Chapter 2
Red-haired Iris Hadley, her lush figure barely covered by a bikini, lay on her back beside the pool and scissored her legs, bicycle-fashion in the air.
She was aware that Manny Morris, the young press agent and publicity man living at the apartment, was watching her intently, staring at her crotch where the thin wisp of cloth was pulled tight against her genitals.
He'd like to screw me, she thought pleasantly. He'd like to take out that young cock of his right now and plow into my pussy.
The thought made her even more excited. Through eyes ostensibly slitted against the afternoon sun, she swept her gaze over Manny's fully clothed body resting on a lounge chair. Well, not all his body was resting, she decided, for there seemed to be a telltale bulge in the front of his pants where his cock was and from time to time the man would rest his hand in the area or brush it with his fingers.
She murmured as a sensation shot through her body and the motion of her legs grew slower, more forceful and determined. With each thrust of her legs, the vaginal insert in her pussy moved, as did the short plastic tube she'd inserted in her anus. Between the two of them, her body was getting a sexual workout not known by the rest of the world.
Manny Morris was getting a sexual workout without even trying. He knew his pecker was up stiff in his pants and he wanted to rub it, among other things. But the chaperone, Miss Eileen Cramer was in a nearby chair, reading and he knew that the moment he became obvious about it he'd find her eyes on him-and he was sure those eyes wouldn't be filled with admiration.
She wouldn't really be a bad-looking girl for her age- in the low thirties, he guessed-if she let down her hair and took off her glasses. Nothing like the contestants for the Miss Derriere contest, of course. Like that redhead out by the pool there, with her legs in the air. He smiled and casually rested his knuckles over the stiff pecker under his fly, pressing against the bulge, feeling it press reassuringly back. He stared at the girl's crotch. Hell, he could see her snatch outlined against the cloth, with a few red pubic hairs sticking out around the edges.
He groaned as a spasm of desire shook him, then he looked up guiltily to see if Miss Cramer had noticed. Apparently she hadn't, so he returned his attention to the redhead, Iris Hadley. It was worth returning his attention to. His gaze wandered slowly over her breasts, which sank down and jiggled in his direction, across the expanse of undulating belly, between her legs to her crotch.
Man, oh, man, he thought wildly, how I'd love to walk up to that sexy bitch, spread her legs and shove my pecker into her.
From the looks Iris sometimes gave him, he was sure she wouldn't mind. She was probably hot to get fucked. If only Eileen Cramer didn't watch out for the girls with such determination. But then, perhaps sometime late at night, he could sneak into the redhead's apartment and give it to her.
He closed his eyes and shuddered, gritting his teeth to hold back orgasm. His pecker was up good and hard and unfortunately he had no place to shove it just then. It was a shame, too, because it was throbbing and ready to go and he was sure Iris would love to have it inserted deep in her snatch, working in and out, while he mauled her breasts and sucked and bit the nipples. He'd heard that some of the girls went for sex in strange ways and every time he wondered about that he got even more excited.
Manny gulped, popped open his eyes, began trembling. He rested his hands over his crotch in what he hoped would appear a casual gesture.
Oh no, he thought, I'm coming. I can't hold back.
His throbbing penis bulged, rose stiffly and spurted spasms of semen into his pants.
In her chair nearby, Miss Eileen Cramer held the book in her lap but she stared through her sunglasses at the uncomfortably squirming Manny Morris. She suppressed a chuckle as she thought: He's coming in his pants and he doesn't think anybody knows it!
She'd been amused to see how worked up he'd gotten. He'd been very careful to be subtle about the way he rested his hands in his lap, with the fingers rubbing the area under cover of the hand, but she'd seen him. So, probably, had Iris Hadley, who'd instigated the whole thing. The redhead was purposely out there in the sunlit patio in her brief bikini, showing off everything she had to tease poor Manny.
She knew full well what thoughts were on Manny's mind'. He'd like to have intercourse with Iris. Not that she blamed him. Iris was an attractive girl. But Eileen Cramer was determined this would not happen-not as long as she was chaperone and was dedicated to keeping the wolves from the doors of the girls in the Miss Derriere contest.
She was no prude herself. She'd had sex many times with guys, but she wasn't at all promiscuous-not like some of the girls willing to spread their legs for anybody. She'd even be willing to do it in the line of duty, if it ever came to that.
She smiled to herself at the realization that she really wouldn't mind if it did come to that.
What a terrible waste of perfectly good come, Iris Hadley thought as she saw the bulge in Manny's pants ripple through orgasm. How much better it would have been if the man's cock had been in her mouth or her pussy, or shoved up her ass.
Even so, the sight of him coming and the knowledge of the explosion in his pants brought a renewed excitement to her. With a burst of speed, the chafing of her bicycling legs forced the twin tubes in her pussy and anus to shove her emotions over the top. She had to bite her lip to keep from squealing as orgasm shook her body from head to toe.
After that, she collapsed on the warm tile, her body covered with sweat, her breasts heaving with the exertion that had brought such pleasure to her. She rose, dove into the pool and swam the length of the lukewarm water and back. Then she hurried to her apartment and locked the door behind her. She stripped off her bikini and plucked the soaking vaginal insert from her pussy. The tube in her anus was wedged in pretty firmly, but her insistent fingers brought that out with no problems.
She'd learned many years ago these secrets of sexual fun. In high school a girl friend had told how pleasant it was to have things inserted inside her and Iris had never forgotten it once she'd experimented. The girl friend had meant insertions in the pussy, but Iris had gone on beyond that. She was dating this one guy, a salesman for an insurance company where she worked after graduation as a typist; he liked sex the regular way, but he especially enjoyed sticking his cock up her ass. Iris didn't mind. In fact, she found she enjoyed it immensely and took great delight in utilizing her sphincter muscles to make the guy come that way.
The truth was, she liked sex in all its varied forms and could never get enough of it. The more ways at once the better. She'd gotten used to wearing sanitary pads shoved up her pussy; then she thought why not something up her anus as well. She tried it. At first it was uncomfortable, but when she got used to it, she could sit taking dictation from her boss and by simply shifting her weight in the chair and rubbing her legs together have two or three orgasms without anyone being the wiser.
Sometimes during a break or at lunchtime, she'd have to go into the restroom and change the vaginal insert. She'd also remove the tube she'd inserted in her anus, use vaseline on her finger to rub both holes and soothe them. Invariably she'd become excited all over again from these maneuvers, especially if she did both at the same time. It became a habit of hers to masturbate, using one finger up her pussy, the other in her anus.
In the afternoon, she would sit at her desk typing some correspondence, with her legs close together and come two or three more times before the working day was over. Even then, she was never fully satisfied-except for the moment. Minutes later, she was raring to go again.
Like now, for example. Out on the patio she'd had a good orgasm for herself, thanks to her bicycling legs, the two tubes up inside her and the sexy thoughts she'd had about Manny Morris and the cock bulging out the front of his pants.
Naked, she stretched out on her bed and reached for the battery-driven vibrator that was always on the nearby night stand ready for use. She'd formerly used one that plugged in, until she heard of a woman who'd gotten electrocuted using one. Iris supposed the girl had died happy, but she herself didn't want to go that route. So she always kept a supply of fresh batteries on hand so she wouldn't run out of power at some crucial moment.
Directly at the foot of the bed squatted a dresser whose mirror was tilted so she could look into it and see her nude body in its entirety. She spread her legs, switched on the vibrator and brought the tip of it into contact with her wide open thighs. The instrument was shaped like a stiff penis and it remained in a state of constant erection. She guided its throbbing tip along the insides of her warm thighs, up over the pubic area, down across the lips of her genitals and then lower still until its vibrating knob touched the sensitive opening of her anus.
"Mmmmmm," she sighed and slitted her eyes with the onset of passion.
She reached down between her legs and parted the tender folds at her crotch to reveal the warm, moist flesh inside. The head of the vibrator rose toward this opening, slipped easily across it from one side to the other, then back down again to her anus.
On impulse she clamped her legs about its throbbing length and had to bury her face in a pillow to keep from screaming with the joy that coursed through her entire body. Ordinarily, she turned on the radio, or the phonograph or the TV set to drown out any noises she might make while in the throes of passion. She'd forgotten it this time because she was so anxious to get inside and have some private fun and she certainly wasn't going to turn it on now-not now, when she was so close to another orgasm.
She rose and ran into the bathroom, where she got in the tub and lay on her back. Relentlessly, she moved the vibrator all over between her legs, finally coming to rest directly on the opening of her pussy. She stuck the tip of it inside and almost screamed again with the pleasure.
But not now; she wasn't quite ready. A bag of warm water hung suspended from the top of the shower faucet and from it dangled a rubber cord terminating in an enema attachment. She took this attachment and eased it into her asshole, sighing as its full length disappeared inside her. She fingered the hose clamp and groaned as the first dribbling streams of lukewarm water shot inside her anus. At the same time she brought the head of the vibrator into closer contact with her damp flesh. She pushed it in tighter, then had to stifle a scream as the trembling tip vibrated directly against her clitoris.
Her legs rose automatically into the air and came to rest on the sides of the tub. Her eyes closed and she felt herself sinking into the euphoria that the combined clitoral and anal stimulation brought to her. She began moaning loud and long. The water gushed freely into her asshole and she pressed the vibrator farther in between her legs.
She wriggled, she writhed, her body trying to suck up both dildos invading her twisting figure.
Sucking, she thought pleasantly. If Manny came in here I'd only have one opening left for him. She licked her lips, thinking of it. I'd suck his cock for him. I'd be getting it three ways. Mmmmm, beautiful.
The notion turned her on even more. She grasped the vibrator in one hand, the enema attachment in the other and furiously worked them in and out of her, faster and faster.
She screamed. Her legs flailed the air and her body jerked as spasm after spasm wracked her from head to toe. She moaned then and relaxed as the tenseness drained away from her. Her legs lowered as her body relaxed. She shut off the vibrator but allowed the rest of the water to move across her asshole as she lay very still in the bottom of the tub with her eyes closed, her breasts rising and falling as she breathed heavily.
When the water had finished flowing down the rubber tube and shooting freely over her genitals and anus, Iris climbed from the tub and dried herself. Her heart beat rapidly with the exertion of what she'd just accomplished and she still had trouble catching her breath. But it had been fun. Now, as she rubbed her nipples and breasts and all over between her legs with the big towel, she felt relief and a kind of after-excitement grip her.
There were not enough orgasms in the world to satisfy her. She could never get as many cocks, dildos, or enema tubes into her often and fast enough. Her dream was to be the last woman in the world and stay in bed the rest of her life, with an endless progression of males coming to fuck her, one after another.
For food, she thought with a smile, I could smear chopped liver on some guy's cock and eat it off I might even bite off a few cocks right down to the balls and chew them raw.
She laughed, delighted by the cannibalistic notion. But she wasn't the last woman on earth. Even so, she found and took men whenever she could--and the more the merrier. Only last year she'd taken on a college football team in their locker rooms after a successful game, where she'd learned the fine art of asshole fucking.
She'd been sucking off one quarterback when another player came up behind her and stuck his stiff cock up against her naked behind. She'd thought he was going to shove it into her pussy, so she willingly spread her legs and lifted her butt higher. She was surprised, however, when instead, he spread her cheeks and rammed his cock into her asshole.
It had hurt at first and she tried to move away. But the man held her, as did the quarterback she was sucking off who didn't want her to leave until she was finished giving him the blow job. Then she began to like it. It was different, there was no doubt of that. The steady in-and-out motion of the stiff cock really turned her on-and just as much as doing it the regular way.
After that, to vary the act, she insisted guys did it to her in the ass. Some of them didn't want to, or couldn't for some reason. This lack of asshole buddies made her all the more eager when she entered the Miss Derriere contest. She heard the judges were especially interested in girls' backsides and were expecting the girls to put out.
Well, she was willing anytime they were.
She dressed again in her bikini and went outside to the patio. Miss Cramer was out there. Manny Morris had changed his clothes and was sitting in a chair on the other side of the pool. On a sudden impulse, Iris walked around the pool to him.
"Oh, hi, Miss Hadley," he said.
"Hello, Mr. Morris," she said with a sweet smile. "I wonder if you'd happen to have a cigarette I could have."
"Oh, yeah, sure," he said, fumbling in his pocket.
The conversation was loud enough for Miss Cramer to hear. Iris bent toward the nervous press agent, giving him a view of her dangling breasts he couldn't keep his bulging eyes from. She accepted the cigarette, putting it between her lips.
"A match, please."
As he scratched a cigarette lighter into flame she took his hand to steady the fire against the tip of her cigarette and whispered, "How'd you like to come to my apartment tonight, Manny?"
Manny gulped. "Why, sure!"
"But you've got to promise to fuck me in the ass."
"What?" His face reddened.
"What's the matter?" she taunted. "Aren't you man enough to do it?"
He stared at her breasts, at her navel, at her crotch where a few ruddy hairs peeped around the edges of her bikini.
"I can do it," he told her determinedly.
"Good boy!" She wanted to reach down and give his cock a, friendly squeeze, but she knew the action would be foolhardy. "See you around midnight then."
She turned arid walked back to her own chair, aware that Miss Eileen Cramer was watching her closely, as though she suspected. The hell with her. She's probably never had a cock up her pussy during her whole life.
At that very instant, Miss Eileen Cramer was thinking: She propositioned him. I know she did-I can tell by Manny's nervousness. Well, they're not going to get together, even if I have to-
A smile blossomed on her face.
-even if I have to take her place!
Manny was so excited he could hardly sit still. He was right about Iris being hot to get fucked. Well, he wouldn't mind. He was going to love spreading her legs, shoving his pecker into her snatch.
As to that asshole business-well, he wasn't sure about that. He'd only done it once before and it was okay. But if that's what it took to hit the sack with the redhead, then he'd be only too glad to do it. He'd make the big sacrifice for her. He closed his eyes and thought about how close she'd been to him, about how she'd bent toward him to have him light her cigarette. If they'd been alone, he could've just reached into her halter and grabbed a couple hands full of her breasts, working the nipple up stiff against his palm.
In fact, she'd probably let him do anything and everything to her. He would, too.
It was later that afternoon when Iris was in her apartment and Manny Morris had reported in to his publicity office downtown that Miss Eileen Cramer telephoned Manny, disguising her voice.
"Hello, Manny, this is Iris Hadley," she said.
"Oh-oh, yes, Iris," he said. His voice was nervous again, but he didn't seem to suspect anything was wrong. "You-you haven't changed your mind, have you?"
"About what?" she asked, playing it cool.
"You said-" He gulped and rushed on, "You said I was to come to your apartment at midnight and fuck you. In the ass, you said."
Eileen Cramer gulped this time, momentarily taken aback by this information. Recovering, she forced herself to laugh. "No, I haven't changed my mind. But instead of coming to my place, I want you to meet me in apartment sixteen."
"But that's vacant."
"I know, but it's furnished. So we'll have a nice big double bed all to ourselves."
"But why-"
"Just in case Miss Cramer suspects."
"Oh, her!"
"You don't like her? She seems very nice to me."
"Oh, she's okay, I guess," Manny agreed, "if you like pills. I'll bet she's boring in the sack. Nothing like you, Iris. Believe me, I'm really looking forward to it."
"Me, too, Manny darling," Eileen said. "Oh and don't put on the lights. We can't have any on in an apartment that's supposed to be vacant, you know."
"That makes sense. I've dreamed for a long time about fucking you, Iris, about shoving my pecker up inside you."
"I know, Manny. I've noticed how you've been looking at me, how your cock stands up in your pants. I'd like to feel your cock tonight, Manny darling, in my hands, in my mouth, in my pussy-"
"And up your ass," Manny suggested with a chuckle.
"There, too," she agreed. "See you at midnight."
She slammed the receiver into its cradle. Boring in the sack, was she? Well, she'd show him tonight. Then her anger subsided before anticipation. Saying those words describing what she'd wanted to do had made her feel very excited. Of course, it wasn't for the sex that she was going to lure Manny into the empty apartment and have intercourse with him. She was merely doing her duty to keep the girls clean and wholesome for the sake of the contest and the studio.
Even so, it seemed like a long time since she'd done anything with a man. Too long. As herself, she wouldn't have let Manny fuck her. But tonight, under cover of darkness, she wouldn't be herself; she'd be redheaded nympho Iris Hadley. She could let herself go and no one would be any the wiser. She'd suck him and fuck him and let him ream her to keep up the masquerade.
It was a shame she couldn't tell Henry Morton, president of International Studios, how good a job of guarding the girls she was doing, of how much beyond the call of duty she was going. She might have gotten a raise.
As it was, the only raise she was going to get was the one from Manny's cock. She licked her lips, smiled-and decided that would be payment enough.