Chapter 16
Iris Hadley stretched out nakedly on top of her bed and reached for the battery-driven vibrator on the nightstand 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 ass-hole-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 ass-hole 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 ass-hole.
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, 'Tire 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 ass-hole.
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 ass-hole, 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 ass-hole, 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 ho 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 ass-hole.
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 ass-hole, 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 ass-hole 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.