands while he worked his penis more and more frantically in and out of her.
It still hurt her, but Pam realized the pain had lessened considerably. The fact that he was satisfied with her helped, too. She really wanted to win that contest and become Miss Derriere and get the movie contract that went with it.
The casting couch routine was nothing new to her. Hell, she thought practically, I've been screwed by more guys just on the off-chance they could get me a part in some picture they never intended to make. I was the only thing they wanted to make-until the next girl came in for an interview.
At least, she thought, Henry Morton was on the level.
The studio president pumped vigorously into the girl's receptive anus. He liked the feel of it enclosing his cock, the touch of her warm butt against his groin. He liked the way she wiggled her ass, rotating the hips in a corkscrewing motion to meet his thrusts. He kept massaging her breasts through the thin material of her dress while he jerked in and out with an increasingly frantic motion. There was no point in holding back any longer. As a matter of fact, he soon realized he wouldn't be able to if he'd wanted to, because he could feel himself coming from way down deep inside, building up a great tidal wave of come that was rising to his stiff, throbbing cock.
Pam could feel it, too. She knew she wasn't going to have an orgasm. She generally didn't, even with regular intercourse. She thought she might because of the strangeness of what the man was doing to her and she was really getting built up, but she knew he'd be way ahead of her. Besides, that was why she'd gone to his office in the first place, to have his brand of sex with him, to satisfy him and make him happy with her so that he'd vote for her in the contest.
The thought made her wiggle her rear even faster against him. She could feel his penis swell inside her along with the answering squeeze of her sphincter muscles gripping him like a tight hand.
It was too much for Henry Morton. He clutched the girl's rotating hips in both hands, plunged his penis deep into her anus, gritted his teeth, closed his eyes-and spurted spasm after spasm of hot fluid deep inside her.
When he was through, he sighed his relief and backed off, pulling his sticky sex organ from her. He collapsed into his chair, puffing, red-faced, smiling.
"Wow, honey," he said, "you're the greatest!"
She smiled at that. She managed to keep the smile though it was difficult for her to straighten. Her back was killing her and she felt a dull aching sensation in her anus.
"You're very good yourself, Mr. Morton," she said. "You're the first man who's ever done it to me that way. I-I really enjoyed it."
Happily, Morton pulled her close to him and planted his lips on her mouth. He said, "I-uh-trust you and I can get together again, Miss Johnson."
"Of course," she said. "Anytime."
Fondly, he patted her white buttocks. "I think you have an excellent chance of becoming Miss Derriere." He added hastily, "But don't tell the other girls."
"Oh, I won't," she promised. "It'll be our little secret." She gathered up her portfolio. "Will that be all?"
He nodded. "For now."
She walked around the desk and across the room, aware that he was watching the twitching movements of her behind. She gave him a little smile at the door before she went out.
Henry Morton laughed to himself. Pam Johnson was a good contestant for the title role in the contest and in his movie. She had a real sweet ass-sweet for tasting and for fucking. Of course, he had his responsibilities to the studio and to the other two judges, as well as to the six other girls who were finalists in the contest. He couldn't make a hasty decision. He had to be fair and impartial so, of course, he'd have to test out each girl individually. He'd examine each perfect, rounded ass with the critical eye of a connoisseur; he'd kiss, lick and suck each puckered asshole like a bon vivant tasting great wine; he'd rub his cock against the rounded behind, press it into the folds of white buttocks until his cock got stiff-and then he'd ram it into the quivering asshole until he came.
It was a pleasant, exciting daydream. The wonderful thing about it was that it was all going to come true.
CHAPTER TWO
Red-haired Iris Hadley, her lush figure barely covered by a bikini, lay on her back beside the pool and scissored her legs, bicycle-fashion in the air.
She was aware that Manny Morris, the young press agent and publicity man living at the apartment, was watching her intently, staring at her crotch where the thin wisp of cloth was pulled tight against her genitals.
He'd like to screw me, she thought pleasantly. He'd like to take out that young cock of his right now and plow into my pussy.
The thought made her even more excited. Through eyes ostensibly slitted against the afternoon sun, she swept her gaze over Manny's fully clothed body resting on a lounge chair. Well, not all his body was resting, she decided, for there seemed to be a telltale bulge in the front of his pants where his cock was and from time to time the man would rest his hand in the area or brush it with his fingers.
She murmured as a sensation shot through her body and the motion of her legs grew slower, more forceful and determined. With each thrust of her legs, the vaginal insert in her pussy moved, as did the short plastic tube she'd inserted in her anus. Between the two of them, her body was getting a sexual workout not known by the rest of the world.
Manny Morris was getting a sexual workout without even trying. He knew his pecker was up stiff in his pants and he wanted to rub it, among other things. But the chaperone, Miss Eileen Cramer was in a nearby chair, reading and he knew that the moment he became obvious about it he'd find her eyes on him-and he was sure those eyes wouldn't be filled with admiration.
She wouldn't really be a bad-looking girl for her age- in the low thirties, he guessed-if she let down her hair and took off her glasses. Nothing like the contestants for the Miss Derriere contest, of course. Like that redhead out by the pool there, with her legs in the air. He smiled and casually rested his knuckles over the stiff pecker under his fly, pressing against the bulge, feeling it press reassuringly back. He stared at the girl's crotch. Hell, he could see her snatch outlined against the cloth, with a few red pubic hairs sticking out around the edges.
He groaned as a spasm of desire shook him, then he looked up guiltily to see if Miss Cramer had noticed. Apparently she hadn't, so he returned his attention to the redhead, Iris Hadley. It was worth returning his attention to. His gaze wandered slowly over her breasts, which sank down and jiggled in his direction, across the expanse of undulating belly, between her legs to her crotch.
Man, oh, man, he thought wildly, how I'd love to walk up to that sexy bitch, spread her legs and shove my pecker into her.
From the looks Iris sometimes gave him, he was sure she wouldn't mind. She was probably hot to get fucked. If only Eileen Cramer didn't watch out for the girls with such determination. But then, perhaps sometime late at night, he could sneak into the redhead's apartment and give it to her.
He closed his eyes and shuddered, gritting his teeth to hold back orgasm. His pecker was up good and hard and unfortunately he had no place to shove it just then. It was a shame, too, because it was throbbing and ready to go and he was sure Iris would love to have it inserted deep in her snatch, working in and out, while he mauled her breasts and sucked and bit the nipples. He'd heard that some of the girls went for sex in strange ways and every time he wondered about that he got even more excited.
Manny gulped, popped open his eyes, began trembling. He rested his hands over his crotch in what he hoped would appear a casual gesture.
Oh no, he thought, I'm coming. I can't hold back.
His throbbing penis bulged, rose stiffly and spurted spasms of semen into his pants.
In her chair nearby, Miss Eileen Cramer held the book in her lap but she stared through her sunglasses at the uncomfortably squirming Manny Morris. She suppressed a chuckle as she thought: He's coming in his pants and he doesn't think anybody knows it!
She'd been amused to see how worked up he'd gotten. He'd been very careful to be subtle about the way he rested his hands in his lap, with the fingers rubbing the area under cover of the hand, but she'd seen him. So, probably, had Iris Hadley, who'd instigated the whole thing. The redhead was purposely out there in the sunlit patio in her brief bikini, showing off everything she had to tease poor Manny.
She knew full well what thoughts were on Manny's mind'. He'd like to have intercourse with Iris. Not that she blamed him. Iris was an attractive girl. But Eileen Cramer was determined this would not happen-not as long as she was chaperone and was dedicated to keeping the wolves from the doors of the girls in the Miss Derriere contest.
She was no prude herself. She'd had sex many times with guys, but she wasn't at all promiscuous-not like some of the girls willing to spread their legs for anybody. She'd even be willing to do it in the line of duty, if it ever came to that.
She smiled to herself at the realization that she really wouldn't mind if it did come to that.
What a terrible waste of perfectly good come, Iris Hadley thought as she saw the bulge in Manny's pants ripple through orgasm. How much better it would have been if the man's cock had been in her mouth or her pussy, or shoved up her ass.
Even so, the sight of him coming and the knowledge of the explosion in his pants brought a renewed excitement to her. With a burst of speed, the chafing of her bicycling legs forced the twin tubes in her pussy and anus to shove her emotions over the top. She had to bite her lip to keep from squealing as orgasm shook her body from head to toe.
After that, she collapsed on the warm tile, her body covered with sweat, her breasts heaving with the exertion that had brought such pleasure to her. She rose, dove into the pool and swam the length of the lukewarm water and back. Then she hurried to her apartment and locked the door behind her. She stripped off her bikini and plucked the soaking vaginal insert from her pussy. The tube in her anus was wedged in pretty firmly, but her insistent fingers brought that out with no problems.
She'd learned many years ago these secrets of sexual fun. In high school a girl friend had told how pleasant it was to have things inserted inside her and Iris had never forgotten it once she'd experimented. The girl friend had meant insertions in the pussy, but Iris had gone on beyond that. She was dating this one guy, a salesman for an insurance company where she worked after graduation as a typist; he liked sex the regular way, but he especially enjoyed sticking his cock up her ass. Iris didn't mind. In fact, she found she enjoyed it immensely and took great delight in utilizing her sphincter muscles to make the guy come that way.
The truth was, she liked sex in all its varied forms and could never get enough of it. The more ways at once the better. She'd gotten used to wearing sanitary pads shoved up her pussy; then she thought why not something up her anus as well. She tried it. At first it was uncomfortable, but when she got used to it, she could sit taking dictation from her boss and by simply shifting her weight in the chair and rubbing her legs together have two or three orgasms without anyone being the wiser.
Sometimes during a break or at lunchtime, she'd have to go into the restroom and change the vaginal insert. She'd also remove the tube she'd inserted in her anus, use vaseline on her finger to rub both holes and soothe them. Invariably she'd become excited all over again from these maneuvers, especially if she did both at the same time. It became a habit of hers to masturbate, using one finger up her pussy, the other in her anus.
In the afternoon, she would sit at her desk typing some correspondence, with her legs close together and come two or three more times before the working day was over. Even then, she was never fully satisfied-except for the moment. Minutes later, she was raring to go again.
Like now, for example. Out on the patio she'd had a good orgasm for herself, thanks to her bicycling legs, the two tubes up inside her and the sexy thoughts she'd had about Manny Morris and the cock bulging out the front of his pants.
Naked, she stretched out on her bed and reached for the battery-driven vibrator that was always on the nearby night stand ready for use. She'd formerly used one that plugged in, until she heard of a woman who'd gotten electrocuted using one. Iris supposed the girl had died happy, but she herself didn't want to go that route. So she always kept a supply of fresh batteries on hand so she wouldn't run out of power at some crucial moment.
Directly at the foot of the bed squatted a dresser whose mirror was tilted so she could look into it and see her nude body in its entirety. She spread her legs, switched on the vibrator and brought the tip of it into contact with her wide open thighs. The instrument was shaped like a stiff penis and it remained in a state of constant erection. She guided its throbbing tip along the insides of her warm thighs, up over the pubic area, down across the lips of her genitals and then lower still until its vibrating knob touched the sensitive opening of her anus.
"Mmmmmm," she sighed and slitted her eyes with the onset of passion.
She reached down between her legs and parted the tender folds at her crotch to reveal the warm, moist flesh inside. The head of the vibrator rose toward this opening, slipped easily across it from one side to the other, then back down again to her anus.
On impulse she clamped her legs about its throbbing length and had to bury her face in a pillow to keep from screaming with the joy that coursed through her entire body. Ordinarily, she turned on the radio, or the phonograph or the TV set to drown out any noises she might make while in the throes of passion. She'd forgotten it this time because she was so anxious to get inside and have some private fun and she certainly wasn't going to turn it on now-not now, when she was so close to another orgasm.
She rose and ran into the bathroom, where she got in the tub and lay on her back. Relentlessly, she moved the vibrator all over between her legs, finally coming to rest directly on the opening of her pussy. She stuck the tip of it inside and almost screamed again with the pleasure.
But not now; she wasn't quite ready. A bag of warm water hung suspended from the top of the shower faucet and from it dangled a rubber cord terminating in an enema attachment. She took this attachment and eased it into her asshole, sighing as its full length disappeared inside her. She fingered the hose clamp and groaned as the first dribbling streams of lukewarm water shot inside her anus. At the same time she brought the head of the vibrator into closer contact with her damp flesh. She pushed it in tighter, then had to stifle a scream as the trembling tip vibrated directly against her clitoris.
Her legs rose automatically into the air and came to rest on the sides of the tub. Her eyes closed and she felt herself sinking into the euphoria that the combined clitoral and anal stimulation brought to her. She began moaning loud and long. The water gushed freely into her asshole and she pressed the vibrator farther in between her legs.
She wriggled, she writhed, her body trying to suck up both dildos invading her twisting figure.
Sucking, she thought pleasantly. If Manny came in here I'd only have one opening left for him. She licked her lips, thinking of it. I'd suck his cock for him. I'd be getting it three ways. Mmmmm, beautiful.
The notion turned her on even more. She grasped the vibrator in one hand, the enema attachment in the other and furiously worked them in and out of her, faster and faster.
She screamed. Her legs flailed the air and her body jerked as spasm after spasm wracked her from head to toe. She moaned then and relaxed as the tenseness drained away from her. Her legs lowered as her body relaxed. She shut off the vibrator but allowed the rest of the water to move across her asshole as she lay very still in the bottom of the tub with her eyes closed, her breasts rising and falling as she breathed heavily.
When the water had finished flowing down the rubber tube and shooting freely over her genitals and anus, Iris climbed from the tub and dried herself. Her heart beat rapidly with the exertion of what she'd just accomplished and she still had trouble catching her breath. But it had been fun. Now, as she rubbed her nipples and breasts and all over between her legs with the big towel, she felt relief and a kind of after-excitement grip her.
There were not enough orgasms in the world to satisfy her. She could never get as many cocks, dildos, or enema tubes into her often and fast enough. Her dream was to be the last woman in the world and stay in bed the rest of her life, with an endless progression of males coming to fuck her, one after another.
For food, she thought with a smile, I could smear chopped liver on some guy's cock and eat it off I might even bite off a few cocks right down to the balls and chew them raw.
She laughed, delighted by the cannibalistic notion. But she wasn't the last woman on earth. Even so, she found and took men whenever she could--and the more the merrier. Only last year she'd taken on a college football team in their locker rooms after a successful game, where she'd learned the fine art of asshole fucking.
She'd been sucking off one quarterback when another player came up behind her and stuck his stiff cock up against her naked behind. She'd thought he was going to shove it into her pussy, so she willingly spread her legs and lifted her butt higher. She was surprised, however, when instead, he spread her cheeks and rammed his cock into her asshole.
It had hurt at first and she tried to move away. But the man held her, as did the quarterback she was sucking off who didn't want her to leave until she was finished giving him the blow job. Then she began to like it. It was different, there was no doubt of that. The steady in-and-out motion of the stiff cock really turned her on-and just as much as doing it the regular way.
After that, to vary the act, she insisted guys did it to her in the ass. Some of them didn't want to, or couldn't for some reason. This lack of asshole buddies made her all the more eager when she entered the Miss Derriere contest. She heard the judges were especially interested in girls' backsides and were expecting the girls to put out.
Well, she was willing anytime they were.
She dressed again in her bikini and went outside to the patio. Miss Cramer was out there. Manny Morris had changed his clothes and was sitting in a chair on the other side of the pool. On a sudden impulse, Iris walked around the pool to him.
"Oh, hi, Miss Hadley," he said.
"Hello, Mr. Morris," she said with a sweet smile. "I wonder if you'd happen to have a cigarette I could have."
"Oh, yeah, sure," he said, fumbling in his pocket.
The conversation was loud enough for Miss Cramer to hear. Iris bent toward the nervous press agent, giving him a view of her dangling breasts he couldn't keep his bulging eyes from. She accepted the cigarette, putting it between her lips.
"A match, please."
As he scratched a cigarette lighter into flame she took his hand to steady the fire against the tip of her cigarette and whispered, "How'd you like to come to my apartment tonight, Manny?"
Manny gulped. "Why, sure!"
"But you've got to promise to fuck me in the ass."
"What?" His face reddened.
"What's the matter?" she taunted. "Aren't you man enough to do it?"
He stared at her breasts, at her navel, at her crotch where a few ruddy hairs peeped around the edges of her bikini.
"I can do it," he told her determinedly.
"Good boy!" She wanted to reach down and give his cock a, friendly squeeze, but she knew the action would be foolhardy. "See you around midnight then."
She turned arid walked back to her own chair, aware that Miss Eileen Cramer was watching her closely, as though she suspected. The hell with her. She's probably never had a cock up her pussy during her whole life.
At that very instant, Miss Eileen Cramer was thinking: She propositioned him. I know she did-I can tell by Manny's nervousness. Well, they're not going to get together, even if I have to-
A smile blossomed on her face.
-even if I have to take her place!
Manny was so excited he could hardly sit still. He was right about Iris being hot to get fucked. Well, he wouldn't mind. He was going to love spreading her legs, shoving his pecker into her snatch.
As to that asshole business-well, he wasn't sure about that. He'd only done it once before and it was okay. But if that's what it took to hit the sack with the redhead, then he'd be only too glad to do it. He'd make the big sacrifice for her. He closed his eyes and thought about how close she'd been to him, about how she'd bent toward him to have him light her cigarette. If they'd been alone, he could've just reached into her halter and grabbed a couple hands full of her breasts, working the nipple up stiff against his palm.
In fact, she'd probably let him do anything and everything to her. He would, too.
* * *
It was later that afternoon when Iris was in her apartment and Manny Morris had reported in to his publicity office downtown that Miss Eileen Cramer telephoned Manny, disguising her voice.
"Hello, Manny, this is Iris Hadley," she said.
"Oh-oh, yes, Iris," he said. His voice was nervous again, but he didn't seem to suspect anything was wrong. "You-you haven't changed your mind, have you?"
"About what?" she asked, playing it cool.
"You said-" He gulped and rushed on, "You said I was to come to your apartment at midnight and fuck you. In the ass, you said."
Eileen Cramer gulped this time, momentarily taken aback by this information. Recovering, she forced herself to laugh. "No, I haven't changed my mind. But instead of coming to my place, I want you to meet me in apartment sixteen."
"But that's vacant."
"I know, but it's furnished. So we'll have a nice big double bed all to ourselves."
"But why-"
"Just in case Miss Cramer suspects."
"Oh, her!"
"You don't like her? She seems very nice to me."
"Oh, she's okay, I guess," Manny agreed, "if you like pills. I'll bet she's boring in the sack. Nothing like you, Iris. Believe me, I'm really looking forward to it."
"Me, too, Manny darling," Eileen said. "Oh and don't put on the lights. We can't have any on in an apartment that's supposed to be vacant, you know."
"That makes sense. I've dreamed for a long time about fucking you, Iris, about shoving my pecker up inside you."
"I know, Manny. I've noticed how you've been looking at me, how your cock stands up in your pants. I'd like to feel your cock tonight, Manny darling, in my hands, in my mouth, in my pussy-"
"And up your ass," Manny suggested with a chuckle.
"There, too," she agreed. "See you at midnight."
She slammed the receiver into its cradle. Boring in the sack, was she? Well, she'd show him tonight. Then her anger subsided before anticipation. Saying those words describing what she'd wanted to do had made her feel very excited. Of course, it wasn't for the sex that she was going to lure Manny into the empty apartment and have intercourse with him. She was merely doing her duty to keep the girls clean and wholesome for the sake of the contest and the studio.
Even so, it seemed like a long time since she'd done anything with a man. Too long. As herself, she wouldn't have let Manny fuck her. But tonight, under cover of darkness, she wouldn't be herself; she'd be redheaded nympho Iris Hadley. She could let herself go and no one would be any the wiser. She'd suck him and fuck him and let him ream her to keep up the masquerade.
It was a shame she couldn't tell Henry Morton, president of International Studios, how good a job of guarding the girls she was doing, of how much beyond the call of duty she was going. She might have gotten a raise.
As it was, the only raise she was going to get was the one from Manny's cock. She licked her lips, smiled-and decided that would be payment enough.
CHAPTER THREE
"I ain't never humped an Indian girl before," Josh Fielding said, as his gaze wandered over the lush figure of the girl in his apartment. "You sure you're full-blooded?"
Princess Laughing Water nodded solemnly. "Full-blooded," she said, "and hot blooded."
She was a tiny girl, but she had all the right equipment and she was aware of it. Her long black hair hung in twin braids down the back of her neck. It was secured by a headband that had a single feather sticking from it. Her blouse was made of hide as was the miniskirt that showed off her excellent, boot-clad legs.
She knew she was in this man's apartment for a purpose-to help her win the Miss Derriere contest. He was one of the judges and he liked girls. He'd like to feel her breasts, she knew and kiss the nipples. He'd like to run his hands all over her body, up between her thighs. And he'd like her to do things to him, too. Well, she was prepared for that.
Josh Fielding laughed and brushed bushy hair from his forehead. "Danged if I don't believe you," he said. "Turn around."
Princess Laughing Water turned slowly, giving him an easy view of her body. She bent toward him at one point he could see the vista of her breasts over the low-cut top of her outfit. When her back was turned toward him, she gave him a saucy look over her shoulder and bent down and wiggled her buttocks in a seductive manner.
Josh gulped. Man, he thought, this Indian babe's got one hell of a nice-looking ass. How I'd like to plow into it with my cock.
"Come over here, honey," he commanded.
The Indian maiden walked toward where he sat in the big easy chair. He reached out, grabbed her wrist and pulled her forward. She toppled into his lap and he pulled her close to him, mashing his lips on her mouth.
She didn't resist. She hadn't come to his apartment to resist. The girl was fully cognizant of how often she'd had to do things like this to win a contest, to get a small part in some movie or television show. One more wouldn't make any difference. She kissed him passionately, moving her tongue past his lips and into his mouth, at the same time wiggling her buttocks into his lap.
He groaned, "Honey, you Indians really know how to start a fire-and by rubbing only one stick, too."
The stick in his lap was pressing up against her warm behind and it was getting harder all the time. Boldly, he reached through the top of her cowhide blouse and massaged her small breasts. The nipples grew hard against his palms as he rubbed them.
"Would you like me to undress, Mr. Fielding?" she asked demurely.
"In a moment, honey," he said. "Meanwhile, keep on rubbing that cute little ass of yours in my lap, huh."
She nodded and kept rubbing her behind against him. She could feel his penis up stiff against her bottom and she focused her attention on this, wiggling her soft flesh directly against it, feeling it throb in response to her motions. It gave her a thrill to know that she was doing this to him. She even enjoyed his caress on her breasts. After all, Josh Fielding was a big TV star in a Western series, a ruggedly handsome man of the Old West who fought off the redskins and bad men.
She smiled as she realized that this afternoon he was going to fight another kind of Indian battle.
"That's it, honey," he said, lifting his hips to push back at her, "you're doing just fine."
He put his big hand on the inside of her thigh, sliding it all the way up between her legs. She wore a flimsy pair of panties. He was pleased when she spread her legs so he'd have more room and he rubbed his hand up and down her crotch, feeling her warm, moist Indian cunt underneath the delicate material.
"Mmmmmmmm, nice," she murmured against his mouth.
Josh grinned. Maybe she did like it, but he knew that she'd do her damndest to butter him up so he'd vote for her in the Miss Derriere contest. Well, shit, that was why he'd agreed to be one of the judges-so he could hump every one of the girls entering it. Princess Laughing Water was the first, but she sure as shooting wasn't going to be the last.
Anyway, he doubted that she enjoyed it half as much as he did. He caressed the cloth covering her snatch, then ran his hands up under her nicely rounded ass, squeezing the twin globes. She was a small girl, but she was pretty well curved and solid where it counted.
Meanwhile, he was getting so hot and bothered he could hardly sit still.
"Okay, Princess," he announced in his manly, booming voice that made feminine hearts flutter from coast to coast, "it's time to undress."
He dumped her off his lap, pulled her roughly to her feet and towed her into the sunlit bedroom.
Smiling enticingly, she slithered out of her blouse, skirt, bra and panties. She was about to remove her boots when he said, "No, leave those on. It makes you look sexier. Now, undress me."
She moved in close enough to feel his breath on her tawny cheek and began. It was easy since he was still wearing only his robe and pajamas. She undid the cord, let it fall free and eased the bathrobe over his massive shoulders. She hardly came up to his chest-he was a big man all around. She caught a glimpse of his penis poking through the opening of his pajamas, but she didn't move to touch it just then. She knew he was staring at her pert little breasts, at the purple nipples jutting out, at the expanse of red skinned flesh, her enticing crotch and sinewy legs. Slowly she unbuttoned his pajama tops and slid them over his arms to freedom. She ran her fingers over his hairy, massive chest.
"Come on, honey," he said impatiently. "I've still got clothes on."
Taking hold of her lovely bare shoulders, he forced her to her knees in front of him. Obediently, she went, her slim fingers unsnapping the tab that held up his pajama bottoms. The material fell down around his legs and he stepped out of it. When she tried to rise, he held her shoulders firmly in place.
"As long as you're down there, honey," he said, "how about giving me a blow job?"
She gave him a demure smile but didn't answer. Blow jobs were nothing new to her. She'd gone through that routine very often, too. Maybe fifty per cent of the bigwigs she called on while looking for work as an actress or a model wanted her to go down on them right there in the office before they'd even consider her as an applicant.
"Hey, wait, I'll make myself comfortable," he said. He backed up to the bed, pulling her forward by the dark hair of her head and lay on the bed with his legs over the side, spread wide for her. "Do a good job, honey and lick me all over-if you know what I mean?"
She nodded. She knew what he meant, all right. She'd heard about his preferences. A lot of guys she knew liked their cocks sucked, but in addition they liked a girl to kiss and tongue their balls, too. Josh Fielding, from what she'd heard, liked a girl to stick her tongue up his asshole. It was obvious from his positioning that he fully expected her to do that now. It was also obvious that she'd damn well better do it.
She laughed to herself. Well, why the hell not? I've kissed enough asses in this business already. What's one more?"
Gently fondling his penis in her slim hands, she ran her palms under his testicles. At the same time she bent her head to plant a wet kiss directly on his asshole.
"Hey," he said, squirming. "That tickles."
"You want me to stop?" she inquired teasingly.
He grunted. "You know better than that, honey."
This was just something to be done and she didn't really think too much about it. She merely stuck out her tongue and licked him all over, up one side and down the other, moving across from one thigh to the other but making sure that his sensitive, puckered opening was in the path of her moist tongue.
She concentrated on his stiff penis for a while, taking the end of it into her mouth and sucking furiously on it for a moment. Then she nibbled at it with her sharp, white teeth, licking a trace of moisture that had gathered from the opening at the very tip. She smiled as the sticky substance wet her taste buds and whetted her appetite. She was beginning to enjoy herself
She stroked his penis deftly and took his testicles in her hand, lifting them to her lips, pulling and sucking the hairy skin.
"Mmmmm, Princess honey, that feels mighty good," he sighed. "Now lick me some more down under, if you don't mind."
She couldn't afford to mind, but fortunately she didn't mind anyway. Her tongue dipped down under his testicles and licked the flesh there. She pressed her lips up tight against the opening and alternately blew and sucked until the cowboy star was thrashing around on the bed, his breathing erratic.
He shook his head, raised himself to his elbows and said, "Honey, you are gonna get yourself fucked in the ass!"
He leaped from the bed and pulled the Indian girl to her feet. "All right," he said, "now you bend over, put your hands on this night stand here and spread your legs. That's it, honey."
She did as she was told, glancing over her shoulder at him. His penis was up good and stiff, throbbing visibly as he gazed at her rounded buttocks extending in his direction. He really did have a big one and it was very red-looking, with blue veins standing out in the skin.
"Maybe-" she wet her lips nervously. "Maybe you should use some vaseline, Mr. Fielding."
"Naw. Makes it too slippery. I like a nice tight fit, honey."
For a moment he stared at her and fingered his penis as he thought, Yeah, she's really got her one helluva nice redskin ass. She wouldn't be bad as Miss Derriere.
Of course, he went on hastily, I can't decide now. A low chuckle broke out in his throat. Got to look at the other girls' asses, too-to be fair.
He eased his massive big frame up behind her and took her hips in his big hands. She flinched slightly as he rubbed his stiff penis against the soft flesh of her buttocks. He didn't mind that-it showed she was aware that he had a huge cock, that he was a real he-man just like the public thought he was.
He pulled her tight against him and worked his penis up between the rounded cheeks, delighting in the feel of the warm female flesh pressing his sensitive skin.
"Hold steady now," he commanded.
Backing off slightly and spreading the flesh of her buttocks so he could see the asshole, he moved in and placed the tip of his stiff penis against the puckered flesh.
She tensed.
He said, "Relax, honey." She forced herself to relax.
He moved the tip of it against her and into her, thinking, Hell, it's tight, all right.
The little Indian maiden obviously hadn't been fucked in the ass very often-if at all. But, he figured, she was game to follow through, because she wanted him to vote for her in the contest. She'd be surprised no doubt to find out how much fun asshole fucking really was. Besides, she was luckier than a lot of girls who never had the chance to get their asses reamed out by the penis of a famous television star.
She involuntarily took in her breath as she felt his penis probe her behind. Closing her eyes, she eased her body back, trying to make it easier for him to gain entrance. When the tip of his big sex organ slid into her and paused, she tensed, knowing what he was going to do next. He rammed it into her as far as it would go.
She gasped and cried out in surprise and pain, wanting to scream, but holding it back. He was so big and she was so small. She could feel his big throbbing cock deep in her anus and she felt like a bug trapped on a pin. There was no place she could go.
"You okay, honey?" he asked, breathing heavily.
She gave him a smile over her shoulders. "Fine, Mr. Fielding."
"I mean," he persisted, "my big cock isn't hurting your sweet little Indian asshole, is it?"
Suddenly she realized that possibly he was trying to tell her something. She responded, "Well, it is very large," adding hastily, "but I really do love the sensation of such a big, manly cock up inside me, Mr. Fielding."
He smiled at that. "Well, I'll try to take it easy with you, honey. But I can't guarantee anything. When I'm asshole-fucking, sometimes I get pretty emotional."
"I understand," she told him.
He began moving, holding her hips tight against him so they moved in unison for a moment. Then he held her still and eased his stiff penis out of her anus almost to the tip. When he paused, she tensed again and held her breath. He smiled to himself-the little Indian girl was expecting a strong attack from the rear and he wasn't going to disappoint her.
With all the force he could muster, he thrust forward, ramming his penis deep inside her. She gasped again, lost her balance and went forward against the desk. Recovering, she steadied herself with her palms down on the wood and wiggled her buttocks against him.
His hands left her hips and moved under her arms to her small but perfect breasts dangling within easy reach. He rubbed her nipples, which were already hard and stiff, then palmed them roughly.
"Honey, you're the greatest," he said appreciatively.
He continued massaging her breasts while he moved his penis in and out of her asshole, thinking to himself, She'll probably be sore tomorrow, but what the hell and she was thinking, This is all for a good cause, isn't it? Besides, next time it'll be easier for both of us. Josh's thoughts continued: A small, tight girl is nice, but there is such a thing as being too tight!
His thoughts went back to one teenager who'd come to his hotel room when he was doing personal appearances. He'd rammed his cock into her asshole so vigorously he'd injured the flesh around her opening and caused a little internal bleeding-but it had been a hell of a lot of fun for both of them. He'd enjoyed it and afterwards the girl could brag to her friends that she'd been intimate with the famous Josh Fielding.
Princess Laughing Water's wiggle brought him back to the present. He'd almost come a couple of times, but he'd managed to hold himself back-he wanted it to last with this girl, because he might not have time to get back to her again.
The Indian girl blinked tears from her eyes and steadied herself as best she could against Josh's driving strokes. When she could, she rotated her hips against him as he worked his penis in and out of her. Guys had taken her from behind before, but most of them liked to put it in her cunt. Not that she minded the way he was doing it, but she wished she could be stimulated more. His hands on her breasts were doing a good job but that, too, was intended to excite him- not her.
Surreptitiously, she balanced herself with one hand and placed the other one over her crotch, working a middle finger into the damp pubic hair until she found the vaginal lips. She parted the sensitive, moist folds and stuck her finger directly on the nub of her upstanding clitoris.
She closed her eyes as sensation wracked her body and orgasm came to her swiftly. But she nearly fell off balance and Josh said roughly, "Hey, hold still, will you? I'm going to come any second now."
It was true. He couldn't hold back if he'd wanted to -and he didn't want to anymore. His cock was up her asshole and it was throbbing and bulging like it wanted to let loose. Josh increased the fury of his thrusts, ramming his cock home, pulling it out to the knob, then shoving it forcefully in again.
Now, he thought wildly. Now!
She had her legs spread all the wider now to take the full brunt of his motions, his hands gripping her breasts so hard she winced. He was hunched over her naked form, plunging his penis deep into her and pulling it out with such a rhythm that it became almost frantic.
When orgasm came, he rammed his cock full into her and kept it there while his flesh grew swollen and spurted blast after blast of fluid into her tingling asshole.
For a moment he stood there, still connected to her, catching his breath. Then he withdrew his dripping penis from her and collapsed on the nearby bed.
She turned to face him. "That was very nice, Mr. Fielding. You're quite a man."
"Ain't it the truth, honey," he said with a guffaw. "Most girls think I got me a real manly cock."
"I couldn't agree more," she said. She hesitated, "And I hope we can do this again sometime-real soon."
He nodded. "Maybe we can, honey, maybe we can."
This satisfied her. She smiled to herself, knowing she had given herself an edge over the other girls who hadn't had the foresight to do something like this. She had one judge in her corner; now there were two more she had to visit and do things with.
Damn her, Josh thought, amused, I'll bet she thinks she's got the only asshole in the contest worth fucking. Maybe she's right, but the only way I'm gonna find out is to try out all the others.
Besides, I got to be fair, don't I? he mused. My public expects that and I'm not gonna disappoint them. Any girl in the contest has an equal chance of getting my vote-just so long as she lets me ream out her ass with my cock!
CHAPTER FOUR
"Okay, hold that pose for a moment, Adrienne," Ron Williams said.
He advanced toward the bikini-suited brunette, his eye to the Nikon, the lens aimed directly at her beautiful buttocks. He clicked off a shot, then moved to another vantage point, still emphasizing this most salient of her features. Another click. He moved in low, got to his knees behind her and clicked off another one.
"Now bend forward," he told her. "Ah, that's it."
He caught his breath at the sight through the view-finder and wetting his lips made sure the focus on the screen was razor sharp. Click! Click!
He was so close to her he could've touched her-and he did. He reached up and fondled the twin globes.
"You've got a real beautiful ass, baby," he said sincerely.
Adrienne Duval smiled and wriggled her buttocks against his hands. She didn't mind being fondled, especially if it meant garnering points for herself and since Ron Williams was one of the judges in the Miss Derriere contest, it made sense to be nice to him. Besides, he wasn't a bad-looking fellow at all. She was grateful he wasn't fruity like some of the photogs she knew; then she wouldn't be able to seduce him as she intended.
"I'll bet you tell that to all the girls," she said coyly.
Ron grinned at her. "No," he said, "not all of them."
Ron knew there were some girls who didn't have nice asses-nice tits on some of them, nice legs on others. But a nice ass was something that turned him on, creatively and sexually-and apparently a lot of other people, too, from the fact that his work was in such great demand.
He not only liked to look at Adrienne's ass, he liked to feel it. Her flesh felt very warm and soft under the skimpy bikini and his fingers gently rubbed and squeezed all over.
"I'd love to see you naked, baby," he said enticingly.
She didn't flinch. "I'd love to see you naked, too, Mr. Williams."
He laughed. "Call me Ron-and take off your bikini."
"How about you taking it off for me," she suggested.
Putting his camera on a nearby table, he moved toward her. She kept her back toward him as he edged in close, pressed his groin against her rounded bottom and unfastened the snaps of her bikini halter. An instant later, he lifted the wisp of cloth over her head and reached under her armpits to fondle her large breasts. They were soft and smooth and he enjoyed squeezing them and letting the nipples harden against the palms of his hands. But even more he enjoyed pressing up to her from behind, feeling his prick grow from the warmth and the friction of her flesh jiggling seductively against him.
Adrienne enjoyed the sensation of his hands on her breasts, the touch of his palms on her nipples. She exulted in the thrill of his penis rising majestically against the slopes of her wriggling buttocks. Sex and she were hardly strangers. She'd been introduced to it at the tender age of thirteen by a farmhand who had worked on her parent's farm in Wisconsin. The man had enjoyed doing it animal-fashion, with her on all fours as though she were a cow or a mare and he'd come up behind her and stick his stiff penis deep into her. Most times he had done it in her cunt, but on those days when she was having her period he had put it up her asshole. He'd liked it equally well either way-and so had she.
Now she was taking advantage of her natural assets. She knew she had good breasts and legs, a nice all around figure, but she was planning on her backside to earn her the fame and fortune which had thus far eluded her-Ron Williams would be the stepping stone in the right direction.
Inspired by this last thought, she wiggled her butt against him with renewed enthusiasm.
He gritted his teeth and sighed, "Ooooh, baby, you've really got it where it counts." He moved away. "Come on, let's get the rest of this off."
She held still as his hands flitted over the fastenings of her bikini bottom. In a moment, he was on his knees beside her, pulling the scant covering down around her legs to freedom. Impulsively, he seized her buttocks with both hands and pulled the front of her into close contact with his face, he buried his nose in her dark pubic hair, inhaling deeply the perfumed aroma of her crotch. His tongue licked out at the slit that peeped through the hair between her legs.
"Let me take some pictures of you this way," he begged her. "Please."
Adrienne hesitated. Posing for sexy pictures was nothing new to her, but she wanted him to think it was -so he'd feel an obligation toward her when it came time to cast his vote.
"All right," she agreed, "but for your own personal use. I'd die if anyone else ever saw them."
"I promise," he said.
Seizing his Nikon, he put her through various poses, standing, sitting, bending back and forward, kneeling. He had her bend over forwards and touch her toes, with her legs wide apart, while he lay under them, shooting upward into her crotch.
He was obviously getting very excited by these intimate glimpses of her. He had her stretch out on the floor, spread her legs wide and lift her buttocks high. Licking his lips, he moved in toward her crotch, shooting furiously at the slit of her genital lips and the puckered opening of her asshole which lay in a direct line below it. The closer he got to her, the more clearly she could hear his labored breathing.
Finally, he put down his camera and gulped, "Baby, I just can't resist. You're too beautiful!"
He lay down in front of her, held her legs wide and applied his mouth to the area below her pubic mound. He kissed her vaginal lips, stuck his tongue past them into the opening and nipped and sucked her clitoris while his finger delved into her asshole and moved in and out with rhythmic thrusts. After a moment, he followed a trail of his own saliva down to the pucker where his fingers were. He pulled away his hand and kissed her there.
She giggled.
"Tickles, baby?" he asked her.
"But nice," she said. "Do it some more."
He grinned happily, knowing a lot of girls had never been kissed on the asshole. If they'd been kissed at all, it was generally in the cunt, so he figured when a knowledgeable guy like himself came along, he'd give them a new experience they wouldn't soon forget. Of course, that was not his main reason for doing it. He did it because he genuinely enjoyed the sensation of it.
He worked his tongue over the edges of the opening, licking the flesh while his nostrils inhaled the delicate scent of her. As usual, the act was turning him on. Since his hands were free, he lay on his side and reached down to unzip his fly, easing his stiff prick into view.
It was stiff, all right and throbbing against his palms as he rubbed it up and down. He didn't miss a lick as he stroked his penis in time with the movements of his tongue over the girl's asshole. It was a wonderful sensation for him, one he never tired of. The warm softness of a girl's naked body excited him, as it always had, but after he'd had the usual positions, the cunt-sucking, the sixty-nining, he wanted to do something that was different-something that not everyone did.
Use of the female asshole was his latest discovery. He'd always been extremely attracted to female asses, so it was only natural that he delve into them a bit deeper. He loved to kiss them, to suck and blow them, to lap his tongue all over them. This made him so excited he could hardly breathe and it made his prick harder and stiffer than ever, which thrilled him, since a stiff prick was a necessity if he was to shove it up a girl's tight ass.
He worked his fist up and down his lap, clutching his penis tightly, letting it slide protestingly through the small opening his hand allowed it, then working it in the opposite direction. The friction of one skin against the other made his flesh throb with desire.
Adrienne twisted her body around so she could reach out and fondle his crotch. She rubbed her hands over the shaft and down under the balls.
"I'd love to have this inside me, Ron," she said. "Please fuck me."
He smiled. "How do you want it, baby?"
"Any way you want to give it to me." She hesitated, looking shy. "If you really want to know-"
"Yes?"
"I'd really like to get fucked in the ass," she said.
His smile broadened and she knew she'd made another point with him by requesting he do it the way she knew he wanted to do it to her.
"Okay, baby, if that's the way you want it."
He didn't delude himself into thinking it was his great charm that was inspiring Adrienne to do wonderful things with him. He was fully aware that she and maybe all the other girls in the Miss Derriere contest would try to butter him up and get on his good side. He chuckled, thinking, Or maybe vaselined would be a better word for it.
"Have you ever had it in the ass?" he asked her.
"Oh, yes, lots of times," she said. "I love it that way." She added, "Especially with a man who knows what he's doing."
"Well, I know what I'm doing, all right," he told her proudly. "I'm an ass specialist from way back."
"Way behind, you mean," she said, laughing.
He joined her laughter. "That reminds me of a joke. Do you know why the milkman was late for the third floor?"
She knew, but she said, "No, why?"
"Because," he said, laughing, "he got a little behind on the second."
Adrienne exploded with laughter, though she'd heard the story long ago.
He said, "How about doing some asshole sixty-nining?"
"Sure," she said, "I'd love to."
She'd never done it before, but she had a good idea what he meant by it. She was sure of it when he lay on top of her with his face in her crotch.
"Lift your ass up from the floor so I can get at it," he ordered. She did so and he pulled a cushion over and thrust it under her hips. "There, beautiful, right on target."
It was a position similar to the one she got into whenever she went to a gynecologist for examination. Her legs were spread, her butt was raised high. But the tool Ron Williams was using was his tongue and that was the way she liked it.
He took a few licks at her moist cunt, running his tongue all over the lips, then spreading them so he could stick it in and lave her clit. Then he moved on down to her asshole, which he licked with a great deal of enthusiasm, twirling the tip of his tongue over the opening, then delving inside with swift, sure strokes.
She liked it. She truly enjoyed the sensation.
"Come on," he gasped. "Do it to me."
She'd been absent-mindedly fondling his stiff prick and the balls dangling under her nose. Now she put both her hands over the rounds of his buttocks and spread them. She licked her lips at the sight of his asshole winking at her, then took a deep breath and placed her face in close to his intimate flesh. When she kissed him there, she felt his entire body shake in response. Smiling at his reaction, she stuck her tongue against the opening, flicking it around the perimeter, exulting in his moan against her own sensitive flesh.
Adrienne was getting very excited herself-not only by his oral ministrations on her cunt and asshole, but by Ron's responses to her own anal lovemaking. One hand was sufficient to hold apart the cheeks of his buttocks while she worked her tongue deep in his asshole, twirling it tantalizingly one way and then another. With her free hand, she reached under his crotch and continued her fondling of his stiff, throbbing penis and the tightening testicles growing damp and hot with the passion building inside them.
"Oh, Adrienne, you're beautiful," he groaned into her crotch. "Just beautiful!"
She smiled to herself. She hoped he would remember that when it came time to cast his vote for Miss Derriere. She could use the title and more importantly, the movie role that went with it. This thought spurred her on to greater enthusiasm. She began tonguing his asshole and an instant later his penis was jerking almost out of her hand.
Ron leaped away from her. "Come on, quick," he commanded. "Get up on your hands and knees."
She did as she was told and he moved into position behind her. For a moment he rubbed his stiff penis against her buttocks, then spreading her cheeks, he eased himself forward. She braced herself as she felt the knob of his penis press against her tingling asshole.
"You'll like my prick in your ass, Adrienne," he promised.
"I can hardly wait, Ron," she said. "Please hurry."
He was already hurrying, obviously very excited and anxious to get it in and started. She bit her lip to hold back a gasp as the end of it forced its way past the opening. When she felt him rear back, she tensed, expecting him to shove it all the way in-which he did, with one forceful thrust that brought a gasp from her lips and tears to her eyes.
"You okay?" he asked.
"I-I'm fine. You just took my breath away."
"Hang on. Here we go," he told her.
She spread her arms, placing the palms of her hands flat on the floor to help her balance. As he pulled his stiff prick from her asshole to the knob, she held her body still, then moved back against him as he shoved it in. At first his hands gripped her waist then, after a moment, he hunched closer over her and reached to fondle her breasts, rubbing the nipples which were already stiff and swollen with passion.
Mmmmmmm, nice, Ron told himself appreciatively as he eased his prick inside her, pulled it out, eased it in again. A real nice piece of ass.
The mirror he had set up so a model could aid herself in getting into the right poses was just opposite them, which was no accidental placement; any more than the placement of his penis in the girl's anus was accidental. Everything in Ron's studio had been deliberately planned with seduction in mind.
I sure do like fucking girls in the ass, he thought and what a kick to watch myself do it to 'em. He rammed his swollen prick in and out of the girl's asshole, all the while fascinated by the motions of her delightfully rounded buttocks which he watched intently through passion-slitted eyes. It was a sight he never tired of seeing. He watched in the mirror as his long, dripping penis eased out from between Adrienne's soft cheeks, saw it plunge back in, disappearing to the hilt.
Every new girl seemed to excite him more than the last one. Adrienne was the first girl from the contest that he'd photographed and the first one to be seduced. There were others to photograph and he was sure that every one of them would give in to him and let him do anything and everything he wanted to.
They damn well better, if they want my vote, he chuckled to himself.
It was a nice position to be in-being judge in a beauty contest-and a nice position he was in behind the panting girl on her hands and knees in front of him. His prick was up good and stiff and was throbbing like mad inside her asshole. He wanted it to last forever, but he knew it wouldn't be much longer before he gave way. He increased the tempo of his thrusts, gripping her breasts tightly, squeezing the soft flesh, rolling the stiff nipple between his fingers.
Adrienne closed her eyes and licked her lips, wiggling her butt in a suggestive manner against the photographer's plunging groin. As she opened her eyes, she glanced over at the mirror. Iris Hadley had told her how sexy it was to watch yourself getting fucked, but she had never realized how true this was until now. Of course, most of the guys she had known had not been very imaginative. They would just hop on top of her, stick their pricks into her cunt and ram away. Under such circumstances she had only to look down between them to see his prick going in and out between her legs. Without the mirror, this would have been impossible now. As she looked at herself and felt what she was seeing, she found herself getting more excited than she had been in a very long time. There was something about doing it doggie-fashion-and especially in the asshole rather than the cunt-that thrilled her.
To Adrienne it seemed that looking at it in the mirror was something like watching another girl getting reamed. But she could also feel that thick prick she saw sliding in and out of her, feel those hands on her breasts, feel the hot breath on her naked back as Ron leaned on her and jerked behind her.
She was going to come. She knew it and she wanted it desperately. She wouldn't be alone, either; Ron was so excited she was surprised he had lasted this long. Holding her breath, she rotated her buttocks swiftly, pushing back with more force than ever as he thrust his penis deep inside her.
"Oh," he cried, suddenly, "ooh, oh, oh!"
Ron stiffened, plunged his penis forward and held it there. Adrienne winced as his hands tightened about her breasts. She wiggled faster in an effort to get herself over the top. She made it and felt spasm after spasm wrack her body. An instant later, his penis grew swollen and exploded, shooting hot sperm within the walls of her asshole.
He withdrew from her then and lay on the floor breathing heavily, then toppled her over on top of him and hugged and kissed her.
"Adrienne," he said enthusiastically, "you've got the nicest ass. What's more, you know how to use it."
She ran her tongue over his mouth and fondled his sticky, limp penis. "You ought to know, Ron. You're the expert at it." She hesitated. "Do I have a chance in the Miss Derriere contest?"
"The best chance in the world, Adrienne," he told her.
Idly, he ran his hands over her perspiring buttocks, adding to himself, Just like the other girls who'll let me fuck them in the ass and then ask the same question.
Adrienne nestled against his chest, smiling. Well, she thought, that's one vote wrapped up. Now, I've got to work on the other two judges.
CHAPTER FIVE
Manny Morris was so excited he couldn't sit still. The young press agent paced back and forth in his apartment, constantly glancing at his wrist watch, cursing the slowness of the hands.
His own hands weren't slow-he kept moving them over his crotch, rubbing and squeezing, as he thought of the vision of naked loveliness that was soon to be his. The sight of Iris Hadley's bikini-clad body on the patio always turned him on. Now, in a half hour, he would be feeling her body against his, completely nude, running his hands over her squirming curves, sticking his stiff pecker into her mouth, her snatch, anyplace else she wanted it.
It would be a hell of a lot better than jerking off, which is what he sometimes did behind the curtains of his window as he watched the provocative redhead and some of the other girls sunning themselves beside the pool. He'd always been too shy to approach them, but fortunately, Iris had come right up to him and asked him to fuck her that night at twelve. For a moment he had thought she might be ready to just reach out and grip his pecker and give it a squeeze-but she hadn't-probably because Miss Eileen Cramer had been there watching.
He glanced at his watch and again cursed the slowness. He wondered if she were already in apartment sixteen and considered going there to find out. He resisted the impulse. She said midnight and midnight it'll be: I'll just have to hold onto myself until then, he thought, shaking his head and smiling.
On a whim, he unzipped his trousers, pulled out his pecker and stroked it quickly into erection. He knew Iris had probably had a lot of fun with it himself and now he was going to share it with her. Not only for tonight, but maybe for lots of other nights, too.
He closed his eyes and tried to imagine that Iris' slim fingers were jerking his pecker up and down, making the flesh throb with passion. As he gritted his teeth, he suddenly realized how close he was to coming. Backing off, he released his pecker and tried to think of other things. There was no point in shooting his wad now. He wanted to save it for the redhead's available crotch.
He glanced at his watch once again. Soon. It would be soon now.
In her own apartment, Eileen Cramer stood naked in front of her mirror and ran a lightly powdered puff over her slim body, under the armpits, over the smooth, rounded breasts, into the brownish hair of her crotch, over her saucy buttocks. She liked what she saw. It wasn't a voluptuous body perhaps, but it was all right-better than most men got or deserved. In the dark, Manny Morris would surely be convinced she was Iris Hadley, as long as she reacted like the nympho redhead.
She put on a pair of lacy panties and a skimpy bra, followed by a blouse and skirt that would be easy to remove. Then she slipped into her sandals and looked over at the clock on the night stand. Ten minutes more.
She hurried. Rushing out to her front door, she opened it cautiously to peer out. The patio was deserted. Lights were on in most of the apartments, but no doors were open thanks to a slight chill in the air. Eileen eased herself outside, closing the door quietly behind her.
Swiftly she walked across the patio, her sandals making no noise. At the door of number sixteen, she glanced around once more. Certain no one was in sight, she inserted her key in the lock and went in, closing, but not locking, the door behind her.
Walking across the deserted darkness of the living room into the equally unlit bedroom, she removed her slippers and stretched out on the bed. She felt deliciously wicked lying there in the dark and every pore in her body seemed to tingle with the thoughts of what she was about to do. She ran her hands over the outside of her body, squeezing her breasts, then moved her fingers down over her warm thighs, up between her legs to her pantied crotch, where she massaged the flesh with the palm of her hand.
It was not something that Eileen Cramer would do; but tonight she was not Eileen Cramer, she was Iris Hadley who would do anything at all with a man. It was a rationalization that pleased her, freed her of any inhibitions she might otherwise have felt about the rendezvous.
A few minutes later she heard the front door open and close. A male voice said uncertainly, "Iris, are you in here?"
Eileen's heart raced. "Manny?" she whispered huskily.
"It's me," he said, "Manny Morris. Where are you?"
"In the bedroom, my darling," she whispered loudly. "Hurry."
He hurried, but in the dark and in his haste tripped over a chair and fell, cursing. Struggling to his feet, he said, "Can't I turn on a light?"
"No," she told him urgently. "Miss Cramer would see it and then we couldn't do anything."
He felt his way into the bedroom, guided by the sounds of her voice. Light filtered vaguely through the Venetian blinds, enough to show him a female figure on the bed.
"Iris?"
"It's me, Manny darling," she cooed in a whisper.
Eileen got up from the bed and embraced him, mashing her mouth on his, pulling him close to her, running her hands over the bulge in front of his pants.
Manny groaned. He had half-expected she'd been teasing him, but here she was fondling him, holding him, ready to do anything and everything with him-he thought.
"Oh, Iris baby," he gulped. "I've dreamed of this moment. You and me ... together ... naked."
"Me, too, Manny dear," Eileen murmured against his lips.
He forced open her lips and shoved his tongue deep inside. He hadn't actually fucked many girls, but he couldn't let her know it. Not a swinger like Iris, who'd probably had dozens of guys. He had to make her think he was confident, filled with self-assurance, that he knew how to handle a hot piece of snatch.
"Don't be bashful, Iris," he said, as he unzipped his fly.
"You either," Eileen told him.
She hadn't been kissed like that in a long time and it sent hot flashes all over her body, but especially between her legs, where she was getting all warm and moist. Boldly, (after all, she was Iris Hadley, wasn't she?) she reached into the opening of his fly and snaked out his stiff penis.
"Oh!" he moaned as she clutched him.
"Did I hurt you?"
"No, no, don't stop. It's just beautiful."
She smiled and continued stroking his throbbing penis with her eager hand, running the palm over one side and then another.
Be forceful, he told himself. Self-confident! He lifted her skirt with both hands and gripped her buttocks, massaging them gingerly. Through the thin covering of her panties, he could feel the sensual warmth of Eileen's pulsating flesh.
"Would you like to undress me, Manny?" she murmured into his ear.
"I-I'd love to, Iris," he managed.
"Then do it," she commanded.
Manny Morris nodded and began fumbling at the buttons of her blouse, fingering them loose. His trembling hands unzipped her skirt and he thrilled as it slid past her hips and formed a puddle of shadowy clothing on the floor. Gathering more courage, he eased the blouse from her shoulders, then pulled it off.
He wished they could turn on a light so he could see her magnificent body so close to him. As it was, there was enough light so he could make out her glinting flesh, see that she wore a skimpy bra and panties and nothing else. When she moved in close, he could feel her breasts pushing against his chest.
"The bra," she directed. "Take off my bra."
Manny gulped and managed to unsnap the fastenings at her back. An instant later, Eileen had pulled it off and flung the bra onto the floor nearby.
"Here, I'll get the rest," she hissed.
She was afraid he might take all night with it. Hooking her thumbs in the rim of her panties, she pulled them down over her thighs to freedom.
He grabbed her suddenly, his hands busily mauling her breasts, her thighs, her buttocks so roughly it took her breath away.
"Hey, take it easy, tiger," she said seductively. "What's the rush?"
"I-I'm sorry, Iris," he apologized "It's just that you're so beautiful."
"I understand," she said softly, "I can hardly wait myself, Manny, darling."
Remembering she was masquerading as Iris-who certainly wasn't the bashful type-Eileen renewed her jerking of Manny's stiff penis thrusting towards her.
"My turn," she said.
He was wearing a sport shirt and slacks, which she quickly removed them. Next she took off his tee shirt and jockey shorts. Then she led him to the bed, where they lay together.
He grabbed her awkwardly, roughly once again and his mouth mashed her lips, then transferred itself to her nipples, sucking greedily like a man at his last meal. His hand reached between her legs and his middle finger rammed into her crotch, finding the moist opening, delving inside with an insistence that could not be denied.
Eileen had the impression that seemed to be inexperienced, but he was certainly determined. She felt herself getting very excited by his nakedness against her, by his mouth on her breasts, his finger darting in and out of her warm, wet vagina and rubbing the hood of her clitoris one way and then another. She found herself straining to meet the thrusts of his finger. She felt hot all over, but especially so around the opening between her legs. Her nipples were up good and stiff and breasts seemed to ache.
It had been a long time and Eileen knew she might never have known this thrill if she were herself instead of pretending to be Iris Hadley. Manny was a good guy and she genuinely liked him. She also liked his hands on her flesh, his mouth on her nipples. She liked the feel of his pecker throbbing stiffly against her hands as she fondled and massaged the sex organ and testicles dangling below.
"Do you like my body, Manny, darling?" she asked him.
"Yes," he moaned deliriously. "Yes, oh yes, Iris. It's wonderful."
Eileen felt a fire build swiftly within her. She had waited a long time since her last sex and now she wanted to make up for lost time. She wanted this pecker up inside her pussy, moving swiftly in and out, finally spewing the hot semen deep inside her. She wanted to kiss his pecker, to run her hot tongue all over it, lick it up and down and all around, then suck his balls and anything else he wanted sucked.
She moaned as her body throbbed with renewed spasms of increasing passion. Desperately, she thrust her pelvis in frantic bump-and-grind movements against the finger that squished in and out of her with a steady rhythm. She gripped his stiff penis all the harder, jerking it back and forth.
Manny had never had a girl so passionate. He worked his finger in and out of her while he nibbled and sucked her nipples. Her hand pulled his pecker, causing him to thrash about so much he was afraid he might pull it out of her grasp. The taste of her powdered flesh, the female scent of her filling his nostrils, the touch of her wet crotch enveloping his thrusting finger-all these combined with her hand on his sex organ to make him more excited than he'd ever been in his life.
"Let's do it, Iris. Quick!" he said passionately.
Eileen was more than agreeable. She was beginning to feel that if something didn't give pretty soon, she was going to have cramps. Flopping on her back, she pulled him on top of her as she spread her legs wide. She reached down, took his pecker in both hands and guided him into her slick pussy, wincing as he sank into her all the way.
She hadn't hand it in so long she was almost virgin-ally tight and she felt him start to spasm.
"No, wait!" she warned. "Not yet."
Manny held his breath and held back as best he could. When the tense moment passed, he breathed a sigh of relief and began pumping his penis in and out of her. He kissed her passionately on the lips and rubbed her bare breasts with his hands. Once again he wished there was more light in the room so he could see her. But the image of her on the patio was fresh in his mind, burned there, indelibly, for all time. As he made love to the girl in his mind's eye, he could see the soft red hair, the voluptuous figure, the legs scissoring behind his back as they had when she was exercising on the patio that afternoon.
Eileen had wanted to play the part of Iris Hadley-who loved sex. Well, she was pleased now to discover she didn't have to do much acting. She loved Manny's penis fucking her pussy and she was determined to give herself as good a time as she was going to give him. She lifted her pelvis from the bed, rotated her hips, grinding her crotch against his.
In seconds she was in the midst of the most satisfying orgasm she'd ever had. The contractions of her vaginal muscles gripped his penis, squeezing it until he began spasming himself. Manny's lunges grew more frantic, more erratic. His hands mauled her breasts as he thrust his erupting penis deep inside her throbbing pussy and held it there while he came. Eileen thrust her hips up to meet his surging flood of hot semen.
Their connected bodies stiffened and shuddered in unison, sharing the ecstasy of their double climax. Slowly they collapsed in a limp, sweat-soaked tangle of arms and legs on the bed.
After a while, Eileen asked him anxiously, "Did you like it, Manny, darling?"
"Yes," he told her enthusiastically. "Yes, oh yes, oh yes!"
Well, she thought smugly, I showed him I wasn't, a bore in the sack-except, she thought further in consternation, he doesn't know I'm Eileen Cramer, He still thinks I'm Iris Hadley.
She considered telling him, but she was too embarrassed to do so. Besides, no telling what he might do. He might actually go to Iris because he felt cheated by not having her. No, she had to keep up the masquerade-for awhile, at least.
He propped himself up on one elbow. "Hey, I forgot."
"What?"
"You wanted me to--well, to fuck you in the ass."
She laughed, leaned forward and kissed him full on the lips. "Don't worry, we'll do it that way next time."
She got off the bed and quickly dressed. He said, "Do you have to go now?"
"I must. No use taking chances. If we're discovered, we may not be able to do this again."
He brightened. "Then you do want to do it again?"
"Of course. Don't you?"
"You bet I do, Iris. I love having you. You get me more excited than any girl I've ever known."
Eileen smiled in the darkness. "I'll leave now. You wait a few minutes before going back to your apartment." At the bedroom door, she paused. "Oh yes, tomorrow try to pretend as though nothing has happened between us. I'll do the same. Okay?"
"Okay," he said.
Then she was gone. Manny folded his arms under his head and stared into the darkness, reminiscing, reliving the sexual experience he'd just had. That Ms Hadley is a real sexpot, all right and fucking her had been easier than I thought, He told himself, gathering self-confidence.
He hoped the other girls in the contest would be as easy.
CHAPTER SIX
"The no-good, rotten, fucking son of a bitch!" Iris Hadley stormed.
It was a quarter to one in the morning and Manny Morris hadn't shown up for their rendezvous. She was sure he'd be pissing his pants in his hurry to get over to her place on time-and she wished he had.
He didn't seem like much of a man, but at least he had a cock in his pants. He'd proved it by coming in his pants just looking at her out on the patio that afternoon. It also proved that he had the hots for her.
So where the fuck was he?
She kept glancing out the window, past the drawn draperies onto the silent patio. She was totally nude and raring to go. The prospect of having a cock working up her pussy and/or ass-a real cock, not the dildos she was using-really made her excited. She'd lain in bed and masturbated all evening just thinking about it. She had been hoping Manny would turn out to have a big cock and that he wouldn't just stick it up her hot pussy and let loose-she wanted it to last and last and last! She even had some tools in her drawer that would help him-sexual aids for failing cocks. There was nothing worse than having a cock go limp when you needed it stiff, hard and ready to keep going.
Iris glanced at her clock and swore again. She peered around the edge of her drapes in growing irritation-and noticed what she thought was movement outside on the patio. She gasped. It was Manny Morris coming out of apartment 16. For a moment the significance of that didn't register. Apartment 16 was vacant-why would he be in there?
She studied him as he tried the door to the apartment he had just left as if to make sure it was locked. When he turned toward the light, she saw his face-tired but contented. And he was tugging at his zippered pants to make sure he hadn't forgotten that!
"The bastard!" she raved. "He was in there screwing somebody else, when he could've had me!"
She felt anger and humiliation welling up within her, but worse than that was the gnawing ache of disappointed anticipation she'd felt all evening waiting for the moment when his male cock would invade her body. She was all built up with no place to go-except back in the bedroom with her vibrator or into the bath with her enema bag.
"No, damn it!" she said determinedly. "I'm going to have me a man!"
Hurriedly she dressed in a skirt and blouse, not bothering with underwear. High heels completed her outfit. Turning out all the lights in her apartment, she eased open the front door and looked out. All was silent out there. The pool rippled quietly before a slight breeze, reflecting shimmering lights from among the potted plants scattered about.
Iris slipped out through the small opening she'd left for herself and closed the door carefully behind her, walking across the lighted patio on tiptoe, so her heels wouldn't click on the concrete. When she'd gone through the wrought iron gates and was on the street, she breathed a sigh of relief and increased her speed, not pausing until she was a half block away from the apartment house.
There was a bar a few blocks away, which she knew would be open until two o'clock. Iris was sure she wouldn't have any trouble picking up a guy in there who would be more than willing to screw her. She licked her lips in anticipation of this delightful experience and walked faster.
The bar was open and its dim interior was filled with a handful of people, mostly men. Walking down the length of the bar, Iris perched on a stool and ordered a martini. A jukebox was playing a romantic ballad as she crossed her legs, squeezing them tightly together, sighing softly as wonderful sensations shot through her. She shuddered pleasantly, with her eyes slitted; when she opened her eyes wide, she was used to the dimness and saw a man a short distance away who was smiling at her.
She smiled back at him, picked up her cocktail glass and ran her tongue tantalizingly along the wet rim. The man got off his stool and strolled down the bar toward her. He was in his early thirties, she guessed, with a wealth of wavy brown hair and a pleasant enough face.
"Hello there," he said cheerfully.
"Hello, yourself," she replied.
"I've never seen you in here before," he said.
"I've never been in here before."
"Mind if I join you?"
Iris indicated a bar stool beside her. "Be my guest."
She felt a thrill at finding this new acquaintance who obviously had sexual things on his mind. He was staring at her blouse, at the way the bare nipples poked against the cloth. His eyes feasted on her bare legs, the thigh that was outlined under the skirt. Even so, it annoyed her that they had to go through these dumb preliminaries. She wanted to reach out and put her hand in his lap.
"What's your pleasure?" he asked, meaning her drink.
"My pleasure," she said, "is sex."
He raised an eyebrow, then laughed. "For how much?"
It was her turn to laugh. He thought she was a prostitute. Well, it wasn't such a bad idea. She'd often thought that she should be able to earn plenty from doing the thing she liked best to do-screwing. But it was too risky. Besides, she'd rather give it away than sell it any day or night.
"For free," she told him.
"Well, the price is right," he said. "What say we go to my place right now."
"Okay, but there's one catch." She reached down, fondling his penis through the front of his pants. She picked the olive out of her martini and held it under his nose. "You've got to lick this olive out of my asshole with your tongue before you do anything else!"
He stared at her for a moment, then burst out into renewed laughter. "You're a nut," he said, "A complete nut."
"Is it yes or no?" she insisted.
"If it's no, then what?"
"I find someone else."
She wasn't sure that was true. She didn't have much time to find someone else. However, it struck target.
"Then it's yes," he said.
She slid off the stool, aware that her skirt lifted up high enough for him to see her naked crotch. "Then let's go," she suggested as she dropped the olive into her blouse pocket.
They went out of the bar and climbed into the stranger's late-model car. On the short drive to his apartment, Iris snuggled up to him and rubbed her hands over his receptive crotch, which obligingly bulged and grew stiff under her practiced fingers. He put his arm around her shoulders and squeezed her breasts.
"Hey," she warned, "be careful you don't crush my olive!"
He thought that was hilarious. So did she and she laughed happily. In a few minutes she'd be in the arms of a man-both of them naked-doing things that would send her libido shooting sky high.
The stranger swung his car into a carport off the street and parked. Eagerly they rushed up some stairs to a door on the second floor. He keyed the lock and they went in. No sooner had the door closed than he pulled her close to him and kissed her passionately on the lips, moaning his delight as she ground her hot loins against his male body.
"Oh, baby," he moaned, "you're beautiful. You oughta be in the movies."
She smiled at that. If she won the Miss Derriere contest, she would be in movies. But, of course, she wasn't about to tell this man that. He was a stranger, a hot screw for now and she'd never see him again. She didn't even know his name.
She frowned at that. It didn't seem right screwing someone whose name you didn't know. "What's your name?" she asked him.
"Tom," he said. "Yours?"
"Iris."
"A pretty name," he said.
His tongue licked her lips, then darted past into her mouth, while his hands roamed all over her body, over her squirming buttocks, up the small of her back, over her thighs, upward to her breasts.
"You've got me so hot I can't stand still," he moaned.
"Me, too, Tom," she murmured. "Tell me what you want to do to me."
"I want to fuck you," he said.
"And what else?"
"Everything else."
"Tell me."
"I want to suck your tits and lick your beautiful hot cunt. I want to shove my dick up your snatch."
He fumbled open the buttons of her blouse. When her ample breasts came into view, he lowered his head and greedily kissed and sucked them, one after the other. His free hand unzipped her zipper, pushed the skirt down around her legs.
"Let's-let's go into the bedroom," he muttered hoarsely.
Iris was agreeable to that. Running ahead of him into the bedroom, she flopped naked on the bed even before he turned on the lights. He grinned at her obvious anxiousness, but she knew he was just as anxious; the bulge in the front of his pants testified to that.
He pulled off his clothing and underwear and threw them on a nearby chair. For a moment he stood there by the bed, looking down at her. The admiration was mutual. Iris gazed at him with passion-slitted eyes. He had a muscular, hairy body. Out of a jungle growth of dark pubic hair sprouted a cock that was long and thick, with red veins standing out along its stiff, throbbing length. It was a cock she wanted in her pussy.
But first-
He lay down beside her and reached out.
"Wait," she said. "Remember your promise to me."
She held the tiny olive between her fingers so he could see it.
He laughed. "I thought you were just kidding."
"I meant it then and I mean it now," she said seriously.
"Oh, come on," he said, pulling her close to him. "Let's fuck."
She shook her head and moved her lips from him. "Sure, but first you'll keep your promise to me. Or else-"
"Or else?"
"Or else I'll get up right now and leave and we won't do anything."
He stared at her for a moment. Iris didn't know herself if she'd leave just then. She was too worked up, too sexually aroused, to willingly leave a stiff male cock that was ready, willing and able to give her a good time. But she wanted the other, too and her gamble paid off.
"Okay," he said with a grin. "You put it in your asshole and I'll lick it out."
Eagerly, Iris lay on her back and spread her legs wide. She put a pillow under her buttocks to raise them from the bed. Then she took the olive and eased it into the opening. Inserting it was no problem. She'd done it before with dildos, enema tubes, pickles, bananas and candlesticks, so an olive was easy.
Tom moved around into position between her legs and stared at her crotch. "I've sucked things out of girls' cunts before, but this'll be a new one on me."
"You'll be a richer man for the experience," Iris told him.
He sighed and bent to his task. She held her breath and tensed expectantly as his face disappeared from view and only his bobbing brown hair was visible to her. But she felt what he was doing. His tongue snaked out over the insides of her thighs, licking the tender flesh with swift, sure strokes. He worked his way slowly over to her pussy; she felt his fingers part the delicate folds of moist flesh an instant before his tongue dipped into the opening with such force she almost screamed with pleasure.
"The olive," she murmured. "Get the olive!"
He didn't answer her with words. Instead, his tongue licked downward and around the rim of her asshole, searching for the elusive prey.
Iris closed her eyes and lifted her butt slightly to meet the thrust of his inquisitive tongue. She had placed the olive deep inside her asshole and she could feel it nestled snugly there as his tongue delved into the opening in search of it. The tongue swirled and probed, trying to dislodge it, but her practiced sphincter muscles tightened, holding it fast. She didn't want to give up the olive too easily; she enjoyed analingus performed on her and wanted it to last.
She clutched her breasts and rolled the nipples between her fingers. His wavy hair was damp and coarse and strands of it were tickling the lips of her pussy as his nose nuzzled her crotch and his tongue worked feverishly in and out of her asshole.
She moaned, suddenly very close to orgasm. She gasped in lungs full of air, her heart pounding madly against her rib cage. Her body seemed hot and cold at the same time as she began trembling from head to toe. Her orgasm came with such intensity the bed shook under her.
Iris relaxed with a sigh as Tom quickly darted his tongue deep into her asshole and rolled out the squashed olive to a point where he could take it between his teeth. Holding it there, he raised his head so she could see it, then let it slide into his mouth.
"Mmmm, delicious," he said, chewing it. "Best olive I ever tasted."
"And non-fattening, too," she said. She held out her arms to him. "Are you ready for the main course now?"
He crawled up over her and settled his weight on her body. "What do you think?"
She felt the tip of his cock probing her pussy and knew the answer. She reached down between their close bodies, took hold of his throbbing flesh and guided it toward her opening. With her free hand she spread her lips wide so the knob of his cock would have easy entry. Releasing it, she sighed as the full length of it slid easily into her all the way to his tight testicles.
"Mmmm, you've got a beautiful cock, Tom," she murmured.
"You've got a great pussy to go with it," he said hoarsely, sliding his cock in and out with swift, sure strokes.
"You like my asshole, too, Tom?"
He squeezed her breasts and kissed her full on the mouth. "I like everything about you, Iris."
She hesitated. She'd been about to ask him to fuck her in the ass, but she decided against it. She'd get enough of that with the three judges of the Miss Derriere contest. In fact, if she played her cards right, she'd have them all at once. She'd seen a picture where one guy was fucking a girl in the ass, another was licking her pussy and the third was shoving his cock in her mouth. Iris had dreamed of trying that. Afterward, if they wanted to, she'd let them all fuck her in the ass if that's what really turned them on. She'd prove to all three judges at the same time that she was the logical person to award the title to-and the movie contract that went with it.
But right now, to satisfy her personal needs, she clamped her legs behind Tom's back, held him close with her arms, raking her swollen nipples across his naked chest. She rocked and rolled beneath his thrusting body, lifted her hips, gyrated her butt against him until his face was red, his breath was coming in gasps. He looked like he was going to explode.
That's what she wanted from him-she wanted him to explode deep in her pussy. She wanted to feel his hot liquid splashing all over her insides-to explode right along with him.
She was ready. Iris was always ready. She'd just come a moment ago, but the sensation of his thick cock in her juicy pussy, rubbing her clit back and forth with each plunge of his male body, was getting to her again.
He screwed great-probably a lot better than Manny Morris!
She gasped as the fury of his thrusts into her became more violent. Her shoulders hurt as his fingers grasped them with such intensity his knuckles grew white against her skin. As she felt his body begin shuddering, she concentrated on that portion of her crotch where his cock slid in and out of her pussy. She clutched him tighter and mashed her lips against his mouth, sending her tongue sliding past his lips into the warm wet cavity, matching each thrust of his cock into her with a thrust of her tongue into his mouth.
Tom cried out in ecstasy and his body stiffened against her. Iris opened her legs and pumped her crotch spasmodically against his throbbing penis and felt the liquid spurt inside her. She let out a long moan as her own orgasm came tumbling after in a series of spasms that wracked her body and left it drenched with hot sweat.
Afterwards, Tom lit them cigarettes and they lay there smoking, not talking. She wished she could spend the night with him, making love until morning-all kinds of love, genital, vaginal, anal, oral, the works. But she knew she had to get back to her apartment. If Miss Cramer ever discovered she'd sneaked out like this, there'd be hell to pay. She might even arrange it so Iris was disqualified from the contest.
She got up from the bed and dressed quickly.
"You have to go?" he said, surprised.
"Yes."
"When will I see you again?"
"I don't know. Do you want to see me again?"
"Of course. Soon-and often."
She smiled. "We'll see. Can you give me a ride back?" He nodded, got up and dressed.
In the car they were silent as they drove back to the bar.
"Sure I can't give you a ride home?"
She shook her head. "I can make it fine from here."
"You don't want me to know where you live, obviously," he said. "An irate husband?"
"I'm not married."
"But-"
"No questions. Please." She kissed him warmly on the lips and drew away as he reached to fondle her breasts. "Goodnight."
She got out of the car, slammed the door, waiting until he drove off. Then she started back toward her apartment.
Tom had seemed like a nice guy, but she didn't want to get involved. She could never be satisfied with one guy, no matter how good a cocksman he might be. Besides, she had her career to think of.
She made it safely into her apartment without making a sound, undressed, climbed into bed-and, with a smile on her lips, dreamed of a male tongue licking an olive out of her asshole.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"I wish you'd get out of that awful Miss Derriere contest!" Reed Smythe yelled into his phone.
"What on earth for?" Brenda Stevens, on the other end of the line, asked him.
"Because it's-well, it's not dignified, that's why."
"Is that why you wanted to take me to lunch today?" she asked. "To give me a lecture on what is proper and what is not?"
"No, of course not. I just-"
"All right then, Reed. I'll meet you at the restaurant at one."
She hung up the phone before he could protest further. She screwed up her face, mimicking him, "It's undignified to be in a 'Miss Ass' contest." The notion made her burst out laughing. Poor Reed was getting stuffier than ever, following right in the starched shirt-prints of his old man back in Connecticut. She wondered if he'd blush if he knew she had been talking to him on the phone wearing only a pair of high heels-and nothing else.
Brenda rose and walked over to the mirror to survey her tall, slim, full-breasted and totally naked body. Her parents had always wanted their pretty blonde child to enter show business, but this contest wasn't, in truth, what they had in mind. Right now they were probably turning in their premature graves at what she was doing.
She made a face at herself. "It's undignified," she told her image in falsetto, "to get yourself fucked in the ass, baby."
That made her laugh again, realizing that that was what the contest was all about. The girl with the nicest ass, the one who wiggled it more than the others, the one who put out the best-that was the one who would win the competition.
On impulse she turned her back to the mirror, spread her legs and bent over, peering back at her reflected image. Her legs looked very good in the high heels from this position, but none of the judges would take notice of that. It was her nicely rounded ass they were interested in.
"This, Brenda Stevens of Connecticut," she told herself, "is an undignified position for a respectable girl to get into."
She thought of an even more undignified one. Reaching behind her, she spread the cheeks of her ass so her anus was visible. Funny, Brenda mused, the way some men went for that hole instead of the one nature had intended. If any of the judges were in the same room with her now, he'd be going out of his mind at the sight.
Brenda had had intercourse only a few times and it had always been with the man's penis inserted in her vagina. But if she had any hopes of winning this contest-or even being remotely in the running-she knew she'd have to change that status. Her virginal asshole would have to be reamed out by each one of the judges at least once. Not that she minded. Having anal intercourse seemed somehow more wicked than doing it the regular way and the notion of a new sexual experience excited her. Maybe later she would marry Reed Smythe-don't forget that 'y' in the middle and the 'e' at the end-and settle down to dull domesticity. But she really wasn't in the mood for it just then.
Thoughts of Reed prompted her to get dressed. He'd be waiting at the restaurant for her, ready to give her another lecture and insist she return with him to Connecticut, where he was in law practice with his father.
Well, screw Connecticut, she thought. And screw young Mr. Reed Smythe, too.
Not that that would be easy-it was all she could do to make him kiss her on the lips. And when his hand accidentally fell on her breast, he was very embarrassed, drew his hand away instantly and apologized profusely.
Why she actually put up with him was a question Brenda often asked herself. Because her parents had wished it, for one thing, ever since the two of them were children. Because her family background demanded such a union, for another. And because she was tall, cool, chic and stately-and gave the appearance of the wife of a successful lawyer at cocktail parties.
She took a cab to the restaurant and found Reed pacing back and forth outside, glancing nervously at his watch.
"About time you got here," he told her, pecking her on the cheek.
Inside the darkened restaurant, as they sipped martinis, she wondered how he might react if she were to put her hand on the front of his pants under the table. The thought made her giggle.
"It's not funny, Brenda," he said with a frown. "What am I going to say to my friends if they find out you're showing off your body in a-a Miss Derriere contest, for pete's sake!"
"Tell them," she suggested, "that I've got a nice ass and you think I've got a good chance of winning."
He glanced around nervously. "Brenda, please."
"You know," she went on thoughtfully, "I'll bet you don't even know what kind of an ass I've got. No, really. You've never seen it. In fact, for all you know, I could be solid from the crotch up!"
"Brenda-"
On impulse, she reached under the table and gripped his penis through the cloth of his pants, saying, "Let's go to a motel-now!-and have intercourse."
"Brenda, really! People are watching!" He squirmed uncomfortably, trying to pry her hand loose.
She laughed and took her hand away. "Maybe you don't like girls," she suggested, sipping her drink. "Maybe you're a fairy."
"Brenda-"
"That's my name, all right. You say you love me, but you don't want to be intimate."
"That's not true. I have-uh-wet dreams-about you at night." He seemed embarrassed by the confession. "But I want to wait until we're married."
"What for? So we can find out then we're not physically compatible. Let's try it now and make sure." She put down her drink and said steadily, "I want you to take me to a motel and make love to me, Reed. Now. Or else our engagement is off."
He grunted. "All right. If you want to behave like a slut, I'll do it."
She stared at him, not believing his words at first. It was more than she had expected. Maybe once she got him in bed with her, she hoped, he'd turn out to be a tiger-not stuffy at all but full of life.
They left the restaurant without ordering any food and drove to a nearby motel. Reed was nervous while registering, nervous as he fumbled the key in the door, nervous when they were inside, with the door locked behind them.
She moved sensuously toward him, put her arms around his neck arid kissed him on the mouth, pressing her breasts against his chest, her loins against his groin.
"Brenda-"
It seemed to be his favorite word of protest. She said, "Sh! We can talk later. Now's the time for action."
She took his hand and placed it over her breast. He squeezed it half-heartedly for a moment, then buried his face in her neck and kissed her hard. Her hand moved down to his crotch and rubbed the bulge there. At first he recoiled in surprise, then submitted to her caress with growing passion.
"All right," he said in a hoarse voice. "Let's do it."
"Do what?" she asked him.
"Do what you said," he explained. "You know, have intercourse."
There was something sad about it all. Why couldn't he use any of the words men used to describe the sex act. Fuck, for example. Or screw, for another. Or, let me shove my cock up your cunt, baby!
But, of course, that wouldn't be dignified!
Screw dignity, she thought.
"Would you like me to undress you?" she asked him.
He hesitated. "No," he said finally.
She shrugged. "Then suppose you help me take off my clothes."
He wet his lips and bent to the task. He fumbled the buttons of her blouse from their holes, his fingers clumsy. He obviously had not had many girls in his day, but she was pleased that the closer he got to her rapidly exposed body, the more excited he seemed to become. That was a good sign and a step in the right direction. He pulled the blouse from the waist of her skirt and reached under her arms to unsnap her bra. When the bra came loose, he palmed her breasts with growing enthusiasm.
"They're beautiful, Brenda, just beautiful," he said.
She thrust them forward. "Kiss them for me."
He took one breast in his hand and bent to kiss the nipple. The touch of his lips on her flesh made tingles go up and down her spine. It seemed like such a long time since she'd had a man. It was pleasant to know that her alleged fiance did go for some things sexual. Perhaps when they were married she'd be able to teach him more of the facts of life, get him to relax more around her so they could both enjoy themselves and each other's body.
She moaned, "Oh, your lips feel so good, Reed. I can hardly wait for the rest of you."
She moved back, quickly unzipped her skirt, stepping out of it. The panties followed an instant later. Naked, she stretched out on the motel bed and opened her arms and legs to him.
For a moment he merely stared at her, moving his gaze over her breasts, her open thighs, her crotch. Then he awakened from his trance and began pulling off his own clothing.
"We-we really shouldn't be doing this, Brenda."
"Tell me about it later," she begged.
He lay on the bed beside her, pulled her close, kissing her on the lips. His hands moved over her breasts, rubbing the stiffening nipples with his palms. She snuggled in close and put his hands on her back, where they roamed over her smooth rounded buttocks. She felt his stiff penis probing her wispy blonde pubic hair and she began to experience a hot, wet, throbbing sensation between her legs. Taking one of his hands, she drew it down to her crotch, where he hesitated a moment, then crooked his finger to snake it through the damp tangle of hair into the opening between her legs.
She moaned, closed her legs about his hand and worked her crotch against him. She shuddered as a spasm of pleasure shook her. Impulsively, she pulled him on top of her with her legs spread wide once more, reached down to insert his erect penis into her vagina.
"What are you doing?" he demanded.
His tone of voice annoyed her. "I'm trying to help you."
"I can do it myself," he said gruffly.
"Then do it," she demanded.
He hovered over her, spreading her vaginal lips with his fingers, easing the tip of his penis against the opening. He kept pushing it against her and missing and she was afraid he'd lose his erection. She wanted desperately to reach down and stroke his flesh to keep it stiff, but she knew better than that. Finally, he got the knob of it in, then slid the rest of it all the way. She breathed a sigh of relief.
As he moved his sex organ in and out of her, she clamped her legs around his back and felt her internal muscles grasp his penis tightly. She began rocking back and forth under his plunging body, matching his rhythm.
Suddenly he said, "Oh!" as his body stiffened against her.
"No," she cried, "not yet. Reed! Don't come!"
He gritted his teeth. "I-can't-help-it!"
He closed his eyes as his hands dug into her hips. His penis lurched inside her vagina and a stream of semen spurted into her.
Gasping he collapsed on top of her and after a moment, rolled off. Brenda closed her eyes to fight back the tears of frustration welling there. Her entire body ached from the experience.
"That was very exciting," he said, after a while. "I really enjoyed it, Brenda." He hesitated before asking, "How about you?"
"I didn't come," she said dismally.
"A lot of girls never do, from what I hear and read," he said.
"I do," she told him, "and I want to now."
"But how-"
"Use your finger. No, better still-your tongue."
He seemed shocked by her suggestion. "I can't do that!"
She smiled a sad, humorless smile. "I know. It's not dignified. Tell me, Reed, suppose I wanted you to fuck me in the ass, would you do it?"
"Really, Brenda, this kind of language-"
She got up from the bed and quickly pulled on her clothes.
"Can you wait until I take a shower?" he asked her. "I feel all sweaty."
"And dirty, too, I'll bet," she said wryly. "Take your time, Reed. I'll catch a cab back so I won't put you to any trouble." She stormed to the door, opened it, paused. "Oh yes, one more thing-a little suggestion to improve your sex life in the future-"
He stared at her.
"Go screw yourself!" she almost screamed and slammed the door.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Henry Morton smiled. His smile was genuine, for he was well pleased with the girl seated in the chair before him. She was a Eurasian with pretty, olive-skinned features, a slant to the eyes, long dark hair. She wore a short, colorful dress that showed off her legs to good advantage; unfortunately, it was too loose to observe the rest of her, but the president of International Studios had every confidence he would shortly be observing the young girl to his cock's content-without the covering on her. In fact, the covering made her body seem more intriguing to him-it would be like opening a small but precious package to get at the wondrous contents.
"Kiwi," he said, rolling her name around on the end of his tongue. There were other things he thought of rolling around on the end of his tongue-the girl's nipples, for example and her little Eurasian cunt and her delightful asshole. "That's a strange name."
The girl smiled through her nervousness. She knew what she had to expect from Henry Morton, but the way he undressed her with his eyes made her skin crawl.
She said, "My mother was Japanese and my father was a New Zealander with a sense of humor who named me after a species of flightless birds almost extinct there."
"Well," Henry Morton chuckled, raking her with his eyes once more, "it's a cinch birds like you won't become extinct."
She joined him in his laughter, though she really didn't see the joke. However, her mother had taught her that men were dominant and the woman should play up to them, appease them, soothe them, anticipate their every need and desire. It was an Old World philosophy that years of living in the United States and earning her way as a model and bit actress had not completely erased.
Henry Morton leaned forward onto his desk. "The reason I called you here, Kiwi, is because I wanted to meet you. I like to talk to all the girls in the contest, get to know them better, because one of them is going to win the title role in the Miss Derriere contest and movie."
"I will do my best to win, Mr. Morton," Kiwi said softly. "My derriere is fully at your disposal."
Henry Morton's grin grew wider. "That's the kind of spirit I like in a girl. Now suppose you get up and walk back and forth a few times right here in the office, so I can see it in action."
Smiling, Kiwi got up from the chair and walked back and forth, aware that Mr. Morton was staring at her intently. She paused as she saw his features twist into a frown.
"Is something wrong, sir?" she asked anxiously.
He sighed. "I can't tell anything because of that thing you're wearing. Your legs are very nice, but-"
"Oh, that is easily solved, Mr. Morton," she said as she took hold of the bottom of her short dress and quickly whipped it up over her head, tossing it onto the couch.
Morton stared at the ample breasts snuggling in her filmy bra. His gaze went down over her slightly rounded stomach to the bikini panties through which he could see the wiry pubic hair of her crotch. Fully exposed now, her legs looked even better than before.
His voice was hoarse as he said, "Turn around. Slowly."
She turned around slowly, presenting him with a side view for a moment, before twisting about to give him a full vision of her curved buttocks.
Henry Morton nodded to himself. She's really got a nice ass, all right, he thought. She was a small girl, but very well-shaped in the places it counted. She was over twenty-one, but her size made her appear like a teenager bursting with animal vitality.
She peeked over her shoulder at him. "My derriere," she said innocently, "is very solid, very healthy."
"I can see that," he told her. staring at the crack visible under the thin material, at the roundness bulging beyond the bikini panties.
His fingers itched to stroke that beautiful olive-toned ass. In his pants, his cock came alive more than ever.
"Perhaps," she suggested, "you would like to feel my derriere, to see for yourself how solid it is, how nice and rounded, how firm are the muscles."
"Funny you should mention that," he said. "As one of the judges, I suppose I should check it out in advance."
He got up and went around the desk to sit in the chair the girl had recently vacated. He noted that the leather was still warm where her buttocks had come in contact with it. That was a good sign-Henry Morton's philosophy was that a warm ass meant a warm heart.
"Now come over here, Kiwi," he told her, "and let's have a look at it."
Obligingly, she walked over toward him and once again he feasted his eyes on her tiny, supple body. She had little need for a bra, for her ample breasts stood out straight and firm without any support required. The bra was so skimpy and transparent that the olive flesh and brown nipples showed through quite clearly.
His gaze dropped to her twitching navel and below to the panties through which pubic hair showed in wiry abundance. His eyes remained at that spot as she reached him and slowly turned to present her buttocks for his inspection.
"Beautiful," he murmured. "For a small girl, Kiwi, you've got one of the nicest asses I've ever seen."
"Thank you, sir," she said demurely.
Either the brief walk across the room had done it, or the Eurasian had purposely arranged it; in any event, the thin cloth of her panties was now pulled up tightly into the crack of her ass, revealing the twin olive globes of her buttocks in all their naked glory.
Henry Morton's fingers itched once more. He reached out to palm the soft flesh, to knead it between his fingers, to pinch it gently and feel its warmth.
"Yes," he sighed, "nice, very nice."
"Your fingers feel very good on me, Mr. Morton," she said.
He didn't speak. He rubbed the flesh of her ass with his fingers, letting his fingertips move down around the curving slope of her buttocks. On impulse he bent forward and inhaled the sweet female smells of her perfumed skin, after which he pressed his lips to her flesh. He plucked the bikini from the crevice in her ass so he would have new territory for his lips to pay homage to. Close to his face, he could see the dark hairs sprouting in her crotch and he reached forward with his mouth and tongue to lick them, taking a few wiry strands between his teeth and pulling them.
Kiwi giggled. The man's nose was wedged in the crack of her ass and his lips and tongue tickled her in various spots where she loved being tickled.
He raised his head. "You want me to stop, Kiwi?"
"Oh no, sir," she said. "Please continue. I enjoy the feel of you so much."
"Then let's make a little more room, shall we?" he said.
He eased the skimpy panties down over her hips and thighs. She squirmed her lithe body out of them and with her toe kicked them aside.
"Now," he said, "suppose you spread your lovely legs some more and lean onto the desk in front of you."
Kiwi did as she was told.
Behind her, Morton inched the chair he was sitting on closer, so he could stare directly at the girl's rounded buttocks, her cute little cunt dangling hot and wet under his nose, the black wiry hair matted with perspiration all around her genitals and up around her barely visible asshole.
He began by grasping her buttocks firmly in his hands and moving his face into intimate contact with her quivering flesh, his tongue snaking out between her legs, licking the moist cunt.
She shivered and moaned.
Henry Morton smiled. It always pleased him to know that a young girl appreciated his sexual talents and his abilities to make her feel good at the same time he was enjoying himself in the sexual relationship. He continued licking her there, twirling his tongue all around the vaginal lips, then easing it into the opening itself, finding the stiffening nub of her clitoris.
When she shivered again, he said, "Ah, you like that, huh, Kiwi, honey?"
"Oh, yes, Mr. Morton," she said. "Very much."
"Well, you've got some more surprises in store for you today, my dear," he promised.
He spread the cheeks of her buttocks and renewed his laving of her cunt, this time moving around more, heading toward the gaping asshole that puckered invitingly toward him. When his tongue reached the opening and darted swiftly in, she gasped at the contact.
Henry Morton smiled again. Many an unsuspecting girl had never had a man do that to her, so it was a surprise and an unexpected but welcome delight when one of them enjoyed it. From the way Kiwi was beginning to moan and twitch, it seemed obvious that she might be one of these.
He wedged his face firmly against her flesh, while his free hand moved down into his own lap. His cock was up good and hard, but it was still inside his pants. Quickly he unzipped his fly and pulled out the throbbing hunk of meat and proceeded to stroke it in time to the thrusts of his tongue in the girl's tiny asshole.
Twice when he almost came doing that, he backed off and transferred his hand to a position between the girl's widespread legs, palming her crotch, rubbing the moist hairs and the hot cunt pulsing against his fingers. He inserted his middle finger deep into her cunt, working it in and out, then pulled his face away to gasp in a lungful of air; to replace his tongue, he twisted his thumb upwards and into the asshole, working that in and out in rhythm with the finger brushing her clitoris.
The combination, as he well knew, was sexually deadly. The stimulation received by both thumb and finger working over her most intimate parts made a girl go out of her mind. Kiwi was no exception. Her mouth was wide open and she was moaning and muttering something in an Oriental language. Her buttocks twitched convulsively as he pulled at them. She let out a scream and twisted off balance. He had just time enough to remove his finger and thumb from her before she landed with her naked ass in his lap.
Fortunately, she was a light girl, barely one hundred pounds, but the force of impact took his breath away for a moment. Then she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately on the lips, all the while wiggling her bare ass against his free and upstanding cock.
It was Henry Morton's turn to moan and gasp. The feel of her warm, firm buttocks rubbing his cock was something he couldn't take for long without coming. His hands roamed over her thrashing legs, along the insides of her warm thighs, over her moist cunt, under the roundnesses of her wiggling buttocks.
He gulped. "Let me put it in you, honey."
She nodded. "Do you wish me on the couch, sir?"
He shook his head. "No, right here. Just slide down a little. Let me twist a little to get into position. Ah, there we are. I want to shove it up your ass, honey. Okay with you?"
"But I have a very small asshole, sir," she said. "Please be gentle with me."
"I will," he said. "I promise."
She lay across the chair arm, her bra still in place, her legs spread and raised high. She reached down to spread the cheeks of her buttocks, so he could force the knob of his cock against her asshole. She closed her eyes and bit her lip as the tip of his penis entered her.
Henry Morton wanted to take it easy as he'd promised, but he was just too excited. The taste of her genitals and her lovely asshole was lingering tantalizingly on his tongue and his memory. He generally didn't use this position, but Kiwi's slight weight permitted it; even so, it was cramped and tiring and he wanted to come in her asshole-he would be too disappointed not to.
He reared back and slammed his groin home. She screamed as his cock went in up to the hilt and Morton himself gasped. She was tight, all right, probably the tightest he'd ever experienced. It wouldn't take much movement to thrill him this way. He began shifting his hips, moving them in a circular fashion and with each movement, his cock lodged deep inside the girl's asshole, rubbing against her warm internal flesh, gripping him, making him stop every few seconds to pause lest he let loose sooner than he'd intended.
He glanced down at her chest and almost laughed. Her bra looked ludicrous still intact. He reached down and slid his hand under it, pushing it aside. Her breasts were now flattened out even more and seemed like the breasts of a very young girl. The nipples were up hard and stiff as he twirled them between his thumb and forefinger for a moment before returning to his in and out movements between her legs.
Kiwi pressed back against his thrusting cock. Imprisoned within her flesh, it was tight and just a little bit painful-but nothing compared with what it would've been like if she hadn't prepared herself.
On one of his infrequent visits, Kiwi's father had taken her virginity when she was ten years old. After that, her mother had insisted that the older man fuck her in the asshole so she wouldn't get pregnant. That had hurt at first-as much as the rupturing of her cherry -but he'd used a lubricant and had been gentle with her. After a while, her opening had become flexible to a point where it could accommodate most any size penis.
It was a good thing, too, for Kiwi realized Henry Morton wasn't the only man she'd have to let do this to her. There was the photographer, Ron Williams and more importantly, Josh Fielding. From what she'd heard concerning the cowboy star, he really rammed his cock in. If her asshole were virginal, he might do her harm as he'd done with some small girls who'd had anal sex with him.
Meanwhile, there was Mr. Henry Morton, president of the movie studio, to satisfy. She could tell by his red face, his gasping and panting and by the throbbing of his cock in her that he was ready to have his orgasm any second. She rotated her buttocks against him and tightened and untightened her muscles in a regular rhythm that soon had him wheezing for breath.
"Oh, oh, oh," he muttered suddenly.
He slammed his groin hard at her crotch and held it there while his cock throbbed and spurted deep in her asshole. When he was finished, he sighed and collapsed limply in the chair.
Kiwi disengaged herself, turned around and knelt in front of him between his legs. Holding his balls in the palm of her hand, she bent her head to lick off his dripping cock, her tongue lapping up the traces of his semen from the sides and tip of the sex organ and swallowing the liquid as fast as it entered her mouth.
Henry Morton stared down at her dark-haired bobbing head and smiled. He'd never had it so good-and now this little touch of cleaning him up! Wonderful. These Oriental broads really knew how to take care of a man. His cock was limp even when she took it wholly in her mouth and sucked it clean, but that was okay; he was finished for a while.
She rose smiling before him. "Will you desire anything else, sir?" she asked him.
He shook his head. "Not right now. Maybe we can-er-talk again sometime, though."
"I would like that very much, Mr. Morton," she said, pulling on her clothes and bowing out of the room. Alone in the elevator on her way down to the ground floor, she inserted a tissue paper in her panties to take up the residue still dripping from her anus.
"The son-of-a-bitch really gave me a workout," she told the empty elevator. Since there was nobody else around, she could drop the demure precise English of the female Oriental. Not that she minded the sexual workout. It was one more step in the direction of a career. Besides, it would serve as a useful preliminary to seeing Josh Fielding. The other girls had told her he was built like a horse and certainly nothing for a tiny girl to take on.
Well, she'd show them. She'd take the cowboy's stallion cock up her ass even if it spurted out of her mouth!
CHAPTER NINE
Ron Williams smiled and peered through his camera at the stalwart Negress posing in her white bikini. He'd never had a piece of black ass before, but now seemed like a good time to start.
"That's it, Cindy," he said, clicking the shutter. "Now twist a little to your right. That's it."
She wasn't really black, more a light chocolate color. Her face was beautiful and her figure was tall, with all the right equipment. He had to do front and side shots of her for the publicity, but as usual, the ones he liked best were the ass shots. She had a gorgeous behind, full without being fatty, nicely rounded, the kind that made his fingers itch, his mouth water and his prick stand up in anticipation.
Like right now, he thought, aware of how excited he was getting.
Cindy Jones smiled back at him, but her smile was one of amusement; she was careful not to let him interpret it that way, of course.
Look at the son of a bitch, she thought, looking at me like I want a piece of ripe watermelon. I'd bet he'd like to eat me up.
Well, she wouldn't mind that. She liked being eaten. She enjoyed some guy's pink tongue licking her deep purple pussy, even nibbling at her asshole the way these jokers did. It amused her that they'd bend over backward to kiss her ass, when all her life she'd had to do it to other people. Now there was a kind of poetic justice for you.
She'd had a few parts in low-budget movies and she'd had to fuck a lot of people to accomplish even that. She'd done every conceivable sexual act in her life, so anything any of these judges in the Miss Derriere contest came up with wouldn't be a surprise to her.
"Now bend over a little more, Cindy," Ron directed.
She bent over a little more, presenting her ass to him, with the bikini pulled tight across it.
He said, "No, that's not quite right. The cloth's wrinkled."
"I can't see it," she said. "Why don't you straighten it for me, Mr. Williams."
He almost dropped his camera at the suggestion. "I'd be happy to," he said and she knew he really meant it.
He put down his camera on a nearby stool and approached her, his eyes riveted to her full buttocks. He took a long time to smooth out the wrinkle in the thin cloth. She was so near to him, he thought wildly. Her dark skin was warm to his touch, even through the cloth. All he had to do was slide his hand over a little and he'd be touching that skin.
Instinctively, she pressed her buttocks against his hand, which slid off the cloth onto her flesh. He kept his hand there, rubbing as though he were trying to get a wrinkle out of the smooth skin.
"You've-you've got a beautiful ass, baby," he said.
It was the same line he used on the other girls and with Cindy, as with the other, he sincerely meant what he said. Ron was an expert on beautiful asses and he never tired of looking at them, touching them, pressing his stiff prick up against them and into the lovely hole that peered out from between the rounded cheeks.
"Thanks, Mr. Williams," she said. "Coming from a professional photographer like you, that's a real compliment."
"Yes," he said, massaging her buttocks with both hands. "I'm a good judge of asses, all right."
She smiled at the way he worked the word judge into the conversation. It was to remind her, in case she forgot, that he was a judge who could vote for her or somebody else in the contest. Like the other girls, she wanted to win that contest and the movie role that was its prize. Like the other girls, she would have to put out for this man if she had the slightest hope of winning.
Not that she minded, really. One day she hoped to fall in love, marry, settle down and have children. But that was a long way off. Right now, she truly enjoyed having the various kinds of sex available to a man and a woman.
I'm not promiscuous, she told herself, but I do like to fuck-among other things.
Ron stood behind her, reaching down to cup and fondle her buttocks. His hands roamed all over the round spheres, pausing to massage them even more vigorously when he reached the point nearest the bottom. He could feel the moist warmth of her pubic area there and it excited him very much.
He eased in closer to the bending girl and rubbed the front of his trousers against her. She pressed back and wiggled against the bulge in his pants and he felt his prick rise and stiffen even more.
"I hope you don't think I'm too bold, Mr. Williams," Cindy said, "but I've never had any pictures taken of me in the nude. I wonder if you'd mind-"
He didn't mind at all. He put a fresh load of film in his camera while she stripped off her bikini and stood waiting for his directions. He adjusted the lights and then moved toward her, wetting his lips.
"I'd like to get some real sexy shots," she told him.
He nodded. That's what he had in mind himself and her saying that made it easier for him to act. Her breasts were full and firm, her legs smoothly tapered. She had marvelously strong thighs that could crush a man, a wealth of pubic hair forming a black jungle at her crotch and an ass, chocolate and shining in the bright lights, that cried out for his caress.
He walked about her, taking pictures rapidly, all the while instructing her in various poses. Most of them were with her legs spread so he could get angle shots of her cunt and her asshole. At one point, he lay flat on his back while she stood over him with her legs spread wide, so he could shoot directly up into her crotch. By that time he was so excited he could hardly keep the camera steady.
He was having trouble focusing on the slit between her legs. As he pulled the camera away, he discovered the reason. Cindy Jones was squatting down onto him!
"Hey, what're you doing?" he cried.
"I thought you might be hungry," she said as her warm damp pubic area descended over his face. For an instant he struggled, then stopped. She was rubbing her cunt against his lips and nose and the smell and taste of her was making his head swim. Fortunately, she didn't rest her full weight on him, but knelt with her legs on either side of his face.
The maneuver had surprised him, but he wasn't going to let that keep him from doing something he wanted to do. Her pubic hair tickled his lips and he nibbled at it. Her cunt brushed his mouth and he stuck out his tongue to lick at it. The way she wiggled, her response told him she enjoyed it as much as he did.
Not only that, he felt her strong fingers working at his crotch, rubbing the bulge there until it was up stiffer than ever. She unzipped his fly and reached in to take out his prick and held its throbbing length between her fingers for a moment, rubbing it between her palms. Then she inched downward, put her ass on his upper chest and bent forward so she could flick her tongue over the end of his cock.
The sensation of her tongue swirling over the knob of his prick sent him into shivers of ecstasy. Her ass was now quivering directly in front of his face, with both her cunt and her asshole visible to his gaze in a beautiful close-up view. Getting into the spirit of the thing, he seized her hips and lifted his head so he could stick out his tongue and lick her hot cunt dangling there ready to be eaten.
Cindy smiled as she felt his tongue invade her pussy. Not only was it fun but she felt she was garnering some points toward winning the contest. But she had to make sure Ron Williams had a good time at her hands, mouth and ass. She held his stiff cock in her chocolate fingers and twirled her tongue swiftly over the very tip of it, licking away the traces of moisture that kept appearing at the tiny opening in the top. She took it and rubbed it against her cheek, fondling the balls that were tightening underneath. She kissed the sweating balls and then used her sharp white teeth to nibble her way back up along his throbbing shaft until she reached the top again.
She took the entire knob of his cock between her lips this time and sucked furiously on it. His response to that was the expected one. He sighed and lifted his hips from the floor in an effort to shove the rest of his cock into her mouth. She resisted the impulse to take it all just then. She wanted to tease and titillate first, build him up so he'd remember how wonderful a time shed given him. She blew into the end of his cock as though it were a musical instrument, while fingering the shaft with one hand and cradling his balls with the other. At the same time she bent forward even more, knowing this would give him more opportunity to spread her cheeks and do what he wanted to behind her back.
Ron took the hint. Spreading her cheeks with his hands, he quickly pressed his face in close to the opening. Most of her ass was dark, but around her asshole it was a kind of pinkish color that intrigued him. He had a fleeting thought that he'd really like to take a color picture of that-close-up-for future reference, but that thought was soon overwhelmed by a more insistent one.
He stuck his tongue out and laved the pinkish area all around its puckered edges. He had plenty of saliva and using his lips and tongue, he forced this liquid into the opening. It would make entry easier when he shoved his prick into her-and he was going to shove his prick into her lovely asshole, there was no doubt of that.
Cindy's mouth was working him over with a vengeance. She'd finally abandoned specializing on the head and she opened her mouth, taking the full brunt of his thrusting prick in her mouth, which then closed over him with her lips tight about his shaft. She worked her tight mouth up and down in his lap until he was afraid he'd come.
"Come on, baby," he said to her. "Let's fuck."
That was okay with her. She twisted around over his body and straddled his hips. "I want to be on top of you," she said.
"But-"
She leaned forward and kissed him full on the mouth. Her tongue darted past his lips and teeth and roamed the area with deep thrusts. He could feel her breasts moving back and forth across his chest, with the nipples hard and hot. Her fingers undid the buttons on his shirt so he could feel her naked tits against his skin. Meanwhile, the rest of her was busy. She twisted her crotch back and forth against his prick, letting it rub along her wiry pubic hair and along the moist hot cunt.
He pulled his lips free. "I want to give it to you in the asshole," he told her.
"Haven't you ever done it with the girl on top?" she asked him.
"No." Generally, it was from the rear, because that was the most direct approach.
"Well, this'll be a new experience for you then," she said.
She got up for a moment and took the pillow he used for a prop and with it propped up his buttocks. Then she straddled him once more and leaned back, hovering just over his stiff cock. With her hands she spread her cheeks and lowered her asshole onto the top of his sex organ.
Ron winced with pleasure as her asshole enveloped him. He thrust upward to aid the entry, but he didn't have to worry. She was a big girl with a big, but comfortable, anus-and she seemed to know what she was doing. It took a certain amount of agility, but she was lithe and muscular enough to pull it off. She rose and lowered herself rhythmically, lifting herself off him almost completely before settling back down to the hilt.
There were some advantages to this position, he realized. For one thing he could see her pretty dark face contorted in pleasure and her breasts dangled overhead within easy reach where he was able to fondle them, massaging the stiff brown nipples with the palms of his hands.
"How-how do you like it this way, Mr. Williams?" Cindy asked him.
"Just-fine-Cindy," he managed.
It wasn't bad for a new experience, he had to admit. But Cindy seemed just a bit too heavy for prolonged anal intercourse this way. Even so, it was very enjoyable to him, as testified to by his prick swelling inside the Negress' asshole, getting ready to spurt into her.
Off to the side was the ever-present mirror in which he could see the two of them grunting and puffing-Cindy on top, working her chocolate ass over his white prick.
Too bad, he thought, I didn't set up the camera with the self-timer. This would be great for the family album.
Cindy stared down at the writhing figure beneath her and saw through heavy eyelids that he was intent on watching himself in the mirror. It was a rare talent, not only enjoying the physical sensations of sex but also the aesthetic ones. She had to admit that the contrast of black against white was very compelling, especially at the spot where the two of them joined. She glanced over to see his dripping white cock emerging wetly from between the folds of her dark ass, then as she lowered herself it disappeared deep within her.
She wished he'd spent more time licking her pussy and feeling her up; now she was built up, but she was sure he was going to come a lot sooner than she'd be ready. Her fears were confirmed as he began moaning and pumping frantically into her. He lifted his buttocks up off the pillow and groaned, stiffening his entire body beneath her. She sighed, accepting fate and rotated her ass against him.
He came with a surge of blasting semen that filled her asshole in spasmodic spurts. Then he collapsed under her and lay for a moment breathing heavily.
"Boy," he said, after a while, "you sure take a lot out of a guy."
"Us blacks is savages when it comes to sex," she mocked him with a straight face.
"I believe it," he told her, nodding his head weakly.
She eased herself off him so his dripping cock came free from her asshole. "I hope you'll let me see those pictures you took," she said.
"I will, Cindy, I promise," he said. "I'd like to take some more of you, too. Maybe we can get together for another session."
If I have the time, he thought. After all, I've got other girls in the contest to take pictures of-and have sex with.
"I'd like that, Mr. Williams," she said. But you're not the only judge in the contest, baby and I've got two others to fuck, she thought smugly.
Cindy dressed and left. In the taxi back to the apartment where she was staying with the other girls, she wondered if Ron Williams was going to vote for her. She didn't know, but one thing was certain: he would've crossed her off the list of possibles if she hadn't let him put his cock up her asshole.
She was still worked up sexually and needed relief. Surreptitiously, though the taxi cab driver glanced occasionally into his rear view mirror to see her, she placed a finger up between her legs, rubbed her clitoris and masturbated until she came. Then she lay back, relieved and relaxed, thinking of the session with the white photographer. The things a girl had to do to get ahead in this world! If only her mother could've seen her letting the man have his way.
She smiled at a sudden thought. At least, she consoled herself, she was the one who was on top!
CHAPTER TEN
"Well, Miss Stevens," Josh Fielding smiled when he saw her, "this is certainly an unexpected pleasure, I must say."
"Call me Brenda," she said.
"All right, Brenda. I'd like that."
From the way he was x-raying her with his eyes, Brenda knew that wasn't all he'd like. She was sure he'd like to fuck her, screw her, ream out her ass with his legendary penis. They were on the top deck of his yacht, Pony Boy, named after the western film that had gotten him started on the road to fame and fortune in television. The boat was anchored in the harbor within sight of land and Josh was anchored in one of the several lounge chairs scattered about, his tall, sturdy frame covered by a pair of tight, white bathing shorts that served to outline his large penis.
He waved his highball at her, saying, "Sit down, have a drink."
"Thanks," she said, sitting beside him. "It certainly is hot out here. Couldn't we go inside in the shade and talk."
He shook his head. "I like it out here just fine," he said in the tone of one used to having his own way. "Tell you what, though. I've got a supply of bikinis downstairs in different sizes. Why don't you get one of them-I'm sure you'll find one that fits; Philip will show you where-then come up and get some sun with me."
"All right," she said.
It would be a golden opportunity for him to view her excellent figure at close range, she realized. Philip, the sour-faced valet who had showed her the way from the motor boat to top deck, appeared as though by magic, ready to show her to a lower stateroom where the array of bathing suits were located.
"What kind of a drink would you like, miss?" he asked her at the door to the cabin.
"Scotch on the rocks," she said.
He disappeared, closing the door behind him. The cabin was small but luxuriously furnished. In the closet she found, as promised, a variety of bathing suits -all of them the skimpiest bikinis she'd ever seen. She chose a white one that barely covered her nipples on top and her pubic region below, then went back up to the top deck.
Josh Fielding whistled appreciatively. She smiled and turned around to give him a view of all sides of her.
"You got a mighty good body, honey," he said. "No wonder you're in a beauty contest." He patted the lounge on which he lay. "C'mon over here and sit down and we'll talk."
He handed her the drink Philip had made for her. She took it and sat down beside him, so close that his leg touched her thigh.
"How'd you know where to find me, honey?" he asked her, dropping his hand so that the palm of it rested on her thigh.
"I read the movie magazines," she said. "The Pony Boy is a famous yacht. Everybody knows it's always tied up here in the harbor ready for a big orgy."
He laughed at that and squeezed her thigh in his big hand. "Now you don't believe everything you hear, do you, honey?"
"Everything," she said, nodding.
He laughed again. "Well, most of its probably true anyway. I do like to have fun."
He rubbed her thigh with his hand and stared at her breasts, little of which were concealed by the bikini top and the bikini material was so thin that her nipples stood out in bold relief. He stared at them, licking his lips.
She glanced down at his crotch, hoping to do so without him noticing, but he did notice, she was sure of that. She was also sure that he had a big cock all right and that it seemed bigger because it was up stiff and pressing its undeniable outline against the tight cloth of his own jockey bathing suit.
"It's real, honey," he told her. "I've known some movie stars who have rubber attachments on their cocks while they're wearing bathing suits or tight pants, just for effect. But not me. Here, feel the difference."
Before she could protest or resist-or even decide what she wanted to do-he took her free hand and placed the palm over the bulge in his crotch. Brenda blushed, but she kept her hand there.
"Go on," he prompted her, "feel it."
She felt it, squeezed it even after he released her wrist. She felt a thrill shoot through her at the touch of his flesh, whose warmth and hardness could not be denied through the thin cloth covering it. She knew a lot of girls would give plenty to be in her place right now. She also knew there was no point in kidding herself. This is why she sought out the movie star, to try and make him vote for her in the Miss Derriere contest.
"Another way you can tell," he said, "is by smell."
"By smell?"
"Sure. Just put your nose down there and take a few good sniffs. You can tell if it's rubber or plastic or the real thing. Go on. Try it."
His tone was so insistent she couldn't refuse. She bent and put her nose very close to the bulge in his suit.
"Don't be bashful, honey," he told her. "Put your nose right up against it and inhale," he said as he gave her head a little nudge with his hand and she found her face in close contact with his groin. She couldn't smell any rubber or plastic odors but there was the unmistakable smell in her nostrils of a male penis "in heat." The odor and the closeness of his genitals excited her.
"Of course," he said, releasing her and smiling certainly, "the surest test of all is the taste test."
Brenda automatically found herself wetting her lips. "The taste test. But-"
He sighed. "Oh, come on, honey, let's not be coy. We both know why you're here. You wanta be nice to me so I'll cast my vote for you in the contest. Right?"
She hesitated, then nodded glumly.
"Well, cheer up," he said, " 'cause I'm gonna give you a chance."
He set down his drink, hooked his fingers into the top of his bathing suit and rolled it down over his hips and legs.
"Certainly not out here," she protested, "in plain sight."
He chuckled. "In plain sight of who, honey? Philip is down in his cabin minding his own business and nobody can see us from shore. Come on, let's have some fun in the sun."
His hands moved up over her breasts and massaged them roughly. She closed her eyes and shuddered pleasantly. Reed would never have done anything like this. He'd be shocked if she even mentioned it.
Screw Reed! she thought. Or better still, screw Josh Fielding who might do my career and my sexual well-being some good!
"How about taking off that bikini, honey?" he said. "I want to see all of you!"
There was certainly no point in her hesitating now, so she reached behind her and unsnapped the halter, then stood to work the bikini bottom down her legs. She sat down beside him again, noting that his penis was standing up, casting a shadow on his naked belly like a sundial. He reached up and fondled her bare breasts with enthusiasm. It was obvious that the mere sight of her was affecting him; she could tell from the way his penis twitched even as she watched it.
"Come here and give me a kiss, honey," he commanded.
She thought he wanted her to perform fellatio on him right away. Instead, he pulled her on top of him so that he could kiss her full on the mouth. The weight of her breasts mashed against his chest, the nipples tantalizing his flesh.
"How are you at giving massages?" he asked her.
"I could use some practice, I guess," she admitted.
"Be my guest, honey."
Her fingers kneaded his shoulder and chest muscles while he gazed at her jiggling breasts. They were an inspiring sight to him, but he wanted to see more.
"Massage the calves of my legs," he said.
She realized he had an ulterior motive in asking that, so she decided to humor him. She got up and bent over to rub her fingers over his ankles, spreading her own legs to give him a better view of her buttocks. During the course of the massage she managed to jiggle her behind in a seductive manner.
Josh Fielding smiled. Here is another filly who knows just what I want, he thought pleasantly. She had a lovely ass, too, just like the Indian girl. Well, not just like it, of course, for asses were different-but it was just as good. He'd love to hump it; his cock was up and raring to go to it.
Brenda's legs were spread slightly, so he could see right between them, into the damp bushy blonde hair covering the slit of her genitals. He reached out with both hands and grabbed hunks full of ass so vigorously it threw her off balance.
He continued squeezing and pinching the rounded globes and then ran his finger down the crack in her ass to the blonde pubic hair, inserting his finger in her cunt so forcefully she winced. He paid no attention to that, busy with the hot, wet opening between her legs.
"How about giving me a massage where it really counts, honey?"
It was not a request but an order. Brenda felt him crook his finger buried in her vagina and pull her backward. The finger stimulated her, but his roughness hurt her. She backed up as he pulled her closer to his face so she could feel his hot breath on her skin.
She knew what he wanted massaged, so she continued bending over, this time directly over his genitals. She took his stiff penis in her hands and rolled the throbbing length of it between the palms. She stroked it, pulled it, rubbed it one way and then another, with an occasional squeezing of his testicles.
It came as no surprise when he kissed her buttocks, then spread the cheeks to kiss her anus, then dip into the opening with his tongue.
She almost laughed at a sudden thought. Wouldn't it be funny if Reed could see her now, stark naked, giving a rub down to a stranger's penis and testicles, while her ass was being tongued and kissed.
She should have invited Ron Williams, the photographer, along to take some pictures for her scrap book.
Suddenly Josh released her and said, "C'mon, honey, it's your turn to do some kissing."
"Where do you want to be kissed?" she asked him.
He laughed. "Come on, you know where."
She nodded and eased herself between his legs at the foot of the lounge. He spread his legs and placed them over her shoulders, imprisoning her there, leaving no doubts as to what specifically he wanted kissed. The area of his crotch was all she could reach with her lips and tongue.
She cradled his testicles and stroked his stiff, throbbing penis for a few seconds. Then she licked the knob with her tongue and pressed her lips in a soft kiss against the flesh. His squirming told her she was doing all right. She opened her mouth wide and took the length of his penis full in her mouth and sucked on it vigorously. It grew swollen and he thrust it up against the roof of her mouth until her jaws ached.
She withdrew it from her mouth and used her tongue to lick a sticky trail down the sides of his shaft to the testicles, upon which she sucked with her lips. Playfully she even pulled on a few of his pubic hairs with her teeth.
"That's it, honey," he said. "Now you're getting there."
She moved her lips along the insides of his thighs, leaving a wet trail. Her tongue moved along his tight testicles and under them. She felt his rough hands come to rest on her head and push her down. Her lips glided downward toward the pouting hole of his anus. She covered the opening with her mouth, sticking her tongue inside as far as it would go.
Talk about undignified positions! she thought. She almost wished Mr. Reed Smythe were there to see his fianc'e literally sucking another man's asshole!
Josh Fielding shielded his eyes from the rays of the hot sun and relaxed, or tried to. It wasn't easy to control his emotions as the girl's rich scarlet lips moved tantalizingly over his shuddering cock, as her hot little tongue massaged his balls and her mouth kissed his asshole. For an amateur, she wasn't bad, but she needed practice. Well, he'd give it to her, Meanwhile, her enthusiasm was making up for it.
Before long, however, all thoughts of relaxing had fled. The sight of the naked girl sucking his crotch was too much for him and her hand was still stroking his cock even while her lips and tongue busily licked the rest of him. He stared down along her body to her beautiful white ass shining in the sun-and he wanted her.
He grabbed a handful of her blonde hair and pulled her to her feet. He said, "Come on, honey, you're gonna get humped!"
He had her stand with her back to him, her legs spread apart, her upper body bent over and holding a steady balance by grasping the upper frame of the lounge chair. Her knuckles grew white with the intensity of the grip and she closed her eyes in anticipation of his thrust into her anus. He had one of the largest, thickest penises she'd ever seen. It seemed more like a weapon than an instrument of love and she was afraid it would hurt her virgin asshole.
She tensed as he came up behind her and rubbed his throbbing penis against her white, rounded buttocks.
"Steady there," he said. "Whoa, honey."
The son of a bitch, she thought wonderingly, sounds like he's talking to his horse!
She shuddered as he continued rubbing his stiff penis against her flesh, working himself up even more. Then she felt his big hands spread apart the half-moons of her buttocks. He moved in closer and she could feel the tip of his penis probing at her anal opening, while fingers of one hand preceded it to make entry easier for him.
With an expertise born of long practice, Josh stuck the tip of his cock directly over the opening. He could tell this was going to be as tight as the Indian maiden. Brenda Stevens probably had never been fucked in the asshole. It was amazing to him there were so many girls who hadn't discovered this opening that gave him so much pleasure. Well, that was okay; it meant a good tight fit and he liked that.
He gripped her waist with both his hands and held her tight. Then he pressed forward to get the knobby tip of his cock past the opening.
She screamed.
Annoyed, he whacked her sharply on her buttocks, leaving a red handprint. "Shut up, damn you! You want the harbor patrol coming around to investigate?"
"I-I'm sorry," she sobbed. "It hurt."
"You'll get used to it. Now shut up and hold still."
Tears blurred Brenda's eyes and pain shot through her rectum. She realized that he was only part way inside her, that most of him lay outside, ready to be shoved deep into the opening. She bit her lip and tried not to think of it. She held her breath and tensed as his hands gripped her waist more securely than ever.
"Hang on, honey," he warned her. "Here goes."
He rammed the full length of his penis deep into her with such force it nearly toppled her over onto the lounge. Desperately, she held back the scream that wanted to escape from her lips. It felt as though her entire body was being ripped apart. She almost fainted.
Grinning, he began his pumping movement. "See, it's a lot of fun when you get going, isn't it?"
The pain was so intense she could hardly find her voice. "Yes," she managed. "Yes, it's a lot of fun."
She gripped the aluminum frame of the lounge chair so tightly her fingers grew numb and tried to think about the contest she was in-how the winning of the title of Miss Derriere was worth the punishment she was undergoing. She knew that Princess Laughing Water had already been to see the cowboy star and if the little girl could stand having Josh's big penis shoved up her anus, then so could a big girl like her.
After a while her anus grew numb and she was only vaguely aware that Josh Fielding was thrusting his penis in and out of her with an increasingly frantic rhythm. It was nothing more painful then than the rocking of the yacht on a stormy sea.
It would be funny, she decided, if Reed had followed her to the waterfront and if he were on the shore with a pair of binoculars. He would've seen her kissing the actor all over and sucking his penis, his testicles and his anus, followed by the actor ramming his huge penis into her behind.
Now that was a sight she'd like to hear him describe to the folks back in Connecticut!
The notion was so funny she began laughing.
"See, what'd I tell you," Josh said, grinning, "I knew you'd like it. They all do."
She probably wouldn't be able to sit down for weeks, but she couldn't let the cowboy actor know this. She had to do some acting of her own. She sighed and jiggled her buttocks against his plunging groin.
"Come on, ride 'em, cowboy!" she shouted back at him.
He rode faster, ramming his cock into her asshole with increasingly furious thrusts. His cock was bulging inside her flesh, ready to let loose with a torrent of orgasm. He released his grip on her hips and hunched over her back so he could reach under her and grab her breasts roughly in his big hands and squeeze them while he thrust faster and faster into her.
He grunted as the orgasm began and shoved his cock deep into her, holding it there as it exploded, spurting his hot come over the walls of her anus.
He held it in there until he'd finished, then he withdrew and sat down on the lounge chair, looking up at her. She seemed as though she couldn't get out of her doubled over position.
"Your first time, honey?" he asked her.
She thought of lying, but decided there was no point to it. She nodded.
"Did you like it?" he asked.
"It takes a little getting used to," she said, forcing a smile. Gritting her teeth, she went on, "I hope we can get in a little more practice before-"
"Before it's time to vote in the contest?" He laughed. "Don't you worry none, honey. It's only natural that you'd want to butter me up, since I'm one of the judges. But I do hope you like me and my asshole fucking outside of that."
"Oh, I do, I do," she insisted.
"Good. Now, I suppose you'll want to be getting back to your apartment. You can get dressed and Philip will take you back to shore."
He leaned back in the lounge and closed his eyes. Brenda picked up her bikini, put it on and then limped stiffly down to the cabin where her clothes were.
On the way back she said, "Tell me, Philip, does Mr. Fielding get many visitors here-female visitors, I mean?"
Philip smiled. "He seems to be very popular, miss, with the young ladies."
"Are any of the girls from the Miss Derriere contest?"
"I really wouldn't know, miss," the man said with a shrug.
Brenda sighed. The Indian girl had seen Josh, of that she was sure. If the others hadn't, they probably would. But at least Brenda Stevens was in the running, at least with one judge. She gulped as she remembered there were two others to consider.
She supposed that once she got used to it, this "asshole fucking," as Josh called it, might be an interesting variant to the sexual game. Some girls, she knew, even preferred it. At any rate, she was determined to continue with it, if only to get on the right side of the judges who would pick the winner-providing, of course, her aching asshole held out!
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Manny Morris couldn't figure it. He had run into Iris Hadley on the patio for a moment and he had wanted to thank her in a quiet way for the wonderful time she'd given him in the sack the previous night. He'd enjoyed fucking the redhead more than he'd ever enjoyed fucking any other girl before and his pecker still tingled whenever he thought of her lovely snatch.
But she'd merely glared at him, muttered, "Go screw yourself, buster," and flounced past.
He stared at her retreating form, at the wiggling buttocks under her tight skirt, the slim, smooth, curved legs that he'd had wrapped around his middle. He was hoping she'd suggest another get-together that night. After all, he'd promised to fuck her in the ass, hadn't he? and he wanted to keep the promise.
That, he figured, was what she was sore about. He'd promised and hadn't delivered. He got angry with her. Go screw yourself, she'd told him. Well, he didn't have to. There were plenty of other girls in the contest who would just love to go to bed with him, especially if it meant furthering their careers to do so.
He glanced around the patio. Lovely brown-haired Pam Johnson was the only girl in sight, but she was a sight he loved to see. Her long, curvy figure was barely covered by a bikini and she was stretched out on a chaise longue in the late afternoon sun. He walked over and sat down beside her.
"Hi," he said.
She opened her eyes and squinted at him. "Oh, hi." She closed her eyes again.
"Hot," he said.
"Yeah," she said. "You should get in a bathing suit and get some sun."
"I get hot just looking at you, baby," he said.
He thought that was very witty, but Pam took no notice of his remark. It was true just the same. He wet his dry lips and let his gaze feast upon her lovely legs, her just-right hips, her breasts bulging out around the skimpy halter, the thin material pulled into her crotch so tightly he could see brown pubic hairs sprouting around the edges.
Surreptitiously, he dropped his hand into his lap, using his knuckles to rub his pecker through the cloth. In response to his massage and the sight of the prone girl stretched out half-naked before him, his flesh grew hard.
He cleared his throat. "You know, Pam, I could do you a lot of good in the contest."
She didn't open her eyes. "Oh, in what way?"
Funny how his lips were so cottony. Must be the hot sun, he thought. "Well," he said, "I handle the publicity for the contest and for you girls. I could submit copy to the agency which stresses your name a little more than the others."
"Gee, that would sure be nice of you, Manny," she murmured.
He hesitated. "Of course, I'd expect a favor or two in return."
She opened her eyes and stared at him. "Favors?"
He gulped. It was easier when she wasn't looking at him, but he'd gone this far, he couldn't turn back. He blurted, "I'd like to fuck you."
She sat up, astonished. Then she laughed. "You're propositioning me," she said.
"Well, what's wrong with that?" he wanted to know. "Listen, I know you girls are putting out for the judges. Why not me? My pecker's as good as any of theirs. Besides, publicity is very important for a girl."
She chewed on her lower lip for a moment. "Gee, Manny, I don't know. I mean, I never thought about it."
"I already did it with one of the other girls," he said, "and she liked me just fine. And I didn't even have to promise her I'd give her good publicity releases either."
She put her hand on his leg smiling as he almost jumped. "Let me think about it okay?"
"Okay." He got up. "But don't wait too long. I've got some stuff to type up today and tomorrow and I could really slant the stuff in your favor."
He turned and walked away, feeling very proud of himself for having handled that situation in such a masterful manner. He keyed open the lock of his apartment and when he was inside with the door closed behind him, he went to the drapes and peered out at the reclining figure of Pam Johnson. She was a real doll, all right and he'd love to shove his pecker up her snatch or in her ass or anywhere.
On sudden impulse he unzipped his fly, pulled out his pecker and started pulling it. Murmuring as it grew stiff in his fist, he watched the brown-haired girl in the bikini, imagining what it would be like if her hands were on his pecker, her breasts were rubbing nakedly against his chest, her ass was wiggling over him.
* * *
Out on the patio, Pam Johnson glanced over at the apartment into which Manny Morris had disappeared. She smiled as she saw the drapes jiggling. Manny was in there, probably playing with himself as he watched her. Poor guy. He didn't seem the type to have many girls. She wondered which one of the others had given in to him-if any actually had. Iris Hadley, most likely. She'd drop into bed with anything that resembled a penis.
As for little Pam Johnson, that was another matter. It was true publicity could do her good or harm and she wasn't sure Manny wouldn't stretch his ethics a little bit to get what he wanted--a piece of her ass.
Well, why the hell not? She was planning on being intimate with all the judges. What was the harm in doing it with one more man. Of course, Manny would have to do it to her in the anus, because she wasn't taking any chances on getting herself knocked up.
"I'll do it," she told herself softly.
She rose and headed for Manny's apartment to tell him the good news. A flurry of drapes from Miss Cramer's apartment caught her attention and she saw the chaperone staring out at her. She smiled and waved and swerved to head back in the direction of her own apartment.
Damn! She'd forgotten about Cramer and her hawk-eye. She entered her own apartment, looked up Manny's telephone number and gave him a call.
"Manny, this is Pam," she said. "I've thought over your proposition and the answer is yes."
"Wonderful!" His enthusiasm was evident even over the phone. "How-how about tonight around midnight?"
"Fine, I'll be expecting you. Oh and Manny-"
"Yes, Pam?"
"I-uh-hope you don't mind, but I'd like you to do it to me in a special way."
"How?"
"In the anus."
He laughed nervously. "You, too. All right, I promise."
"See you then." She hung up.
* * *
In her own apartment, Miss Eileen Cramer let the drapes fall back into place. Pam Johnson was heading for Manny's apartment, she thought. Then she saw me and pretended she wasn't. That was a very suspicious thing. Added to it was the conversation the two had out in the patio. Through her binoculars, Eileen Cramer had seen what was happening-Manny awkwardly propositioning the girl and Pam thinking it over. Her trip in the direction of the publicity man's apartment gave eloquent testimony to her decision.
On impulse, Eileen dialed Manny's telephone number. The line was busy. She caught her breath. Of course, Pam would be phoning him her answer.
She dialed the number again. This time it rang and Manny answered.
"Hi, Manny," she said, trying to imitate the other girl's voice, "this is Pam Johnson again."
"Gosh, I'm glad you called again, Pam," Manny said. "I clean forgot to tell you. Let's not meet at your place or my place. Miss Cramer might see us. Meet me in the empty apartment, number sixteen."
"All right," Eileen said. "Uh-what time was that again?"
"Midnight. Don't be late. I can hardly wait."
"I'm looking forward to it, too, Manny," she told him."
"Bye."
When she hung up, she found herself feeling good. Her eyes fairly sparkled. She'd enjoyed the sex with Manny and she was sure she'd enjoy it again. He'd enjoyed it, too, she knew. It was a shame he thought she was somebody else, because she'd really like him to know she was very good in bed.
Of course, she rationalized, that wasn't the only reason she was doing this. There was the contest to think of. International Studios had hired her to do a good job guarding the girls and she was doing it. After all, she couldn't let the girls get fucked-oops! have sexual intercourse-with the only man living on the premises, could she?
Of course not! Besides, she was really beginning to like her work.
* * *
That night Manny Morris stood naked in front of his bedroom mirror, striking various poses and idly fingering his half-erect penis.
"Man oh man," he said to himself, "if the boys at the agency could only see me now, ready to shove my pecker into another bathing beauty's willing snatch!"
When he'd gotten this assignment, they'd all laughed and made fun of him. They said the only use he'd get out of his pecker would be peeing or maybe jerking off around the girls. Well, he'd done his share of jerking off, all right-but not anymore. He'd already fucked Iris Hadley. Tonight was Pam Johnson's turn. And tomorrow--
He wasn't sure which one he'd pick for tomorrow. Maybe the little Eurasian girl, Kiwi, for a change of pace. Or Cindy Jones-now there was a woman. Or Brenda Stevens, who'd always seemed so cold and distant and ultra-sophisticated.
I'd like to see how sophisticated she'd look, he thought, chuckling, with my balls resting on her chin!
The notion made his pecker give a lurch in his hand and he stroked it into firmness. Back in college he'd always been rather shy around girls and the guys had razzed him about that. Now, he'd have stories to tell the gang when he went back East for the annual reunion.
"Yes," he'd say, "I was the only guy living in this apartment with seven of the most gorgeous, well stacked broads in a beauty contest. And every one of them put out for me-every one of them."
Then he'd launch into a detailed, clinical account of each girl's physical attributes and exactly what happened between them.
And the really great thing was, with the way things were shaping up for him, he wouldn't have to lie about it.
He glanced at the alarm clock resting on the bedroom night stand table. It was twenty to twelve. He thought of going over there and waiting for her inside the apartment. It would be a pleasant surprise for her if he were to grab her as soon as she got inside. Hastily, he pulled on his trousers and a shirt, not bothering with underwear at all and slipped his feet into a pair of sandals.
When he was ready, he eased open the front door and looked out. The patio was empty. He was about to leave when a movement caught his eye. It was Miss Eileen Cramer peering out of her own doorway!
Hastily, Manny shut his door and closed his eyes, praying the chaperone hadn't seen him. It would never do to make her suspicious. If she discovered him fucking one of the girls, she'd complain and that would be that. Then he'd never have a crack at Adrienne and Brenda and Kiwi and Cindy and Princess Laughing Water.
Let's face it, lover boy, he told himself glumly, it's not because of your great charm or your outsized pecker, or your ability to fuck better than anybody else in the world, that'll make any of these girls open up her snatch to you.
It's because you might be able to do them some good, publicity-wise.
It was a sobering but realistic thought. He waited for a full five minutes, then turned out the lights and peered around the edge of the draperies in front of the big picture window. The coast was clear.
He slipped noiselessly out of the apartment and walked swiftly around the pool and foliage to apartment sixteen. Without hesitating, he opened the door and walked in.
He hesitated in the middle of the dark living room. He said softly, "Pam?"
"In here," a female voice whispered back at him, "in the bedroom."
He turned in the direction of her voice, stumbling over the same chair that had tripped him the previous night. He got up cursing.
"Don't turn on any lights," the female voice warned him. "We don't want anybody to know we're here."
"I won't," he promised.
He didn't want any interruptions tonight, or any discovery that would make it impossible for him to fuck the other girls.
As his eyes grew more accustomed to the gloom, he discovered the darkness was not quite so blinding. Light flittered in around the edges of the windows in the various rooms, making him aware of the outline of the corridor, the opening of the bedroom, the bed itself, and-he gasped his delight-the naked female figure stretched out on top of the bed.
"Is that you, Pam?"
"Of course," Eileen Cramer laughed. "You didn't have a date with anyone else, did you?"
"No, of course not. It's just that-well, I wish I could see you."
"And I you, Manny, dear. But at least we can feel each other. Come feel me."
Manny didn't require a second invitation. He quickly stripped off his clothes and lay beside the other naked body. He pulled her close, running his hands over her breasts and between her legs, feeling her.
Eileen Cramer squirmed beneath his touch. She was sure that in the dark she could pass for Pam Johnson, just as she had for Iris Hadley the previous night. After all, Manny was expecting to meet the girl here. Besides, she was determined to keep him so busy he couldn't think straight.
She reached out and grabbed his penis which was already up stiff.
He responded by moaning, "Oh Pam, baby, that feels good. Pull it for me, please."
She pulled it for him while he mashed his mouth on her lips and fondled her breasts with one hand her crotch with the other.
"Oh Pam, baby," he moaned. "You'll never know how I've longed for this moment."
"Me, too, Manny," Eileen murmured into his mouth.
She swept her tongue over his lips and when he opened them she darted her tongue into his mouth. He returned the kiss with equal ardor, shoving his own tongue into her throat.
"Come on, Manny," she begged him, "Kiss the rest of me.
He nodded, lifted one of her breasts and planted his lips around the nipple, sucking avidly. Then he transferred his affection to the other one. She took his head in her hands and moved it down along her stomach, where he kissed each layer of skin that he could reach with his increasingly eager tongue. She began to feel those beautiful sensations again. It had been a longer time than she had admitted to herself at first, but before last night, when she'd posed as Iris, Eileen hadn't had a man in some time. Too long, she'd decided. Manny's magic penis had opened up a whole new world to her that night and now she was anxiously awaiting the second installment of her new-found adventure.
"Keep going," she urged him. "That's it, keep on in that direction."
His tongue snaked over her navel, then shifted lower until it was working its way through the tangle of moist pubic hair whose triangle pointed the way to her crotch. She began squirming excitedly, forcing his head between her legs. Very few guys had sucked her down there and that was even farther off in the past than regular sexual intercourse. Her body felt hot and sweaty all over but especially so between her legs, in the spot where Manny's anxious mouth was heading. She moaned and twisted her body in involuntary spasms of increasing desire. When his mouth enclosed her vaginal lips, she gasped, clasped her hands to her head and almost screamed with delight.
"You like it, baby?" he panted, lifting his face.
"Oh yes, Manny," she cried. "Do it, do it."
Manny felt satisfied that she really liked it. He was sure she wasn't putting on an act for his benefit, hoping he'd write something nice about her in the publicity releases. She really meant it. She was really turned on and this fact pleased him.
He lowered his mouth over her hot, sensitive flesh, pressing his lips against the moist vaginal opening. He had to hold her hips steady to keep her from rocking away from him. He then pressed his tongue around the edges of the hole, licking first one way and then another. This was something else he hadn't done much of -before. He knew now that eating snatch could become habit forming if he were lucky.
In his position at the apartment, he began to feel real lucky. He was head of his own harem!
"Mmmmmmmmmm," Eileen murmured, "that feels so good, Manny, dear."
Her fingers itched to feel his stiff cock, to caress his balls. She wanted to taste it in her mouth, to lick it and nibble at it.
On impulse she said, "Let's sixty-nine."
"What?" he said.
She repeated it. "Just twist around on the bed and stay on top of me."
He did as he was told and Eileen found a stiff penis dangling under her nose. She grabbed it with both hands and playfully rubbed it over her cheeks. She felt it respond throbbingly to her touch. Then she licked the tip of it, put the knob between her lips and gently sucked while her tongue twirled over the top, drawing away the few sticky drops that had collected there in his excitement.
She was more excited now than she'd ever been. Even last night with Manny had not been this good. Either he was getting better at his lovemaking or she was getting more into the swing of it. Her body was flushed and covered with a sheen of perspiration, her breasts ached and hot flashes thundered through her genital area.
And Manny's wonderful tongue moved relentlessly over her crotch, licking, licking, licking.
Eileen shifted her hands down to the base of his penis so she could let his shaft sink into her mouth so far the top of his organ collided with the roof of her mouth. She closed her lips tightly over it and began working her head up and down. She wanted him to have an orgasm in her mouth, to shoot every last drop down her throat.
Suddenly his penis shuddered in her mouth and he stopped his activity at her crotch.
"What's the matter?" she asked him. "What is it?"
He yanked his penis from her mouth and turned to fade her. "I'm sorry. I almost forgot-you wanted me to do it to you in your asshole."
She opened her mouth to protest, then realized that apparently Pam Johnson had requested this and would want it that way.
She said meekly, "All right."
"I'm not too experienced at this," he confessed reluctantly. "How shall we do it?"
Eileen wasn't exactly an expert herself, but it seemed that dog-fashion was a practical way of doing it. She said, "I'll get on all fours on the bed and you come up behind me and stick it in."
She assumed the position.
Manny sat on his haunches behind her and stared thoughtfully at the white-gleaming ass that was milky and soft-seeming in the vague light. She had a beautiful one all right, even nicer it seemed than Iris Hadley whose beautiful ass he'd seen only the night before.
"Are you ready?" she asked him over her shoulder.
He said, "Yes." He fingered his stiff penis for a moment to keep it up good and hard, then moved in close to the girl on her hands and knees. He spread the cheeks of her buttocks and rammed his penis against her.
The first few tries were awkward misses. His inexperience plus the fact that the bed bounced them about with each thrusting movement made coupling difficult.
"Maybe," Eileen suggested hopefully, "we should forget it and try some other position."
"Nope," he said through gritted teeth, "you want to get fucked with my pecker in your asshole and that's the way it's going to be."
Eileen sighed. It seemed this was what was destined to happen, so she may as well accept it. Not that she minded particularly, except Manny seemed to be having a lot of trouble getting it into her and she was afraid he'd lose his erection.
She supported herself on one hand and reached around to help him. They got the tip inserted and she said, "Okay, shove it in."
He shoved it in and she howled with surprise.
He paused. "Hey, what'd you yell for? You'll wake up everybody in the apartment."
"Sorry," she hissed back at him. "You surprised me."
They listened for a moment, but no sounds came from outside. "I guess everybody's asleep," he said.
He began moving his pecker in and out of the opening, marveling at how tightly it grasped his shaft. There was still some bounce to the mattress, so he had to hold onto the girl's rocking hips to keep them both steady while he kept up a steady rhythm.
Eileen wiggled and twitched her buttocks against his thrusting groin. She felt pleasantly wicked in carrying on her deception like this. She actually felt like another woman, certainly not the staid, prim and proper Miss Eileen Cramer whose job it was to look out for female virtue.
"Oh!" Manny said suddenly, his jerking becoming more erratic.
He was going to come soon, she realized. All her fondling and sucking had built him up to a point where he couldn't turn back if he wanted to and she didn't want him to, either. The whole situation was so damn sexy she was about to come herself.
To make doubly certain, she inched one hand over to her crotch and inserted a finger into her damp vagina, fingering the clit in time with the motion of the penis ready to spurt inside her anus.
"Oh!" he said again and stiffened his body against her.
Furiously she worked her finger against the clitoris, jerking it back and forth. It paid off. An instant after he started throbbing and jerking around inside her, she let loose with a series of her own personal spasms, the combined violence of which all but toppled them over off the bed.
When they were through, Eileen fell forward on her face, disengaging her anus from his penis. Manny collapsed beside her, breathing heavily.
"Pam," he panted into her ear, "you're the greatest."
She blinked at him for an instant, forgetting who she was supposed to be. Then she said, "You're pretty great, too, Manny." The nice thing about it was, she meant it.
Fully dressed, Eileen said, "I'll go out first. You wait a little while, then follow."
Manny nodded. Oddly enough, her words sounded very much like the advice Iris had given him the night before. Well, that was only natural, since the circumstances were the same. He watched her dark-shrouded figure move into the corridor then disappear. A second later the front door opened and closed.
He waited a few minutes, resting on the top of the bed, then rose and pulled on his trousers, shirt and sandals. A moment later he was stealthily making his way across the empty patio to his own apartment.
When he got inside, his phone rang. It was Pam. She said, "Listen, do you know what time it is?"
"About one o'clock I guess. Why?"
"Why?" She seemed to be annoyed about something. "Do you want to do some plain and fancy screwing or not?"
He grinned. She couldn't get enough of him, it seemed. He said, "To tell the truth, I'm pretty pooped right now."
"How about that publicity?" she asked him.
"Don't worry about that," he assured her. "I'll do right by you, baby."
He could almost hear her smile over the phone. "Thanks, Manny. You're a sport."
He'd hung up, undressed and was snuggling under the cool sheets when he decided vaguely that there was something wrong with that conversation. But he was too groggy to analyze it. He fell asleep and slept dreamlessly.
"Who needs dreams," he told himself, when he awoke the following morning smiling contentedly, "when reality is so great."
CHAPTER TWELVE
Pam Johnson was delighted to be let off the hook as far as Manny Morris was concerned. It puzzled her, however, that he didn't show up at her apartment at night when he knew she'd be waiting for him. Maybe he'd gotten cold feet and had decided to chicken out.
Not that she minded the idea of screwing Manny. He seemed like a nice enough guy and what was one more penis stuck up inside her? Even so, she knew her body and her asshole especially were going to be getting a workout at the hands, mouth and genitals of the judges in the contest and she didn't want her tender flesh to be too sore in that area.
She was glad that Ron Williams was next on her list. She'd heard that Josh Fielding had a big cowboy penis that he tried to ram into a girl as though he were a stallion in heat and the girl were a filly to be broken in. She could use the practice with a gentler person like the photographer, before moving on to rougher ones.
She made herself a light lunch, then took a cab over to Ron Williams' studio. She blushed as his eyes x-rayed her. He was obviously envisioning her naked body under the short skirt and blouse she'd worn. She was there ostensibly to have pictures taken in relation to the Miss Derriere contest and she had no doubt the pictures would be taken. But she was also certain that the session would end with Ron trying to screw her- succeeding, of course. She hadn't come this far without a lot of "couch casting" already, so why turn away and throw up the whole career now?
Ron smiled as he ushered her into his studio with a light touch of his palm on the small of her back. However, the hand gradually slipped as they walked in, until it was stroking her buttocks through the dress.
He didn't waste any time in getting down to it, but then why should he? The girls needed him more than he needed them.
"Suppose we take some pictures of you in your street clothes first," he suggested, giving her rump an affectionate squeeze.
He posed her with and without props in front of various backgrounds, clicking off shots as rapidly as he could fire, as she moved about according to his directions. As she had suspected, the majority of shots were from the rear. Ron had an absolute mania for female asses apparently. Well, she didn't mind that-she had an ass that had caused a lot of male heads to swivel on the street.
He had her bend over and look coyly back at him while he sat on the floor and aimed upward. In the large posing mirror in back of him, she could see that all of her legs showed clear up to the crotch of her panties. It wasn't a shot he could use in the publicity campaign; obviously it was for his own enjoyment.
"Beautiful," he murmured, "just beautiful." He smiled. "That would be an even better shot if you weren't wearing any underwear."
His tongue was practically hanging out at the thought-he knew it and didn't care. What the hell, he thought, all of these girls in the contest know the score, so why beat around the bush? He tried to picture her pantyless, with her skirt up high above her crotch, her brown-pubic-haired cunt dangling there and above it the puckered opening of her delightful asshole. The thought so excited him he reached into his own crotch to rub his stiffening prick.
"Come on, baby," he said. "Take off your panties for me. I won't show the pictures to anybody. I promise."
He was probably lying about that, but Pam knew there was nothing she could do about it. If she had any hopes of getting his vote in the contest, she had to do what he wanted her to do.
"All right," she said.
"Here, let me do it for you," he offered.
He put down his camera and went on his knees over to her. While she still bent over, he reached up under her skirt and fondled her buttocks over the panties. Her flesh seemed burning hot under the thin nylon, just the way he liked it. He stroked her buttocks and pressed his cheek up against them to feel the warmth.
"Beautiful," he murmured, "just beautiful."
He reached up for the waistband of her underwear, got it between his fingers and rolled the panties down over her hips and lower, catching his breath as the crack down the middle of her ass became more and more visible to his eager eyes. He drew the panties down slowly, savoring the sight of each additional square inch of soft female flesh as it became naked to his gaze. When he had the panties down to her crotch, he couldn't resist rubbing his cheek against the naked roundness, deeply inhaling the scent of her flesh.
Then he peeled it down over her legs to freedom and she stepped out of the panties. Pam's face was flushed and she felt a very real excitement pervade her. A man undressing her was very sexy, especially when he rubbed his face against her flesh. She found her nipples hardening and a warm moistness stealing over her vaginal area.
He scampered away to retrieve his camera. "Okay, now get back into that pose," he directed.
She got into the pose once more.
He said, "No, bend over a little bit more." It seemed like that was his favorite posing direction with girls, so he could get a shot of their asses, complete with cunt and holes.
"A little more. Ah, that's it!" The camera clicked several times. "Now reach behind you and spread your cheeks for me. Come on, don't be bashful, baby. I want to see everything you've got."
Pam sighed, reached around and used both hands to spread her buttocks. He was seeing everything she had, all right. There didn't seem to be much left-except her breasts and he didn't seem too interested in those.
The photographer squinted through the view finder of his camera, focusing on his favorite target. As he worked the focus on the lens, a naked and puckering asshole came sharply into view. He zeroed in on it and clicked off a few fast shots. Below that opening was the girl's crotch with her cunt wide open and covered with sparse croppings of brown pubic hair. The image on the focusing screen was so clear he could see tiny droppings of perspiration glinting on some of the hairs.
Click! Click! Ron chuckled happily. These would be fine additions to his collection of asshole shots. He had probably the biggest collection in the world. He'd taken thousands of such shots during his years as a glamour photographer and he still never tired of them. Assholes came in all shapes and sizes-perhaps not an obvious fact to anyone who hadn't made a study of them, but a truism to someone who specialized in them. Ron Williams was one who specialized in them, photographically and sexually and he was only too willing to do so without regard to race, creed or religion.
"Baby," he said, "you've got me so hot I can't go on taking pictures. Something's got to give. Are you willing?"
Pam forced a smile. "Sure." She took a chance and added, "If you'll vote for me in the Miss Derriere contest."
He laughed at that. "You bet your sweet ass, baby-if you give me a good time."
He's lying, she thought. He probably promises the same thing to every girl who comes into his studio. Yet there was little she could do about it, except give him the good time he wanted and hope he'd remember it when voting time came around.
She watched him attach a motor to his camera, then put the whole assembly on a tripod.
"You're not-you're not going to take pictures of us doing it, are you?" she asked incredulously.
"Of course I am, baby," he said. "Don't worry, it's only for my scrap book."
She felt a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. Oh well, she rationalized, it would be worth it all if she got a contract from the studio.
He screwed a wide angle lens into the camera. "Come on, let's go into the bedroom, where we'll be more comfortable."
Docilely, she followed him into the bedroom, watching him set up the tripod-mounted camera in front of the bed and set the timer mechanism on the motor.
"Okay, take off your clothes," he told her.
She took off her clothes and he quickly stripped off his and lay naked on the bed, motioning for her to come to him. She was climbing onto the bed when she heard a click behind her, followed by a whir that told her the film was automatically being advanced and the shutter cocked.
"How about sucking my prick for a while, baby," he suggested, "to get me warmed up."
Wordlessly, Pam nodded. She bent over with her back still to the camera and seized his penis in both her hands. He'd gotten, very excited by his photographing her in the studio and his penis was erect already. Even so, she stroked it expertly, rubbing her nipples over the tip of it.
"Hey, that feels good," he said. "No girl has ever rubbed her tits over my prick like that before. Do it some more."
She did it some more.
Click! went the camera behind her.
"Hey," he said, "scrunch around a little more so we can get both ends of you in clearly." He put his hand on her thigh and eased her around a bit. "And spread your legs some more so we can get a good shot of your crotch. That's it, baby, you're doing fine. Now, suck, suck!"
Pam bent her head into his lap, holding his penis upright in her hands and immediately took the length of his organ between her lips, letting it slide in as far as it would go. She felt him rise up to thrust it deep in her mouth. She closed her lips firmly about the shaft and imprisoned it.
Click! went the camera.
Ron twisted around on the bed. "Okay, let's get a shot of my licking your crotch. Keep on sucking, baby."
She kept on sucking, but she felt annoyed. For one thing, the damn camera going off bothered her, for another, Ron Williams seemed more interested in getting himself a set of sexy pictures than in screwing her. The thought briefly flashed through her mind to tell the photographer to take his cameras and shove them up his own ass, but that would really screw her up and make all her hard work worthless when it came time for choosing the winner of the Miss Derriere contest. Resisting the impulse, she tried to forget the ever-clicking camera by throwing herself into the spirit of the thing.
As she sucked furiously on his stiff penis and massaged his testicles with her palm, he laughed, pleased and said, "Hey, take it easy. I don't want to come just yet."
When she slowed her pace, he glanced over at the camera and then back to the rounded female ass staring him in the face. It was a good angle, all right-it would get her sucking him off on one side of the frame, plus a nice view of her ass. Reaching up, he spread her cheeks so the asshole was showing, pressed his face up to one cheek and extended his tongue to just touch the round opening.
Click! Another winner.
Pam's mouth on his prick, the sight and smell of her asshole and the damp cunt just beneath were really turning Ron on and he had to force himself to hold back. The added knowledge that he was finally taking some pictures of the activity he liked best also increased his pleasure.
Time, he decided, to get down to some serious eating!
Ron crooked his finger into Pam's cunt and wiggled it all around the hot opening, finding the clitoris and pressing it back and forth. At the same time, he eased his face into the crack separating her buttocks and placed his lips over the girl's asshole. He felt her tense expectantly, then begin to shudder as he pursed his lips and alternately blew and sucked the opening. After a moment, her trembling grew so violent he had to release her cunt and use both hands to hold her buttocks steady while he applied his tongue to her crotch.
Click!
Pam started as the sound seemed suddenly loud in her ears. She'd become so excited by Ron's stiff cock throbbing in her mouth and by the feel of his fingers in her vagina and his mouth and tongue up her asshole, she'd forgotten temporarily that this momentous event was being recorded for all time. She was thankful for the knowledge that even if the photographer showed the pictures around, the chances were almost non-existent that anyone from her hometown in Iowa would ever see them. Besides, with her cheeks bulging out with the male organ stuffing them, who could recognize her anyway?
The notion made her feel a little better and so did the sexual situation in which she found herself She was certainly no prude; being in bed with a naked man wasn't the worst thing in the world, especially since there'd be no danger of her being knocked up.
She tingled as his tongue worked down from her asshole to her vaginal lips.
Ron took his head away from her for a moment to gulp in a lungful of air. "You know something, baby," he said, "you've got a great little cunt here, too. Maybe I'll stick my prick in there just for a change of pace."
His words terrified her! Ron wasn't the type to have contraceptives around or to use them if he had some. There was only one thing she could think to do-she pulled her mouth off his penis and bent her head to apply her lips directly to his asshole.
He giggled. "Hey, what're you doing? Oh, that's nice, Pam. I like that. Could you move your head more to the side so I can get a shot of it?"
She enclosed her hand about his stiff, throbbing penis and worked it frantically up and down while her tongue darted about the opening of his asshole and then delved inside, swirling around faster and faster.
The photographer didn't realize what was happening until he automatically lifted his buttocks from the bed, ramming his penis tightly through the girl's closed hand-and then it was too late.
He groaned as spasms of whitish liquid spurted from the tip of his sex organ, covering her hand and the side of her face.
For a while afterward, she kept rubbing his soggy, limp penis and running her tongue over his asshole in tender, slower strokes.
When he could find his breath, he said, "That's good. Oh, I loved that. Having your tongue up my ass really turned me on, baby!"
"I'm glad you enjoyed it, Ron," she told him, smiling.
The smile was at her own cleverness in making him come so he wouldn't be able to screw her for a while. She thought she'd handled that problem very nicely.
Click! went the camera.
Ron got up off the bed and went to examine the camera. "Not bad," he commented. "Got a full roll of us in action."
"Wonderful," she said. "Do you think they will came out?"
He looked annoyed. "Of course they did. I know what I'm doing."
Taking the camera off the tripod, he rewound the film, removed it and placed it on the dresser. He stared at her nakedness for a moment.
"I've got an idea, honey. We can still have a lot of fun. Wait here until I go to the John."
She waited until he was inside the bathroom with the door closed. Then she leaped off the bed, gathered up the exposed roll of film, raced out to the studio with it and dropped it into her purse. Frantically he looked around for a fresh roll, finally found one in a cabinet and ran back to the bedroom with it. She placed it on the dresser where the other one had been just as the toilet flushed and the bathroom door opened to emit the still-naked photographer.
"Ron, I'm sorry," she said. "I didn't realize it was so late. I've got to run."
His face fell. "Run? But you just got here. It's still early."
She glanced at the electric alarm clock nearby. "I promised Mr. Morton I'd see him at the studio this afternoon at two thirty. I'll just have time to make it."
As she figured, he wasn't about to argue with the studio president. He picked up the cartridge of film from the dresser.
"Okay," he said. "You can go if you want to."
She stepped in close, kissed him warmly on the lips and ran her hands over his limp penis and under his testicles.
"It's not that I want to. You understand that, don't you?" He nodded. "I'm a very understanding person Pam, I'm sure you'll come to find that out."
He followed her into the studio, where she put on her clothing. As she was about to leave he snatched her purse from her and quickly opened it to extract the roll of film she'd cached there.
"That wasn't very nice of you," he said.
She blushed. "How'd you know?"
He held up the substitute cartridge she'd placed on the dresser and touched the dangling piece of film at its edge. "This is an unexposed roll," he told her.
"I'm sorry, Ron," she said weakly. "It's just that-"
"I understand. I also understand why you made me come, baby, before I wanted to and why you have to run off to an appointment."
"Ron, I'll make it up to you. Honest, I will."
He shook his head. "You don't have to. There are other girls in the contest, baby. If you had any hopes of winning it now, forget it. Now get the hell out of here!"
Realizing the futility of arguing with him, Pam left, but she could not hold back her sobs of frustration and annoyance.
Well, she told herself, I've really screwed things up-and after coming all this way, literally kissing peoples' asses, putting out right and left for them.
Of course, she remembered, there were two other judges. She'd already made some points with Henry Morton. Josh Fielding was next. She'd let him ram his big cowboy penis up her ass as much as he wanted to and not complain about it. In fact, she'd beg him for more.
Two out of three might let her win.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Redheaded Iris Hadley lay naked on the bed in her apartment, her legs spread, her fingers working quickly, juicily, in and out of her hot pussy and her hotter asshole. She had her eyes closed, her mouth open and the twin holes in her crotch area wet and throbbing with desire. She gasped and moaned and licked her dry lips. With her free hand she massaged her breasts, palming the aching nipples into hardness. Her body squirmed to meet the thrust of her fingers.
This time she'd remembered to put some bouncy tunes on the phonograph-not so loud as to invite complaints but loud enough to cover any sounds she made. She always made sounds-as now when she was squealing her delight at being loved by her rapid, squishing fingers probing both her sensitive orifices at once.
A moment later she flailed her legs in the air, her body stiffened and orgasm racked her with such intensity she almost shrieked. The bed lurched under her with each spasm of her twisting body, then settled as she collapsed in a limp, trembling heap covered with a sheen of perspiration.
The phone rang. She suddenly realized it had been ringing before, but she had been too busy to answer it. She reached over to the night stand and plucked the phone from its cradle.
"Hello, is this Iris Hadley?" a strong masculine voice asked.
For a wild moment she thought the unfamiliar voice belonged to Tom, the man she'd met in the bar.
"Yes," she admitted.
"This here is Josh Fielding," the voice said.
"Josh Fielding," she breathed. "Oh yes, Mr. Fielding!"
She lay back on the bed, spread her legs and eased her finger in and out of her damp pussy as she talked with him. She'd seen the cowboy actor lots of times on television. He was a big man-big where it really counted, so she'd been told-and good-looking. A little vain perhaps, but what did that matter? The important thing was, he was one of the judges in the contest.
"What can I do for you, Mr. Fielding?" she asked him.
"Now that's a leading question, Iris," he chuckled.
"I know and I like the place it's leading to."
"My place, in about an hour?" he said and explained how to get there.
"I'll be there!" she promised excitedly.
She hung up and visions of his big beautiful cock danced in front of her eyes as she increased her thrusts between her legs.
"Josh, baby," she murmured, "I'm going to give you-and me-a time we'll both remember."
She quickly brought herself to a screeching orgasm. Then she took a warm shower. The temptation to use the enema tube on herself was ever present, but she decided there was not enough time. Besides, if those stories of Josh Fielding were true, he'd use his cock to give her an enema. This enticing thought made her hurry.
She drove over to his apartment in town in record time. She knew the television star had a big house in Palm Springs and a yacht, but the plush apartment in the high-rent district was his home base while he was working on the television series. The place was surrounded by lush tropical foliage, multi-colored stones set into the walls, a huge lagoon-shaped swimming pool in the courtyard and a glass-enclosed elevator in one corner for those not wishing to travel to the second floor by stairway.
A few male and female sun bathers glanced curiously in her direction, but Iris paid them no attention. She was out to get fucked by Mr. Josh Fielding-TV star with the big cock-and her pussy was already tingling with anticipation. Besides, since he was one of the judges in the contest, it wouldn't do her any harm to chalk up points.
Josh opened the door and flashed her a big smile. "Hi!"
"Hi," she said to him.
Wow! she said to herself.
He was big, all right and she could see most of his six-feet-three in the bathing trunks he wore. His chest was hairy and massive and the rest of him was heavily muscled. Iris's eyes automatically went to the bulge in the front of his trunks which outlined those muscles in which she was most interested.
As she went in, Josh closed the door behind her. She was aware of him sizing her up with his eyes, finding her measurements in the short, tight dress quite satisfactory.
When she turned, she noticed he had an open can of beer in his hand. "Care for a drink?" he asked.
She shook her head.
"Anything else I can get you?" he offered.
She smiled sensuously, stepped in close to him, ran the palms of her hands up over his hairy chest and around his neck. When he bent his head down, she kissed him full on the lips. Then one of her hands detached itself from his neck and slid smoothly down over his stomach, under the elastic waistband of his trunks.
"How about this?" she suggested.
Her hand enclosed his cock with a firm, determined grip. It was limp, but it was as big as she'd hoped for. Furiously she tugged at it and felt it respond by hardening.
He laughed. "You don't waste time, do you, honey?" he said, adding, "Not that I mind, you understand. But I got me some examining to do, too. That's why I called you over here, to take a look at your sweet little ass."
He lowered his big hands down her back and gripped her buttocks tightly. She winced as he squeezed, but it was a wince of pleasure, not of pain. She pumped his stiffening cock in her hand and pulled his head down so she could continue mashing her mouth over his lips.
"Mmmmmmmmm," she murmured, "I'd love to feel this big, beautiful cock of yours up my pussy."
"How about up your ass, honey?"
"Anyplace. I'm sure a he-man like you can do it both places."
He laughed, pleased. "But not at the same time," he said. "Honey, I like humping better'n most anything."
"Then what," she asked, giving his penis a squeeze and a tug, "are we waiting for? Let's screw!"
Her strong fingers gripped his bathing trunks and pulled them down over his hips and around his ankles. Kneeling in front of him, she eased them down and off his legs, as his stiffening cock flicked outward, almost hitting her in the face. She stayed on her knees in front of him and grasped his sex organ with both hands. She licked her lips.
"You've got a beautiful cock," she said, rolling it between her palms.
"So I've been told," he grinned down at her.
The immodest son of a bitch! she thought. Well, what the hell, he had every right to be proud of that hunk of meat standing up, throbbing like it owned the world. She'd known guys who didn't have half as much.
She pulled at it a little more, until a trace of liquid appeared on the very tip. Her tongue shot out and licked the moisture away, the contact causing him to shudder. He might be vain and a lousy conversationalist, she mused, but he was all man, there was no doubt about that. Iris wasn't in the mood for talking; it was action she wanted. She took the knob of his cock between her lips and sucked on it with a passion until her jaws were sore and it seemed his pulsing flesh was about to burst in her mouth.
Laughing, he pulled her mouth off him and raised her to her feet. "Hey, take it easy, I want to save some of that meat for your ass."
He put his hand under her skirt and slid his fingers up along the inside of her thigh until it hit her crotch. She was sorry she'd bothered wearing panties. She closed her eyes and kept massaging his stiff penis poking into the front of her, while his fingers rubbed the thin fabric of her panties over her genitals.
"How about taking off your clothes now, honey?" he suggested.
Eagerly, Iris nodded. She pulled back and quickly unbuttoned and unzipped her dress, stepping out of it. Her bra and panties were next. Undressing in front of a man was nothing new to her and she had the incentive of his throbbingly erect cock waiting impatiently for her. It pleased her to see how his eyes feasted hungrily on her full, firm breasts, on her thighs, crotch and rounded ass.
She said huskily, "Let's go into the bedroom."
He shook his head. "I ain't waiting for that."
The force of his charge knocked her off her feet and onto the heavily carpeted floor. She was trying to catch her breath when he landed on top of her between her legs, crushing the rest of the breath from her body. She felt the head of his cock probing for her pussy-finding it. Reaching between them, she took his throbbing organ in her fingers and guided the entire pulsating length of him into her.
She almost screamed as pleasurable sensations racked her body. Quickly, she clamped her legs around his back, clutched him to her with raking fingernails and twisted under him, pumping her groin at his genitals. Covering his lips with her mouth, her tongue darted into the opening with thrusts that matched the ones he was making with his cock in her pussy.
Josh was feeling no pain himself. Wowee! he thought, I got me a real wild filly in this one! I bet she's been humped every which way, including up the ass.
He pumped into her with increasingly furious strokes. The rug was rough under her bare back, but she wasn't going to complain, not as long as his cock was up inside her, giving her a good time.
She began moaning and shaking her legs violently in the air and he thought: Damn her! That's the second time she's come so far.
His own cock was getting ready to fire away. It was going deep inside her pussy, all the way to his balls and it was thick and hard and in the mood to shoot off. But not yet. Not this way. Her eyes opened in surprise as he withdrew.
"I want to hump you in the ass," he explained, as he helped her to her feet.
"I'd love it," she gasped, "but hurry!"
She'd always enjoyed the dildos and the enema tubes she shoved inside herself, but it didn't compare with the sensation of a real live cock ramming your pussy or reaming your ass. Josh had a real live cock, all right, there was no mistaking that.
She bent over, holding the couch to steady herself. He moved in close behind her, hooking his cock under her spread legs and rubbed it tantalizingly across the slit of her pussy a few times to lubricate it fully. Skillfully, he spread the cheeks of her ass, aimed expertly at the gaping asshole and moved forward.
Iris closed her eyes and sighed. "Oh, I love it," she cried, "I love your cock in me!"
The cowboy actor smiled, pleased, realizing Iris wasn't putting him on. She really enjoyed sex, apparently all kinds and her asshole was a lot easier to get into than most, indicating she'd had cocks inside her before him. Even so, it was plenty tight enough. What's more, she knew how to wiggle her ass and use her muscles to grab his cock as it went in and out of her. Virgin assholes were okay in their own way, but Josh enjoyed a girl who knew what the score was.
Iris moaned and squealed as he thrust savagely into her-she didn't mind the roughness; she liked it better that way. She just wished he had two cocks-one for her pussy, the other for her asshole. Perhaps next time she could bring along a dildo so she could get it in both holes at the same time. She tried to finger her crotch but her balance was too precarious.
He said, "Hey, what are you doing?"
She told him.
"I'll take care of that," he told her.
His hands skidded down the front slopes of her hips to her crotch, where he seized her roughly, with two fingers plunging into the moist hot cavern of her pussy. She screeched her delight as he worked the fingers of both hands into the opening, rubbing the clit back and forth, massaging the quivering flesh inside her vagina-at the same time he was plunging his cock deep into her asshole, withdrawing it almost to the head, then ramming it back in again.
It wasn't often she got screwed this expertly and Iris wanted it to last, so she thrust her saucy ass at him in carefully timed gyrations designed to excite them both but not send him over the top. A wet sucking sound came from her crotch where his fingers masturbated her and another deeper sound from behind her as his cock plunged in and out of her asshole. The noises were sweet music to her ears, as was his gasping, sighing and moaning as he hunched over her, having himself one hell of a good time.
Oh, baby! she thought. This cowboy's got to be one of the greatest ass-fuckers of all time! She remembered her desire to take on all three of the judges simultaneously. If they were even half as good as Josh Fielding, they'd have her climbing the walls in no time at all.
She spread her legs even wider and bent further forward, hoping to let the full weight of his thrusts plow deep into her. She whirled her buttocks enticingly and shoved back to meet his forward plunges. She was aware that his breathing had been growing more erratic, his thrusts more forceful but rhythmic.
"Don't come yet," she whispered imperatively. "Not yet!"
He didn't answer. Instead, his hot breath against the side of her face told her he was having trouble controlling himself. His fingers worked more frantically in her crotch, rubbing the clitoris back and forth with renewed enthusiasm. The clit was standing up, vibrating stiffly and her pussy seemed like it was going to explode any second.
She trembled and orgasm began from deep within her body. As the first shudders shook her, she moaned, her fingers clenched and she shrieked as the first wave hit her with all its mighty fury.
Josh knew he couldn't hold back any longer. He didn't even try. The sexually educated ass of Iris Hadley had built him up to such a pitch he wanted to let loose with everything he had. When he felt the girl shuddering convulsively against him, he increased the pumping into her asshole while her muscles were busy contracting around him.
That extra effort did it for him. He transferred his sticky fingers to her hips, rammed his cock deep into her ass and held it there as it expanded, throbbed, shot spasms of hot fluid into her anus.
Josh grunted and breathed a sigh of relief.
Iris emitted a sustained, high-pitched scream as orgasm overwhelmed her. Her body shook from head to toe with such ferocity she nearly bowled the actor over with the tremors.
When it was over, Josh withdrew his dripping penis from her asshole.
She turned and took it lovingly in her hands. "Aw," she said, "it's all sticky."
"It's your fault, honey," he said. "Why don't you clean it off for me?" He sat in a nearby chair.
She smiled and sank to her knees in front of him, fondling the cock in her hands. Then, cradling his balls with one hand and raising the shaft to her lips, she proceeded to lick and suck the wetness from the flesh while he leaned back in the chair, sighing contentedly.
After a while, she rose and said, "I've got to be going."
"But you'll be back sometime, I hope," he said.
"You can plan on it," she told him. "I want this gorgeous cock of yours in me every chance I get!"
She dressed. At the door they kissed, hugged, fondled. His naked penis lurched in her hand and she wet her lips hungrily.
"How about getting together tonight?" she asked eagerly.
He hesitated. "Love to, honey, but I can't. Got an important business appointment. But don't worry; I'll get in touch with you."
Iris wondered if this was the "don't call me, I'll call you" routine. She'd gotten that from lots of agents and producers after she'd spread her legs for them and left them happy. Well, she consoled herself on the way back to the apartment, at least I had a good afternoon. Josh might even vote for her when it came time to cast ballots for Miss Derriere.
Which reminded her-there were still two other judges she had to screw for points. It was a beautiful way to combine business with pleasure.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Time was running out. The contest would close in a few days and so Manny Morris knew he would have to work fast if he was going to put his pecker into the snatches and assholes of the "rest" of the girls in the Miss Derriere contest. He'd already had (he thought) Iris Hadley and Pam Johnson, but there were five others he wanted to fuck-or have some sort of sexual activity with.
It was this desperation plus the fact that Miss Eileen Cramer had had to go to the studio to see Henry Morton, president of International Studios, that prompted him to be bold with the three girls congregated about one end of the pool.
He sat down in the midst of them and stared for a while at the lovely Negress Cindy Jones stretched out on a towel, at the tiny olive-skinned Eurasian Kiwi and at Princess Laughing Water. Each of the girls wore nothing but a tiny bikini and the sight of each one brought a dryness to Manny's lips, a rush of hot blood pounding in his temples and a tingle to the penis in his pants.
He cleared his throat to get their attention. "I could do you girls a lot of good," he said.
Cindy smiled at him. "In what way, Manny?"
"Well," he said, "you girls are all members of minority groups. I could give you lots of favorable publicity for yourselves-I mean, in relation to the contest."
Kiwi grinned and smoothed the cloth between her legs. "Last time I saw Mr. Morton," she said, "he was only too willing to integrate."
"That's true for the photographer, too," Cindy remembered. "You girls'll excuse the expression, but he even went so far as to kiss my black ass."
The three girls exploded in giggles of laughter, while Manny blushed at the obvious sexual reference.
Princess Laughing Water said, "When I visited the cowboy he was interested in nothing but peace."
The three of them giggled some more.
"Maybe so," Manny admitted, "but the other girls have gone or are going to see the three judges and try to make points with them. You can joke about it all you want, but believe me, it wouldn't hurt to get my help."
"And in return for this?" Cindy asked suspiciously.
Manny blushed again. "I want to fuck all of you."
"At the same time?" Kiwi said with feigned incredulity.
"No, not at the same time," he said.
"And why not?" the Indian girl wanted to know. "We don't have much time left. Let's all do it at once."
"Okay with me," Cindy said resolutely. "I'm bored with just laying around here in the sun. I could use some action. How about it, Manny. You game?"
Manny found himself speechless. He'd hoped that maybe one of the girls would take him up on his offer. Or maybe in his wildest dreams he'd considered them one at a time succumbing to his sales pitch.
But all at once?
His mind boggled at the thought of the three naked bodies squirming over him, sucking him, fucking him, playing with his pecker, letting him use their snatches and assholes for any and every whim he had.
"When can we do it?" Kiwi asked.
"How about right now," Princess Laughing Water suggested, "while Miss Cramer isn't around."
"Sure," Cindy said enthusiastically. "We can use that empty apartment, number-"
"Sixteen," Manny supplied, still a little dazed by his sudden good fortune. "All three of you at once?" he murmured. Even in his very wildest dreams he'd never had three girls all at once.
Cindy seemed determined to be the ringleader. She rose and pulled the goggle-eyed publicity man to his feet.
"Wait a minute," Kiwi protested. "Suppose it's not open."
"Yeah," Princess Laughing Water said with a pout. "Miss Cramer has the key."
"Shit, that's right," Cindy Jones said.
Manny frowned. Three lovely young pieces of ass all ready, willing and able-and they couldn't get into the apartment! Unless-
"Hey," he said, "I don't remember locking it last night when I left." He grinned. "It's probably still open."
Cindy grinned back at him and boldly patted the bulge in his trousers. "You been using this cock to fuck some pussies, Manny?"
He nodded proudly. "You bet I have."
"Come on," Kiwi said. "If we're going to do some fucking, let's get on with it."
"Yeah," Princess Laughing Water agreed, laughing. "I haven't had a white man's cock up my cunt since yesterday."
"Up your cunt, honey?" Cindy said incredulously. "You went to see Josh Fielding. He likes it up the asshole."
"That's right. He used it like a cunt. To tell the truth, it wasn't bad."
"Hey, come on," Kiwi said, "this talk is getting me all hot and bothered."
"You're not the only one," Manny said, mopping the sweat from his brow.
He wondered suddenly if the girls were putting him on, getting him all worked up with their teasing and dirty language-but not intending to put out. His fears were soon allayed, however, when they pushed and pulled him over to the door of apartment sixteen. He held his breath and then sighed with relief when the knob turned and the door opened inward. Taking a last backward glance self-consciously at the patio and the surrounding apartments, he half expected Miss Cramer to appear. But no one did and the door closed behind him and the three beauty contestants.
The girls swarmed around him, pulling at his clothing, unzipping his fly, unbuckling his belt, unbuttoning his shirt, plying him with questions.
"What do you want to do, Manny?"
"Fuck us, of course! Shove his cock up our hot little pussies."
"Sure, but what else?"
"Like to have your cock sucked?"
"Who wouldn't? Maybe he goes for the asshole, too, like the others."
"I don't mind that bit myself. Listen, he could shove his cock up my cunt while one of you sucked his asshole."
"Sure and maybe he could lick my pussy and my ass at the same time."
Manny wasn't sure who said what, but it didn't matter. He was so excited and overwhelmed by it all he couldn't speak. He had trouble catching his breath. Six female hands were stripping him naked, patting his buttocks, fondling his pecker, squeezing his balls. In record time he was completely nude.
Cindy took his pecker in her hand and led him to the bedroom with it, while the other two squealing girls followed close behind. His pecker was up pretty stiff by that time. He hadn't even had time to think about having stage fright, fortunately.
Once in the bedroom, the girls removed their bikinis, laughing at the expression of lust and disbelief on Manny Morris's face. He allowed himself to be pushed gently onto the bed, where the girls swarmed over him with a vengeance.
The Negress pressed her lips against his mouth and pushed her tongue deep inside, twisting it savagely from side to side. At the same time, she eased her large breasts over his naked chest so that her nipples grew hard, grazed his skin and made it tingle.
The Eurasian took his pecker between her hands and rolled it into increasing stiffness, licking it up and down and then taking it into her mouth, she sucked on it furiously.
The Indian maiden scrunched between his legs and played with his balls, occasionally paying homage to them with her soft lips. After a moment her tongue dipped lower to the opening of his anus, where she moved her tongue around the perimeter of the circle.
Manny reached to fondle Cindy's chocolate breasts and the Negress took her mouth from his lips and hunched up so that her large breasts were close to his face.
"Come on, baby, suck them," she invited.
Manny nodded. Eagerly his lips enclosed the stiff nipple of one breast and sucked it greedily until she pulled it from his mouth and shifted so he could give equal time to the other one. Manny was willing. He took both breasts in his hands and squeezed them while he licked and chewed the nipples alternately.
He was feeling absolutely no pain. His pecker was throbbing stiffly against the experienced palms of the Eurasian.
Kiwi suddenly cried, "It's fuck time for Kiwi!" and she removed her mouth from his pecker and climbed up to straddle him. As he glanced around the Negro girl, Manny watched Kiwi's breasts jiggling enticingly as she slowly lowered her crotch over his pecker. He watched, fascinated, as she held it upright and let her snatch touch it teasingly for a moment before the damp hot folds of flesh opened and swallowed him.
He almost shrieked as the contact came.
"Hey," Cindy said, "this cat isn't doing enough with his mouth. You, Princess, let me gobble on his balls for awhile while you sit on his face. I'm afraid I might smother him if I did it."
The Indian girl giggled and scrambled up over the churning bodies, twisting so that her butt was facing the head of the bed as she straddled his face and lowered herself onto his mouth and nose. Manny wet his lips at the sight of the close-up crotch getting even closer. He'd dreamed of sights like that and now he was more excited than ever, for this was reality and it was beautiful! Princess Laughing Water had a cute little snatch, surrounded by wisps of brownish pubic hair that were damp with perspiration and passion. It seemed incredible that she could lower herself as slowly as she did. He found himself raising his face to meet her. He could feel the warmth from her crotch against his cheeks before they even touched. And when he stuck out his tongue, sweeping it wetly over the female slit between her legs, the taste was damp, hot, salty-and wonderful.
And just about that time, Cindy put his balls entirely into her mouth and sucked on them furiously. Manny groaned and thrashed about on the bed in a delirium of ecstasy, but the girl on his crotch and the one sitting on his face held him down. The Negress also held down his legs while she almost tried to swallow his testicles.
Later, when he thought of it, it seemed a funny picture-two girls were sitting on top of his prone body facing each other, one whose crotch was firmly planted over his mouth, the other's snatch was gripping his stiff pecker. They could have played cards on his stomach if they'd wanted to. But, of course, they had other things in mind for him. Then there was the third girl who was lying between his legs, with her cheeks bulging full of his balls; when the Eurasian came down on her stroke, her ass probably bounced off the Negress's head.
But nobody was complaining, least of all Manny. His nostrils were filled with the aroma of Princess Laughing Water's bushy crotch in his face as his tongue lapped at her snatch, which she wriggled against him more passionately than ever. Noticing that his hands were free, Manny decided to rectify this. He stretched one hand out in front of him so he could squeeze Kiwi's tiny tits as she went up and down on him. With his other hand he spread the cheeks of the Indian girl's ass and stuck his finger up her asshole as far as it would go, jerking it in and out of that opening.
He didn't have anything left for Cindy unless-he would have chuckled at the thought if he could have caught his breath-unless he used his toe.
The thought intrigued him sufficiently to make him try. What the hell did he have to lose? He managed to snake his foot up along her thigh toward the crotch. As though sensing his intention, the girl twisted on the bed, curled up as best she could and opened her legs up wide. It was a strain, but finally his toe eased into her damp crotch, wiggling against the pubic hair until the tip of it entered between the parted folds and struck her clitoris so forcefully she choked and Manny thought she was going to swallow his balls in one convulsive gulp.
All rational thought was gone from the young publicity man. All his life he'd dreamed of doing any one of the things he was experiencing at that moment-and here he was doing all of them at once! It was too much! He had always wanted his sex to last, but there was no way he could control himself now-too many things were happening at once.
The girls were obviously enjoying it as well. Kiwi had her eyes closed, her mouth open and was moaning-thrilling to the touch of Manny's hand on her breast, squeezing the slim flesh, rolling the nipple around in his fingers. She was enthralled by the sensation of his cock sliding up and down inside her cunt as she rose and lowered herself over his crotch.
Princess Laughing Water had had her cunt sucked and licked before, but never under conditions like these! It seemed like an orgy-and that made it even more interesting! Manny's mouth kissing, sucking and blowing between her legs really turned her on and that enthusiastic tongue of his was going to town like he was really ecstatic. Needless to say, the finger he stuck up her ass didn't do any harm, either.
Manny's balls were tight in Cindy's mouth as she applied pressure on them with her cheeks and pushed them from one side of her mouth to the other with her tongue. She'd never had a guy's toe diddle her pussy before-it wasn't as good as a cock, but it sure as shit was better than nothing! She was surprised that the meek, mild-mannered publicity man was inventive enough to have thought of it and she determined to give him an even better time of it with the only part of his anatomy that wasn't occupied. She snaked her hand under his gyrating buttocks and inserted a long finger up his asshole with such force she felt him tremble from the insertion.
Princess Laughing Water came first. Closing her eyes, she threw back her head, clamped her thighs tightly about Manny's head and shook from head to toe so ferociously the bed trembled.
Cindy Jones was next. She'd never had any trouble coming and now she just relaxed and let it flow all through her body, radiating delight.
Kiwi followed closely. Frantically she jerked up and down over Manny's cock imbedded in her cunt as the shaft rolled the hood of her clitoris back and forth with such intensity she screamed and then shook with spasms that racked her body violently.
The contraction of Kiwi's vaginal muscles gripping him caused Manny to go over the top. He felt his pecker rise, swell and surge in the Eurasian's snatch. He lifted his buttocks off the bed and rammed it deep inside her until he was finished coming. Then he collapsed, sweaty, drained and happy.
Cindy released his balls from her aching jaws and lay between his legs with one hand gently cradling his testicles.
Kiwi disengaged herself and lay across Manny's heaving stomach.
Princess Laughing Water climbed off the publicity man's face and stretched out beside him.
It was this sight which greeted Miss Eileen Cramer's shocked eyes when she threw open the door to apartment number sixteen to see where everybody was.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Miss Eileen Cramer stood in open-mouthed wonder at the panorama of naked bodies sprawled on the bed.
"Oh no," she moaned finally, "I'm gone just a few hours, and-"
The three girls-Kiwi, Princess Laughing Water and Cindy-scampered from the bed, pulling on their bikinis. Giggling, they brushed past the shocked chaperone and scattered across the patio to their respective apartments.
Eileen Cramer stared after the girls for a moment, then she closed the door and turned to look at the blushing Manny Morris lying naked on the bed. For a moment she didn't say anything. She wet her lips and stared at Manny's damp crotch, remembering the good times she'd had there the past two nights herself.
She was surprised by the pang of jealousy which shot through her.
"You louse," she managed. "Taking advantage of those innocent girls!"
Manny followed the direction of her gaze and was startled to find himself not only naked but fully exposed to her gaze. Quickly he pulled a pillow into place over his crotch,
"I'd hardly call them innocent girls," he said defensively. "They're the ones who pulled me in here and took off my clothes. So what's the big deal, anyway? They've been fucking the judges in the Miss Derriere contest-right under your nose!"
He chuckled at that. The idea of a sex act right under Miss Cramer's nose seemed funny to him.
The blood drained from her face. She said slowly, "You realize, Mister Morris, that I could have Mr. Morton fire you for this."
"Mr. Morton?" His eyes narrowed at a sudden thought. He grinned and raked her with his eyes, trying to picture her naked. "You were over to see the old boy today, weren't you? Don't tell me you have to put out to keep your chaperone job." He laughed aloud. "Tell me, Eileen, does he shove his pecker up your snatch-or your asshole?"
Manny was surprised at the confidence he oozed in front of the chaperone who normally made him feel nervous and ill-at-ease, especially since he was still naked in front of her, with only the pillow to hide his pecker. He supposed it was because he'd been busy asserting his masculinity during the past several days with more enthusiasm and determination than was usual for him.
Meanwhile, the blood was going back into the chaperon's cheeks, coloring them a bright red. Her fists clenched and unclenched angrily.
"Mr. Morton," she said self-righteously, "is my uncle, if you must know. He's my mother's brother and he promised to look out for me when my folks died years ago. He's a wonderful man and I don't like the way you're talking about him."
Manny stared at her. She looked like she was going to cry. "I-I'm sorry," he said, "I didn't know."
She burst into tears. "Everybody thinks I'm an ogre because I'm looking out for the girls. But that's my job. I have to see that no scandal results here-for the sake of Uncle Henry."
Manny felt like a real heel. He'd never known what to do with crying girls-not that there'd been many of them, of course. He got up, holding the pillow in front of him and went to console her.
"There, there," he said, patting her shoulder. "Don't cry now. I didn't mean to upset you."
Well, you did, she thought. Why did I have to come in and see you screwing those three girls?
She remembered how wonderful it had been the past two nights when she'd been naked in bed with Manny, when she'd sucked his cock and had him kissing her cunt; how nice it had been even when he'd plowed into her cunt the first night and her asshole the next.
She realized suddenly that she loved him, but how could she ever confess that she'd been the one in bed with him instead of the two other girls. That double realization made her all the sadder. She burst into renewed sobbing and turned to bury her face in his bare shoulder.
Not knowing quite what to do, Manny kept a firm grip on his concealing pillow while he put a free arm around her shoulders.
His arm seemed so strong, so comforting to her. Eileen Cramer found a warm contentment stealing over her. The smell of his masculine skin against her cheek brought back pleasant memories of their sexual adventures together and without realizing what she was doing, she automatically reached down between his belly and the pillow, seized his limp penis and massaged it.
Manny blinked, gulped and dropped the pillow in his surprise. There seemed little point in trying to retrieve it under the circumstances. Miss Cramer seemed to be in a kind of trance as she smiled and stroked his pecker with a strangely familiar hand.
Suddenly he realized what had been bothering him in the back of his mind. The girls had said that Miss Cramer was the only one who had a key to apartment sixteen. Yet someone had opened the door for him on two successive nights. He'd thought it had been Iris Hadley and Pam Johnson-but it couldn't possibly have been either of them. Then too, there was Iris's irate reaction to him, as well as Pam's confused one- Of course! He hadn't been with either girl as he'd thought he had!
For two nights in a row, he'd fucked Miss Eileen Cramer!
Manny didn't know whether to laugh or to cry. In retrospect, she'd been damned good in the sack, better than he would've expected. Yet at the same time he felt a terrible loss at not having had Iris or Pam; he'd been cheated out of that. It was a good thing Eileen hadn't been around or he wouldn't have been able to get into the big orgy with Cindy, Kiwi and Princess Laughing Water.
He said, "You were the one in' bed with me last night and the night before!" It was a statement, not a question.
Eileen Cramer hesitated. An automatic denial leaped to her lips, but she suddenly realized she was holding the man's penis, stroking it. Under the circumstances, a denial would be ridiculous. One part of her mind told her she should drop the stiffening penis in her hand. Another part told her she didn't want to.
It was the latter part she wanted to listen to. The feel of his flesh was too soothing and very exciting. She felt her loins ache and grow hot and wet and the nipples on her breasts became taut with desire.
She wet her lips. "Manny," she said softly, "let's do it now, you and me-in the light, knowing it's you and me. I want to see you this time."
Manny shuddered pleasantly as she nibbled at his earlobe. He felt her breasts nudge his chest, her loins rub against his thigh and of course, there was her hand rubbing his pecker back to life.
"It'll take a little while for me to recharge my batteries," he said.
"That's okay," she said with a smile, "I'm in no hurry."
Stepping back from him. Eileen started unbuttoning the buttons of her blouse. She eased it off, revealing full breasts nestled in a lacy bra. The skirt was quickly unzipped and dropped. Manny stared at her panty-covered crotch and the brownish hairs peeping around the edges.
"Help me with the bra, Manny, darling?" she said, turning her back to him.
He nodded eagerly and went to unsnap the fastenings. When it fell free and she had tossed it away, Manny didn't move back. His fingers itched at the closeness of her as he pushed forward, pressing his pecker up against her buttocks, his hands stealing under her armpits to grasp her firm breasts.
Eileen sighed and leaned back against him, wriggling her buttocks into his stiffening crotch. "Oh, that feels wonderful, Manny," she murmured.
Manny had to agree. Generally when he had an orgasm, that was it, but now he was being turned on again. He massaged her milky breasts, palming the nipples so they grew harder beneath his touch. He rubbed his naked penis against the smooth panties of her behind, delighting in the warmth, the solidness of her.
"Take off my panties, Manny," she begged him.
He nodded, too excited to speak. Sinking to his knees in back of her, he took the waistband of her panties and eased them down over her hips and thighs. As she stepped out of them, he pressed his face impulsively against her warm, soft ass and kissed the flesh passionately.
Eileen squealed and whirled about so her crotch was in front of him. Spreading her legs, she inched forward. Eagerly Manny clutched the cheeks of her ass in his hands and held her steady while his face delved into the brownish pubic hair, his tongue flicking out to lick the slit of her snatch presented so enticingly to him.
She held onto his head as he kissed the opening between her legs. She gazed adoringly down at his moving head, thinking how wonderful he was and how wonderful it was that she'd finally found someone she could love. His tongue was deep past her vaginal lips, rubbing her clitoris back and forth with swift, sure strokes that made her sigh and squeal with pleasure.
She enjoyed it tremendously, but she wanted more intimate contact. She wanted to feel his cock in her hands, in her mouth, in her cunt, in her ass. She wanted to kiss his testicles. She wanted to do everything a woman could do with a man.
She said hoarsely, "Let's-let's go onto the bed."
Nodding his head, Manny rose, pulled her to him and kissed her full on the lips. Then they lay on the bed, naked together, looking at each other's body. She had a very nice body, Manny decided. Nice tits, nice snatch, nice legs. Even her ass was good enough for her to be a contestant in the Miss Derriere contest.
"You like what you see, Manny?" she asked him.
He nodded, sincerely meaning it and reached out to trace one nipple with his finger, then leaned forward to take the tip between his teeth to nibble on it. It tasted very nice. He edged forward and rubbed one cheek of her rounded ass, sliding his hand downward to a point where he could toy with the damp pubic hair sprouting between her legs and delve once more into the hot opening of her snatch.
She pressed close to him, holding his head to her bosom with one hand while the other reached down between them to stroke his rapidly bobbing pecker. Her slim fingers gripped his shaft and pulled gently and his pecker responded, throbbing with renewed desire.
She whispered in his ear, "Let's do it, Manny. Let's fuck."
He nodded. He was ready. "How do you want it, Eileen?"
"Any way is wonderful with you, darling," she told him.
"I was the one who put it up your asshole last night," he reminisced. "You choose."
"All right."
She crawled over on top of him, with her legs spread and eased her crotch down on his erect penis. Manny felt her warm snatch touch his pecker and he shifted so that entry would be easier. He sighed as his pecker went past the folds of her lips and sank deep into her wet snatch.
For a moment she didn't move. Then she shifted her breasts back and forth across his naked chest, so her hard nipples grazed his skin, teasing and tantalizing him. Her mouth covered his, her tongue delving past his lips and teeth to touch his tongue and the interior of his mouth.
Manny welcomed her tongue and tasted it with his own. He followed its retreat into her own mouth and wiggled his tongue within. The feel of her breasts on his chest were turning him on all the more and he began a movement with his hips and buttocks which caused a very pleasant friction of his pecker imbedded in her snatch. He reached down and gripped her buttocks in his hand. He had learned the use of the asshole as an erogenous zone, so it was without any hesitation that his fingers parted the twin half-moons of her buttocks to let his fingers touch and probe that opening at the same time.
Eileen gritted her teeth. "Ooooh, I love your cock in my pussy, Manny and your finger up my ass. You're a wonderful lover. The best!"
Manny grinned happily. A lot of girls in his past hadn't thought he was the best, or anywhere near a wonderful lover. But they didn't matter anymore. The important thing was that Eileen liked him and his fucking. With her, he felt as though he were the best lover in the world. His spirits soared and with them his pecker which rose and swelled inside her.
Eileen felt Manny's cock give its warning throb within her pussy. He's coming, she thought wildly. I've made him come! She increased the movement of her body, forcing his cock in and out of her. She covered his mouth with her lips and shoved her tongue back inside with a rhythm matching that of his cock in her pussy.
He gripped her buttocks so tightly she had to wince. Raising himself from the bed, he thrust his pecker into her snatch as far as it would go and let loose with a series of spasmodic outbursts that covered his body with sweat, left him limp and gasping for breath.
Manny collapsed on the bed under her. Still panting, he said, "That was wonderful, Eileen. Just wonderful."
"I enjoyed it, too, Manny, darling," she told him.
"Did you-?" he asked anxiously.
She shook her head. "No. But it doesn't matter-as long as you're satisfied."
"It does matter," he told her determinedly.
With manly determination, he rolled her over beside him, spread her legs, put his head down in her crotch and began licking her snatch and her asshole. He wasn't kidding her-it really did matter that she should be satisfied with their relationship. Eileen wasn't like the other girls and he wanted to make certain she thought highly of him in all areas.
The scent of her crotch was strong in his nostrils as he inhaled deeply. He loved the perfumed female smell of her there. He loved the taste of her as he licked the folds of flesh, the snatch itself and the little nub of clitoris standing up for his attention and getting it. From time to time his tongue swept downward to the puckered opening of her rounded asshole, where he swept the tip of his tongue around the edges and then directly over the hole.
His efforts paid off-the girl moaned and trembled, her legs vibrating as she began lifting her ass off the bed to meet the onslaught of his tongue. A moment later she gasped and let out a long, drawn-out screech, shaking the bed beneath them with the intensity of her orgasm.
Manny crawled up beside her and held her close. "Did you like it?" he asked.
She nodded, unable to speak for a moment. "I love you, Manny," she said.
"I love you, Eileen," he told her.
The nice thing about it was they both were telling the truth.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Iris Hadley stretched out nakedly on top of her bed and reached for the battery-driven vibrator on the night stand nearby. Flipping the switch on the side of it, she brought the throbbing tip of it into contact with her inner thighs, a pleasant pulsating sensation making her skin tingle. Deliberately, she worked it over the sensitive areas, circling the pubic region for a while in order to tease herself. Then, unable to stand it any longer, she pressed the rounded penis-like knob of the instrument against the folds of her vagina, squealing as it pressed inward to her clitoris.
From the living room came sounds of her loud-playing phonograph designed to block out any cries of passion that would inevitably escape her lips. From her mouth came gasps and heavy sighs as the twitching clitoris responded to the vibrator.
It was not as good as the real thing, but Iris figured it was better than nothing. She thought of the cowboy television star, Josh Fielding and of the good time she'd had with him. Egocentric son-of-a-bitch or not, he had a cock that knew what it was doing. He'd had it shoved in her mouth, her cunt and her asshole-and she'd loved every second of it!
"Ooooooh!" she cried out as a particularly explosive spasm of pleasure shot through her.
She withdrew the head of the vibrator from her cunt and rubbed it over her vaginal lips for a moment. Then she worked the vibrating tip of it down to her asshole and around the edge of the opening before easing it inside just enough to make her body shake with sexual tremors, holding it in there for a few seconds before withdrawing it. When she was worked up, she could never stand very much of that without climbing the walls.
This time she wanted her first orgasm to last. She worked the vibrator over the insides of her thighs once more, then delved into her pubic hair with it, before returning to the slit between her legs. She moaned and closed her eyes and thought about Tom, the man she'd picked up in the bar, the one-she smiled at the pleasant memory-who had gladly sucked an olive out of her asshole.
She tried not to, but she'd thought a lot about him. He seemed like such a nice guy, as well as being a good cocksman. She recalled vividly his wavy brown hair tickling her thighs as his mouth and tongue worked over her crotch, ostensibly trying to get the olive out, but in reality building up her sexual tensions so he could release them.
And release them he did-with his magnificent, big, beautiful cock.
She licked her lips and wished she'd done more with him, like sucking his cock for him. She was sure she'd enjoy the sensation of it filling her mouth, the taste of it spurting over her tongue. She even thought of going back to the bar to find him, but she hadn't done that. Now, she was sorry she hadn't.
Thoughts of the man-plus the vibrator in her crotch-made her even more excited. She began flailing her legs in the air and gyrating her hips while she plunged the vibrator in and out of her pussy.
And her climax came big and strong, as she squealed and moaned, thrashing on the bed while the internal spasms shook her. She removed the vibrator and lay back, breathing heavily, aware that a sheen of perspiration covered her body.
So much for the first orgasm-but one never completely satisfied her. She rose from the bed and ran into the bathroom, where she got into the tub and lay down. Seizing the enema tube, she placed it directly over her pussy, then reached for the clamp that would release the water.
The doorbell rang.
She closed her eyes and said, "Shit!"
Well, she'd ignore it. Her hand reached for the clamp again, when the doorbell rang more insistently this time. Since the record player was going, whoever it was would know she was home. The bell sounded insistently again and again.
She sighed. "Might as well get rid of them," she decided.
She pulled on a terry cloth robe and marched out of the bathroom, into the living room and to the door, which she flung open, ready to give hell to whoever it was there.
Her mouth hung open, with the words stuck in her throat. "You!" she said.
"Hello, Iris," Tom said, grinning from ear to ear.
"But how-"
"May I come in?"
"Oh yeah, sure," she said, closing the door behind him. "I didn't expect you. How'd you find out where I live?"
"I followed you home from the bar," he said sheepishly. "I hope you're not angry with me. I enjoyed your company so much I had to see you again. I've been thinking a lot about you, Iris."
"Have you?" She felt a warm glow at his words, "I've been thinking about you." She laughed. "Forgive my appearance. I was about to take a bath."
He grinned. "Don't let me stop you. In fact, I'm great at scrubbing backs."
She stared at him, remembering the feel of his naked body against hers, the touch of his mouth and his cock. "I think I'll take you up on that. Come along,"
She went back into the bathroom with him close behind her. When she turned, she saw him staring at the suspended bat and the dangling enema hose.
"You weren't going to take a bath, were you?" he said.
"No, I wasn't," she admitted. "Are you shocked?"
"Terribly. Would you like me to hold the bag for you?"
She laughed. The notion was an interesting one. "Sure," she said.
She removed her robe and sat in the tub. Over her he took the bag filled with water from its nail and held it.
"Anytime you're ready," he told her, "fire away."
She reached up and flicked the clamp to its open position. Water flowed through the hose and gushed warmly from the enema tube over her genitals. She gasped as it struck her. She spread her legs wider and worked the spray over her vaginal lips, inserting the tube slightly inside her pussy so the water struck her clitoris. Then she removed it and worked it downward so she could insert it deep inside her asshole.
She groaned loudly as the warm water shot up inside her anus. Through passion-slitted eyes she looked up to see Tom's face smiling down at her. Her own eyes lowered to his crotch, where a tell-tale bulge showed he was getting excited himself. She reached up and placed a damp hand over the front of him.
His smile widened as she did that. Her fingers took hold of his zipper and snaked it down. Reaching in, she took hold of his stiffening cock and pulled it free. She licked her lips.
"I want to suck your cock," she said.
"Be my guest," he invited.
With the enema tube still shooting into her asshole, she leaned over to him, her mouth wide and ready. He moved in closer and pressed the tip of his cock in her face and she nibbled on the end of it. Her tongue leaped out and swirled across the top. Then she opened her mouth and took its full length inside, closed her lips over the shaft and began a stimulating movement with her tongue and mouth.
The water spurted in and out of her anus and Iris wiggled as she held onto the enema tube and crooked one finger into her pussy to toy with her clitoris. She'd always wanted to get it three ways and now she was -with her finger in her pussy, her enema tube up her asshole and Tom's glorious cock in her mouth.
It was too much. She screamed a muffled scream against his flesh. Her body straightened, her legs kicked out; spasms shook her body. She moaned and gasped and closed her eyes as the second orgasm filled her ecstasy-racked body with pleasure.
Tom let her spasms subside before he said, "A tub is a little uncomfortable for two people. How about us using the bed?"
She removed his cock from her mouth. "I'd like that, Tom," she said.
Dropping the empty bag into the tub, he leaned down and picked her up in his strong arms. She clung to his neck as he carried her naked, dripping form into the bedroom, where he deposited her gently onto the bed. She watched him as he stood by the bed and quickly undressed. His was the muscular hairy male body she'd daydreamed about ever since they'd had sex together. Black pubic hair grew in abundance around his crotch, but what held her attention was the long, thick cock thrusting out straight and true, with the bulging red veins standing out in bold relief along the throbbing shaft.
"Would you like it in the cunt or the ass?" he asked her.
"Both," she said.
He raised his eyebrows and laughed. "That might be a little difficult at the same time. But we'll see what we can do."
He lay on the bed beside her and pulled her close to him. Iris eagerly mashed her lips against his mouth, pressed her naked breasts against his chest, her loins against his thigh. She reached down and fondled the stiff cock throbbing with animal passion.
She moaned her delight against his lips as his hands mauled her breasts and rolled her hard nipples between his thumb and fingers. She gasped as his free hand shoot into her crotch, where he palmed the moist slit and damp pubic hair. She enclosed his hand with her thighs squeezing tightly and rocking her hot cunt against his fingers, then spread her legs wide and rolled him on top of her.
"Come on, fuck me, fuck me!" she cried.
In the living room, the phonograph was still playing its loud melodies, but just then Iris didn't care who in the world heard her. Not only was Tom an excellent lover, he was someone she truly, instinctively liked as a person-and the combination set her on fire. She spread the lips of her cunt for his probing cock, took the cock itself in her hand and guided it deep inside her, letting out a long, low moan of intense sexual pleasure as its throbbing length invaded her body completely.
Tom held it there for a while as his hands rubbed her breasts and his lips massaged her mouth. Then he eased his cock out almost all the way and paused until-she'd caught her breath expectantly. An instant later he rammed it home so smoothly but with such force that she gasped again.
Her fingers raked his back, her legs clamped about his body like a vise as she rocked and twisted her body under him while he plunged into her with a steady rhythm. She loved it-and she loved him. She loved every hair on his manly body, every inch of his beautiful stiff cock that seemed able to match every desire she had in her female body.
She could feel herself coming again. It seemed to come from someplace deep inside her this time, building slowly like a tidal wave rushing toward the shore. She didn't hold back, for there was no need to. She was used to multiple orgasms and she could never have enough of them. As Tom's big cock rubbed the hood of her clitoris, it brought a sharp stab of pleasure to her loins. When it buried itself in the folds of her vagina, she felt herself rising past the peak of her passion to the point of no return. Her loins caught fire and exploded, contracting her vaginal muscles so violently about his thrusting cock he gasped and caught his breath.
As she began spasming, Tom gripped her buttocks hard in his hands and increased the tempo of his strokes, thrusting his stiff cock into her cunt with a furious rhythm until she was through having her orgasm and had collapsed in a limp, perspiring, trembling mass of flesh beneath him.
He continued easing his cock in and out of her. When she regained her breath, she said, "You didn't come."
He grinned down at her. "On purpose. I'm not through with you yet."
He withdrew his dripping cock from her cunt and shifted forward, with his legs under hers. He inched in so close their genitals were touching. Then he took his still-stiff, throbbing cock and placed the tip of it in her asshole.
She bit her lip as it slid in. "I-I've never done it this way before."
"I like it this way," he said, "because I can see you-all of you, your lovely cunt, your beautiful breasts, your pretty face."
She lay back on the bed while he moved his penis in and out, in and out, slowly at first. She watched his face through heavy lids, marveling at the expression of utter joy on his features as he watched her jiggling breasts, her undulating body. She shuddered as he reached down and fingered her damp clitoris.
Tom was a truly accomplished lover. She enjoyed the feel of his cock plunging in her asshole and his fingers in her pussy gave an added dimension to the experience. She took her own breasts in her hands and squeezed them. She gyrated her hips against his body, meeting his rhythm as she felt orgasm building again.
"Come with me this time," she murmured.
He nodded wordlessly. His face was tense with enjoyment, his eyes were glazed with pleasure. He could sense her impending orgasm and seemed to be timing his own strokes to meet it.
As she shrieked with the intensity of the orgasm rushing down onto her, Tom thrust his cock deep into her asshole and held it there. She felt it shudder and swell and her muscles gripped it hard as she cried out and bumped her loins against him with a series of fast strokes that made her explode with such intensity the bed shook. An instant later, she felt his magnificent cock spurt hot semen inside her body.
He disengaged himself from her and lay beside her. As he kissed her warmly on the lips, he murmured, "Iris, you sure take a lot out of a guy."
Iris fondled his wilting penis. "You're a lot of guy, Tom." She hesitated. "I think I'm in love with you."
He smiled. "No, you're not. You don't even know me. But if I play my cards right, maybe you will fall in love with me."
Iris closed her eyes and rested her head on his naked chest, her hand still massaging his cock and balls. Tom was a lot of guy, in places where it really counted. He'd done more to satisfy her than any man she'd ever known. She longed to spend the rest of the day in bed with him-the rest of the week if she could manage it. She'd suck his marvelous cock and he'd screw her in the pussy and the ass. They'd have a wonderful time.
As for the Miss Derriere contest-well, screw that, but in a different way. She didn't care who won it-she had better things on her mind now.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Henry Morton stood in the middle of his big, posh living room and raised his hands to silence the clink of glasses and the conversation.
"I imagine you're all wondering," he said with a smile, "why I invited all you girls up here to my house tonight for a cocktail party with the judges."
His gaze swept around the room. Ron Williams, the photographer and Josh Fielding, the TV cowboy, were both smiling as though they knew the reason. The girls were smiling as well, as though they suspected. Henry Morton's gaze was not on their bright smiles, however. Adrienne Duval, Pam Johnson, Brenda Stevens, Kiwi, Princess Laughing Water and Cindy Jones were all wearing the shortest of minidresses-the better to show off their assets-with the emphasis, Henry Morton decided, on the ass.
You were invited up here, he thought, to have one big helluva last-minute orgy, to have your asses reamed out by our three cocks, to have yourselves and us blown and sucked and fucked every way imaginable.
"I think one of the girls isn't here yet," Josh Fielding said. "A redhead, if I remember rightly-"
He remembered, all right. She'd been a hot number and he was hoping to see her again.
"Iris Hadley," Henry Morton said with a nod. "Unfortunately, she's decided to bow out of the contest, so she won't be with us tonight."
Damn it, he added mentally. I should've fucked her earlier in the contest. But then who knew she'd get a bug up her ass and quit like that?
"Anyway," he went on, "the time for decision as to who gets the title of Miss Derriere is drawing to a close. We're going to decide tonight."
This statement drew a chorus of gasps and raised eyebrows from the girls.
"That's right," Henry Morton continued. "We're going to have ourselves a little party tonight and I want each of you girls to prove to the judges that you're the logical choice. I'll make the announcement of the winner tomorrow. Meanwhile, there's plenty of booze. Let's put on some music and dance. Feel free to run about the house wherever and however you wish. The pool out there is available for skinny-dipping. The upstairs bedrooms are for resting or-" he chuckled- "whatever use you'd care to make of them."
No sooner had he finished than Brenda Stevens grabbed the studio president's arm and steered him to the couch, out of the clutching hands of Cindy Jones who had had the same idea. Sullenly, the Negress went to the phonograph and selected a record.
Princess Laughing Water and Kiwi cornered photog Ron Williams and engaged him in conversation while pressing up close to him, rubbing their hands over his body.
Adrienne Duval and Pam Johnson went after cowboy Josh Fielding and each sat on one of his knees in the big chair near the fireplace.
"I'm sure I'm the one you want to pick, Mr. Morton," Brenda told him, letting her hand drop to the man's thigh.
"Don't be bashful, Brenda," Henry Morton told her, lifting her hand and placing it directly over his crotch.
"Tell me why you think so."
His eyes swept over the thin red minidress she wore. Like the other girls she hadn't bothered to wear underwear, for she knew like the rest of them what kind of party it was going to be. Her full breasts were bulging over the low neckline, the nipples were jutting out the cloth and the bottom of her dress rode high on her thighs.
She smiled and rubbed his penis through the cloth of his pants. "Because I have a very nice ass," she said.
"Really, I'd like to see it some time," he said.
"Maybe we could go upstairs?"
Henry smiled and was about to say, "Let's go," when the blaring of the phonograph shook the room. Loud rock music catapulted from the stereo speakers. A louder shriek filled the room and Cindy Jones leaped into the center of the carpet. Her chocolate figure was clothed in a white knit dress that clung to her so tightly it revealed every curve and crevice in her female body. She whirled and danced to the rhythmic music, her legs and arms flashing, her torso twisting, grinding, bumping, gyrating in imitations of the sex act. With each movement of her lithe body, the skirt leaped up around her thighs to reveal her naked crotch, with the wiry pubic hair, the soft pink cunt that looked so inviting.
The black bitch! Brenda Stevens thought venomously. Trying to upstage me!
The blonde's fingers clutched Henry Morton's crotch so intently he winced. But he wasn't about to complain. Between the soft feel of the girl's thigh pressing warmly against him, the touch of her fingers on his cock, plus the black girl's sexual dance a few feet away-all these combined to make him excited.
"Let's go upstairs and fuck, Mr. Morton," Brenda husked in his ear. "I want to feel this penis in me."
Breathlessly, Henry Morton nodded, not looking at her. "In a moment," he said.
Cindy caught Brenda's withering glare at her and laughed. She knew precisely what she was doing and she loved the fact that she was succeeding. Henry Morton was looking at her like he could just eat her up-and she hadn't even started working on him yet.
Without missing a beat, she twisted about so her back was to him. Keeping her feet firmly planted on the floor, with her legs apart, she swung her ass back and forth in time to the music while she proceeded to bend forward. Slowly the hem of her white dress crept up her dark legs, revealing more and more of them.
Henry Morton stared, wetting his lips. She was aiming her ass right at him and she was right on target. He watched, fascinated, as each delightful inch of black leg became revealed to his feasting eyes.
Brenda tried again. "Mr. Morton-"
"Shut up!" he told her, not glancing in her direction.
Cindy bent forward more and more. The white hem of her dress crept ever upward, getting closer to her crotch. He held his breath as the beginning roundnesses of her buttocks came into sight. Completely bent over now, she reached behind her and flipped the bottom of the dress completely up over her rounded ass, revealing it all.
Henry Morton's eyes widened at the sight. He could see her pinkish cunt surrounded by damp black hairs and above it the twin dark halves of her round, succulent ass. Buried in the crack there was an asshole he'd like to see. He wondered if it was pink like her cunt.
I've never had a black piece of ass, he thought, his fingers moving around Brenda's waist and behind her so he could fondle her buttocks. Now would be a good time to start.
Brenda fumed at the way Cindy was taking the show away from her. True, Morton's hands were on her ass, but it was the Negro girl he was thinking of. The only advantage she had was the penis she was fondling through the cloth.
Through the cloth, hell! It was time for more direct action, before it was too late.
Quickly she unzipped the man's fly and hauled out his stiff penis. She reached around behind her with one hand and pulled her dress up to her waist, then wiggled her soft white buttocks against Henry Morton's hand. Then she lowered her head into his lap, licked the tip of his penis with her tongue, sucked the knob of it, nibbled at the sides and finally put it all in her mouth, closed her lips over the shaft and began raising and lowering her head over it.
"Mmmmmmmm," Henry Morton sighed, relaxing. It was the kind of a party he liked. A cute blonde was giving him a blow job while he had his fingers up her cunt and asshole. Meanwhile, a few short yards away, a lovely black girl was pointing and wiggling her gorgeous ass at him, while she looked back at him with an inviting smile and crooked a finger toward him.
It was an invitation he couldn't resist. With a wild cry, the studio president lifted Brenda's blonde head from his cock, took his own fingers out of the twin holes he had been diddling and leaped up from the couch. Hurrying over to the still-bent-over Cindy, he let his stiff cock slide under her buttocks and between her legs, over the wiry pubic hair covering her pink cunt. Cindy moaned and wiggled her ass against him.
"Ooooooh, Mr. Morton, that feels so good," she murmured. "Stick it in me, please."
He grinned. "My pleasure," he told her, meaning it.
He spread her buttocks and pressed his cock forward. She had a pink asshole, as he'd expected and it looked great. He placed the tip of his cock against it and eased it inside.
"Hey, that's not fair." Brenda was standing beside them suddenly. "I got to him first."
"That's okay," Henry Morton said, grunting as he plunged his cock into the black girl's asshole in time to the music. "You get between my legs and suck my balls for me."
She stared at him. "What?"
"Do it," he said with an impatient frown. "Or else get the hell out of the contest."
Tears came to her eyes, but she said meekly, "Yes, Mr. Morton."
She sat on the floor in back of the coupled pair and inched her way backwards until she was between both their widespread legs. Looking up, she saw Cindy's crotch with the quivering cunt and up higher and towards the back, Morton's cock sliding in and out of the girl's asshole, with his testicles jiggling and bouncing with each stroke.
It wasn't an easy position, but she had to do it. She leaned back, bracing herself with her hands on the carpet and lifted her head until it came in contact with their crotches. Her open mouth touched part of the man's balls and her lips enclosed the sweaty flesh. Her teeth caught on strands of pubic hair as she sucked and she pulled. On impulse, she took both her hands and clutched Morton's bouncing buttocks, managing to snake one finger into the crease to get at his asshole.
"Oh, baby, that's it," he cried. "Do it!"
Brenda was sure he was talking to her. She sucked his balls for all she was worth, at the same time working her finger in and out of his receptive asshole. She wanted to make this a time for him to remember.
She was quite certain she would never forget it.
It was already quite a memorable evening for Ron Williams. Princess Laughing Water and Kiwi were swarming all over him, kissing him both at the same time, rubbing their hands all over his body, unzipping his fly, unbuttoning his shirt, pulling down his pants and underwear. The Indian girl was wearing a buckskin minidress when she started, but had discarded it almost immediately. Kiwi had worn a kind of sarong which was quickly taken off and thrown into the corner.
Ron's camera was on the piano, but he was too excited to even think of it. No matter where he put his hands or mouth or prick, it encountered female flesh. He massaged a breast, sucked a nipple, felt a cunt here, an ass there. Lips were toying with his own nipples, tongues were delving into his navel, eager mouths were taking turns sucking his prick.
The girls pulled him to the softly-carpeted floor and covered him with their bodies. The Indian girl straddled his hips, took his stiff prick in her hands and held it upright while she lowered her crotch onto it. Ron tensed as her cunt approached the tip of his prick, then gasped as it enclosed him and she sank all the way, letting his sex organ rise to its full length inside her.
He looked up to find Kiwi crouched over his head, lowering the upper part of her body so her slim breasts were in his face. She rubbed her nipples tantalizingly across his lips until his mouth was dry with desire and he kept wetting his lips.
"Hungry, Mr. Photographer?" the Eurasian teased.
"I could eat you alive," he told her.
"Well, here's your chance," she replied.
She spread her legs and inched forward so she could rest her crotch on his face. The musky female odors of her genitals filled his nostrils. He wet his lips again and his tongue snaked across her vaginal lips, tasting the quivering flesh, liking it. He reached up to grip her buttocks, to hold her steady while his tongue and mouth worked over her sweet-smelling and sweeter-tasting cunt.
Meanwhile, with a happy smile on her bronzed features, Princess Laughing Water lifted her body and let it descend, slowly at first, then in a rhythm close to that pouring from the twin loudspeakers.
On the chair, Josh Fielding guffawed. "Danged if this ain't one swell party," he said.
Both Adrienne and Pam were sitting in his lap, one on each knee, kissing him, rubbing his crotch. His own hands were just as busy, massaging naked breasts, feeling the soft flesh of female crotches under dresses.
He flashed them a grin and said, "How would you girls like me to hump your sweet little asses?"
"Me first," Adrienne squealed.
"No, me," Pam insisted.
Josh Fielding roared with laughter. "Don't worry, girls," he said in a reassuring voice. "I'm gonna do it to you both at the same time."
They seemed puzzled by this, but very willing. Both girls knew they were down to the wire in the contest and everything depended upon their performances tonight. They removed their clothing as he removed his, then they bent over the big chair with their legs spread, each girl gripping one arm of the chair.
Josh stood and stared at their behinds. As a television personality, he'd been faced with a lot of willing asses in his time, but none as shapely as these. Two nice juicy butts! It was rough knowing which one to take first.
"Eeeny, meany, miney, moe," he said softly, then stepped up to moe, spread her cheeks and rammed his cock home in her asshole.
Pam lifted her head, blinked tears from her eyes and gritted her teeth as his big penis screwed in and out of her asshole. She wiggled her butt back against him to meet his strokes, gyrated her hips in time to his thrusts and the music avalanching across the room.
"Don't worry, little filly," the cowboy star told Adrienne, "I'm not forgettin' you."
True to his word, Josh reached out and fondled the white, rounded globes presented him. Adrienne smiled over her shoulder and wiggled her buttocks against his hand. He dipped his palm under her ass and between her legs, where he rubbed her moist cunt for a moment before reaching into the crack of her ass with a finger, finding her asshole and plunging his finger deep inside it.
After a few minutes, Josh withdrew his cock from Pam's asshole and shifted it to the other girl. He removed his finger and inserted his cock. As he started stroking with renewed enthusiasm, he reached over to fondle Pam's buttocks.
He looked around the room. Henry Morton was busy shoving his cock up Cindy Jones' ass while between his legs Brenda Stevens was licking his balls and fingering his asshole.
Over in the corner on the floor, Princess Laughing Water was raising and lowering her Indian cunt over Ron Williams' stiff cock, while he was busy lapping at the cunt and asshole of the Eurasian girl, Kiwi.
Josh Fielding laughed contentedly, removed his dripping cock from one asshole to the other.
"Yes, sir," he said aloud. "This sure is gonna be one swell party!"
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
"I understand we're missing a hot party at Morton's house tonight," Manny Morris chuckled as they lay naked on the bed.
"We can have our own party here," Eileen Cramer told him, reaching out to hold his penis.
He kissed her warmly on the lips, then dipped his head to suck at the nipples of her breast. "That would be nice. Still, aren't you curious who's going to win the title of Miss Derriere?"
She giggled and massaged his penis.
"What's so funny?" he wanted to know.
His hand delved between her legs, where he rubbed the soft pubic hair, palmed the slit of her snatch.
"I already know who's going to be crowned in the contest," she said.
"Mmmmmm," he murmured. "That's it, honey, keep rubbing my pecker. Oh, that feels good." Finally her words sank in. "You know who the winner is?"
She smiled and twisted around on the bed so she could take his penis in her mouth. She held it with one hand, cradling the testicles with the other, marveling at how a limp piece of male flesh could suddenly get so hard and give so much pleasure. A droplet of moisture lay in the tiny opening at its tip. She flicked out her tongue and drew up the sticky substance into her mouth.
Idly, Manny caressed the milk-white buttocks thrust in his face, letting his hand slide around the curve of her flesh so his fingers could feel the hot area of her crotch.
"But how could you know?" he said, puzzled. Then: "Of course, you told me Henry Morton was your uncle. I remember now. When you went to see him, he gave you the news."
"That's right," she said mysteriously.
She ran her tongue around the rim of his penis.
He shivered. "Well, don't keep me in suspense. Who won?"
She giggled and sucked for a moment on him before answering. "You're staring at the winning entry right now," she told him.
He blinked at her white ass. "You mean you-you're the winner?" he said incredulously.
She grinned at his surprise, then frowned in mock annoyance and gave his penis a tug. "What's the matter, don't you think I have a good enough ass?"
"It's not that. It's beautiful, I really mean it." Impulsively, he kissed and nuzzled it. "But you're not even a contestant."
She ran her tongue up and down the sides of his sex organ. "A mere technicality. Mr. Morton-Uncle Henry, that is-decided it would only make for bad feelings among the girls if he chose one of them. Instead, he's going to give them all equal billing in the picture. And if he chooses me for his star, well, who's going to argue with him? Certainly, not one of the girls who wants to have a movie contract."
Laughing hysterically, Manny Morris gripped her behind and pulled it to him. "Look at me, I'm kissing a movie star," he said, planting wet kisses all over her buttocks and into the crack and over the puckered opening of her asshole.
The smile faded from her face. She said, "You're getting me very excited, Manny."
He gulped and nodded. "I know. Me, too. Let's fuck."
With an eager squeal, she turned and leaped on top of him. They rolled around on the bed and Manny came up on top. When she spread her thighs, he descended into the opening at her crotch, sighing as he sank in all the way. As her legs squeezed him, he began a steady in-and-out motion.
It was kind of funny, he thought. He'd wanted to shove his pecker into the snatches and assholes of all the girls in the contest, but now he didn't really care much about that. The girl twisting underneath him was enough and he was content with that.
With eager determination, he plunged into her, thrusting with increasing expertise that was already paying off. Lowering his head to nip her nipples, his hands gripped her churning buttocks while his fingers inched into the opening of her anus. In seconds she was panting and gasping as much as he was, her moans of delight filling the room.
Manny's timing was perfect-he held back just long enough for her to cross the threshold. She emitted a low shriek, her arms clung to him, her legs flailed the air, her pelvis bumped and ground in a frenzy of sexual release.
Then he followed her, plunging his pecker deep into her snatch and letting it burst, scattering semen all over the inside of her quivering vagina.
They lay in each other's arms, not speaking, not needing to. After a moment, Manny fell asleep. Eileen smiled at his peaceful face and kissed him warmly, lovingly on the lips.
Sweet, innocent, trusting Manny had not questioned her closely and never would. She would also never volunteer the information of how she'd blackmailed Henry Morton into giving her the title and starring role in his picture. He really was her uncle, but he was also human.
Her asshole still ached from the screwing he'd given her!
