Chapter 13
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 ass-hole. 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 nightstand 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 sunbathers 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 into 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 ass-hole, 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 ass-hole 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 ass-holes 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 ass-hole. 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 ass-hole, 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 ass-hole. 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 ass-hole 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 ass-hole.
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.