Chapter 15
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.