Chapter 11
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 lounge 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 Minn. 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 any more. 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 nightstand 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 filtered 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 bowl 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 face her. "I'm sorry. I almost forgot-you wanted me to do it to you in your ass-hole."
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 ass-hole, 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 imagine 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."