Chapter 18
"I understand we're missing a hot party at Morton's house tonight," Manny Morris chuckled as they lay naked on the bed.
"We can have our own party here," Eileen Cramer told him, reaching out to hold his penis.
He kissed her warmly on the lips, then dipped his head to suck at the nipples of her breast. "That would be nice. Still, aren't you curious who's going to win the title of Miss Derriere?"
She giggled and massaged his penis.
"What's so funny?" he wanted to know.
His hand delved between her legs, where he rubbed the soft pubic hair, palmed the slit of her snatch.
"I already know who's going to be crowned in the contest," she said.
"Mmmmmm," he murmured. "That's it, honey, keep rubbing my pecker. Oh, that feels good." Finally her words sank in. "You know who the winner is?"
She smiled and twisted around on the bed so she could take his penis in her mouth. She held it with one hand, cradling the testicles with the other, marveling at how a limp piece of male flesh could suddenly get so hard and give so much pleasure. A droplet of moisture lay in the tiny opening at its tip. She flicked out her tongue and drew up the sticky substance into her mouth.
Idly, Manny caressed the milk-white buttocks thrust in his face, letting his hand slide around the curve of her flesh so his fingers could feel the hot area of her crotch.
"But how could you know?" he said, puzzled. Then: "Of course, you told me Henry Morton was your uncle. I remember now. When you went to see him, he gave you the news."
"That's right," she said mysteriously.
She ran her tongue around the rim of his penis.
He shivered. "Well, don't keep me in suspense. Who won?"
She giggled and sucked for a moment on him before answering. "You're staring at the winning entry right now," she told him.
He blinked at her white ass. "You mean you-you're the winner?" he said incredulously.
She grinned at his surprise, then frowned in mock annoyance and gave his penis a tug. "What's the matter, don't you think I have a good enough ass?"
"It's not that. It's beautiful, I really mean it." Impulsively, he kissed and nuzzled it. "But you're not even a contestant."
She ran her tongue up and down the sides of his sex organ. "A mere technicality. Mr. Morton-Uncle Henry, that is-decided it would only make for bad feelings among the girls if he chose one of them. Instead, he's going to give them all equal billing in the picture. And if he chooses me for his star, well, who's going to argue with him? Certainly, not one of the girls who wants to have a movie contract."
Laughing hysterically, Manny Morris gripped her behind and pulled it to him. "Look at me, I'm kissing a movie star," he said, planting wet kisses all over her buttocks and into the crack and over the puckered opening of her asshole.
The smile faded from her face. She said, "You're getting me very excited, Manny."
He gulped and nodded. "I know. Me, too. Let's fuck."
With an eager squeal, she turned and leaped on top of him. They rolled around on the bed and Manny came up on top. When she spread her thighs, he descended into the opening at her crotch, sighing as he sank in all the way. As her legs squeezed him, he began a steady in-and-out motion.
It was kind of funny, he thought. He'd wanted to shove his pecker into the snatches and assholes of all the girls in the contest, but now he didn't really care much about that. The girl twisting underneath him was enough and he was content with that.
With eager determination, he plunged into her, thrusting with increasing expertise that was already paying off. Lowering his head to nip her nipples, his hands gripped her churning buttocks while his fingers inched into the opening of her anus. In seconds she was panting and gasping as much as he was, her moans of delight filling the room.
Manny's timing was perfect-he held back just long enough for her to cross the threshold. She emitted a low shriek, her arms clung to him, her legs flailed the air, her pelvis bumped and ground in a frenzy of sexual release.
Then he followed her, plunging his pecker deep into her snatch and letting it burst, scattering semen all over the inside of her quivering vagina.
They lay in each other's arms, not speaking, not needing to. After a moment, Manny fell asleep. Eileen smiled at his peaceful face and kissed him warmly, lovingly on the lips.
Sweet, innocent, trusting Manny had not questioned her closely and never would. She would also never volunteer the information of how she'd blackmailed Henry Morton into giving her the title and starring role in his picture. He really was her uncle, but he was also human.
Her asshole still ached from the screwing he'd given her!