Chapter 17
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!"