IN ON LOVE AND SEXll ALITY, DR. EDRITA FRIED WRITES: "THE PERSISTENT Pll RSll IT OF EVER-new amours is likened to a sport An amour is often a psychological rescue operation. Don Juan or nymphomaniac states may offer a means of temporarily freeing the individual from involuntary, boring and painful automatizations. A new conquest may bring change, variety and challenge into a life bogged down by rituals and routines." Whether or not Jason McIvers was bogged down in routines was a big question, but in any event, a beautiful woman psychiatrist recommended that he go to Camp Sunair as a possible cure for his sudden impotence. Sunair's uninhibited wife-traders played a big part in the treatment of Jason's affliction, while his wife, after an initiation ceremony involving fifteen studs, suffered no deprivation during the course of Jason's "cure".
CHAPTER I
"JASON, I KNOW SEVERAL GIRLS WHO'D BE delighted to let you screw them."
Jason McIvers lay naked on their king-sized bed. He lay lengthwise, his ankles crossed, and his fingers laced over his chest, moodily watching Cherry remove her make-up. They had been married five years ago, during her second year in college, and now, for the first time, their marriage faced a crisis which could prove catastrophic. A numbing misery stole over his lanky, big-boned frame, as his eyes followed the deft movements of the ravishing young creature he loved so much his heart sometimes ached from just thinking of her. Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad if she didn't feel exactly the same way about him.
Bitterly he cursed to himself. Goddammit, why did this affliction, as the psychiatrist called it, have to happen to them? Why not to somebody else? Why him and Cherry, for cripe sake?
His eyes devoured her neat, succulent nakedness as she rose from the dressing table and came to sit beside him on the edge of the bed.
Cherry McIvers had one of those petite, superbly molded figures that made men turn and stare; a figure that made men turn and stare; a figure that made lust stir in their loins; that made them enjoy being male animals. Her cone-shaped breasts thrust up and out proudly, and below them, her body tapered to a flat, tiny waist. Then it flared gently into narrow, almost boyish hips. Her complexion was of that creamy, flawless texture women envy and men hunger to touch.
Her hair, short-cropped and softly wavy, was a deep, lustrous brown-nearly the shade of her eyes, except that her eyes had gold flecks in them and the same shade exactly as the fleecy triangle of hair shielding her cute little pussy.
Jason remembered in vivid detail the first time he'd ever gotten into that cute little pussy. It was on their wedding night; and, at eighteen, Cherry was still a virgin. His size had caused her considerable pain and discomfort at first, but, brave little trooper that she was, she'd never complained. Within a week her demands were equal to his own.
"Don't worry about it so much, darling." She leaned toward him, rested her weight on one elbow and took his limber, lifeless cock in one dainty hand. Thoughtfully she turned it this way and that, inspecting it as carefully as if this were the first time she had ever seen it. "The psychiatrist said the affliction could vanish any day-any second, even."
"He also said it might take weeks or perhaps months."
"Jason, I'm so sorry," she whispered, tears brimming her eyes. "Could I have done this horrible thing to you-to us?"
"Now wait a minute." He forced a smile. "If you start feeling guilty because of all this ... I'll cut the damn thing off."
She smiled in return, wrinkling her nose at him. "Don't you dare think of such a thing. Dr. Goldberg said that variety could very well be the answer. Perhaps we should join that friendship club Stan and Marsha were telling us about."
Suddenly her head dipped. She took the end of his weapon between her ripe lips, and began tugging with gentle force, laving with her hot tongue as she did so. Jason watched, unmoved. The first time she had done this, shortly after their marriage, his huge cudgel had bucked upright to rigid attention. Now-nothing. Not a goddam thing.
The trouble had started a month ago. They had been making love right here in this room, on this very same bed. Cherry's legs were snuggled around his waist, her arms about his neck when he heard her breathing shift, the way it always did seconds before she climaxed. Then it happened. His rod lost all tension. It went limber. While it was still buried to the hilt in her greedy, smoldering belly it went limber as a wet noodle.
The following day he had gone to Dr. Alan Harris, the McIver family physician. Tests were run, specimens taken, analyses made. A week later, the kindly old doctor-the same one who had brought him into the world twenty-nine years ago-had given him a report.
"Jason, you're healthy as a horse. You've got a heart .strong as an ox; your E.K.G. proves that; your blood pressure is perfect; your basil metabolism rate is precisely what it should be. I can't find anything wrong with you ... certainly nothing which might prevent your getting an erection with Cherry. Does she know you only have this problem where she is concerned?"
Jason nodded. "It's got her worried sick. I'm afraid she might start blaming herself."
"Have you been with any other woman lately?"
"Dr. Harris, I have never been unfaithful to Cherry."
"But you do get an erection when you imagine yourself making love with another woman. Is that correct?"
"That's right. Since this trouble first began, I keep a half-hard-on most of the time, but when Cherry and I get in the bed it goes limp."
"And you're sure Cherry knows that even if you can't make love with her, you could with another woman?"
"I'm sure. I told her. We have no secrets from each other."
"Here ... " Dr. Harris handed him a business card. "This is Dr. Raymond Goldberg, one of the finest psychiatrists in the country. I'll call him for an appointment. I want both you and Cherry to see him."
"Cherry ... too?"
Dr. Harris nodded his gray head. "Cherry, too." That was three months ago. Since then, once each week but going separately, he and Cherry had visited Dr. Goldberg. This afternoon they had spent two hours in his office. This time they were together, at the psychiatrist's request.
Dr. Goldberg was one of those unusual individuals whom it is impossible not to like. He was a round little man with a round little nose; he had understanding and intelligent eyes that peered at them from behind large, thick lenses. His movements were quick and sure, reminding Jason of a curious sparrow.
He and Cherry sat, side by side, facing the doctor across the desk of Dr. Goldberg's inner office.
"I am tempted not to send you a bill, Jason," the doctor had chuckled from behind his steepled fingers when they were comfortably settled. "Yours and Cherry's weekly visits have become a privilege for me. In thirty-some-odd years of dealing with my fellow human being, and his mind, I have seldom encountered a case where a man and his mate were so deeply, sincerely in love-so selflessly devoted to each other. In today's world it is a rare and priceless thing indeed."
Jason felt Cherry's hand steal over and squeeze his affectionately. "Is there any hope for my husband's ... affliction, Dr. Goldberg?"
"Certainly. And only because you love each other so devoutly do I have the two of you here together in my office this afternoon. Otherwise, I would give you my analysis separately and let you lie to each other, thereby possibly bringing on further complications."
"But ... " Cherry began.
Dr. Goldberg held up a hand. "Let me finish, please. As I said, there is a very definite hope for Jason being relieved of his affliction. I think the two of you, together, can easily overcome the problem." He paused, looking froh one to the other, then continued slowly and with great emphasis. "The only question remaining is-will you?"
"We will!" Cherry blurted so promptly Jason was startled. "I will ... " Tears edged her voice. "I'll do anything in the world to get Jason well again."
"We'll do it," Jason said firmly. "It makes no difference what it is ... we'll do it."
"Cherry, would you knowingly allow Jason to sleep with another woman? To make love with her?"
She hesitated only a moment. "Yes. If it's necessary. When I said I'd do anything to help Jason get well, I meant exactly that-anything." Her small chin thrust out in defiance as she glanced at her husband. "And I do mean it, darling."
Jason looked at his wife, frowning slightly. Could she love him that much? Goddamit, he didn't want another woman. He wanted Cherry.
"And you, Jason," Dr. Goldberg continued. "Would you let Cherry sleep with another man, knowing they were going to make love?"
"But ... " Jason wasn't sure he'd heard correctly. "But how is that going to help me?"
"Let me put the question another way. Would you rather Cherry sneaked around behind your back and made love with another man ... or would you rather know when she did it?"
"I'd rather know when she did it, but ... "
Again Dr. Goldberg held up his hand. "Let me explain. Both of you must know that in the three months you've been coming to see me that I've learned things about you that possibly you don't even know yourselves. Am I correct?"
Cherry nodded. So did Jason, wondering what the doctor was getting at.
"Let's see." Dr. Goldberg scratched hasty figures on a pad at his elbow. "You have been married five years. By assuming sexual intercourse is possible twenty-five days out of each month, we find it possible fifteen-hundred days during that five-year period. The average couple of your age group would enjoy sex, roughly, one thousand times in five years.
Jason, do you have any idea how many times you and Cherry have had sex during the past five years? I'm basing my estimate on information the both of you gave me separately."
"It's more than a thousand," Cherry said.
Jason nodded. "Much more."
Dr. Goldberg shook his head as if he were having trouble believing his own figures. "It's much more than five-thousand times," he said thoughtfully. "Jason, do you know that during sexual intercourse Cherry more often than not reaches a climax two, and even three, times to your once?" He looked at Cherry. "That time you flew to Hawaii for your friend's wedding ... how many times did you climax that morning?"
Cherry's eyes were on Jason when she answered. "I stopped counting when I reached twenty-one. But we hadn't done it for a whole day."
"She told me about that," Jason said. "I went several times myself."
"So you told me," the doctor mused. "And all in less than an hour. Are you beginning to understand what I mean when I say I've learned something about both of you since you've been coming to see me-that possibly you didn't know yourselves?"
"For instance?" Jason asked.
"You're over-sexed-both of you. That's a layman's term, of course, but it gets the meaning across. Actually, your bodies' chemistry is geared for frequent sexual relief-for very frequent sexual relief. And without going into the complications of the id, the ego, and the super-ego, or any other Freudian terms, as a competent psychiatrist let me tell you this:" He jabbed the air in their direction with a pudgy forefinger. "Your bodies will get the relief they're accustomed to, either with each other or With someone else, or those bodies will fight back."
"How ... fight back?" Cherry was all attention.
"Perhaps I shouldn't tell you this, though it isn't a breach of professional ethics, but each day patients come to my office suffering some way or other because they either stubbornly refuse to accept, or are unable to accept, sex between male and female as normal, necessary body functions. They have meaningless worries, fears, tics, hair loss, nervous disorders-I could list hundreds of ailments, all of which would vanish entirely if they accepted the sex act as essential to a happy, well-rounded existence."
"You mean Jason and I might develop some of these ailments if our bodies don't get sexual relief as they need it?"
"Worse than that," Dr. Goldberg told her pointedly. "You may come to hate each other."
"Oh!" It was a tiny, distressed squeak as Cherry sat back in her chair, her large brown eyes on her husband. "I'd rather be dead."
The doctor looked at her kindly. "My dear, Jason cannot get an erection to make love with you because his body is fighting back now; it's rebelling because he is not doing, in plain terms, what comes naturally. His affliction was not brought about because he fails to accept sex with you as normal, but because he is unknowingly ignoring an instinct in the male animal as old as man himself. Without being conscious of doing so, Jason is suppressing a vital instinct which nature herself built into the male human being. Or perhaps I should call it need, instead of instinct."-
"What instinct ... what need is it, doctor?" Cherry's voice sounded small and far away.
"The need for more than one woman to make love to."
"Is that why you asked if I'd object to Jason making love to another woman?"
Dr. Goldberg nodded. "You see, man is a far-ranging sexual animal who-likes to walk wide and crouch at the knees, so to speak, spilling his seed into any female available. Nature put this need in man for the propagation of the species-and not only in man, by the way, but in lesser male animals as well.
"It has been said that man is the last animal on earth to be domesticated, and that woman has set for herself the task of doing it. About this I don't know. I do know this, however; Jason's inability to get an erection and make love with you is because he is unconsciously suppressing this instinct-this need."
"And if he did go with other women, doctor, how long will it be before he can make love with me again?"
"That I can't tell you, Cherry. It could happen any time. Any second. Or maybe a week. Even months, perhaps. There is too much yet that we don't know about the human mind."
"Why did you ask me if I would object to Cherry making love to another man, Dr. Goldberg?" Jay-son leaned forward in his chair, placing his elbows on his knees.
"Because Cherry has been used to a vigorous, lusty sex life with you. To discontinue that sex life abruptly will cause her body to fight back-to rebel, in some way-just as yours has. I have a young woman patient whose husband was recently killed in an automobile accident. She refuses to participate in sex, saying she is determined to be true to her husband's memory. In another two years she'll be in an insane asylum."
"Oh, Lord!" This time it was Jason who sat back in his chair. His little Cherry? In an insane asylum? He'd rather see her get gang-banged by a dozen different men every night of the week. Of course he knew the doctor was using an extreme case to drive his point home but-hell!
And then Dr. Goldberg had risen to his feet, holding out his hand, a "warm smile on his round face. "I don't think there's any need for either of you to undergo further analysis, Jason-Cherry. You're young, you're intelligent, and above all, you're deeply in love. I think you will handle this problem the way it should be handled."
That had been this afternoon. Now he and Cherry lay naked on their king-size bed in the bedroom of their luxurious home; she was making one more desperate effort to stir life into his limber cock. Her glossy, brown hair moved rhythmically as her hot lips tugged and her darting tongue laved with patient determination. Her efforts afforded him a wonderful sensation, but his weapon remained relaxed. Nor could he feel any reason inside him to hope it might stand up later.
Cherry's most meaningful comment since leaving Dr. Goldberg's office had been that she knew several girls who'd be delighted to let him screw them. This comment had told Jason that she accepted the doctor's diagnosis of his problem, and was willing for him to follow through with the doctor's suggestion.
Well, Jason told himself, he could do nothing else than grant her the same privilege. If she allowed him to go with other women, it was only right that he allow her to go with other men. These last three months had been anything but easy on Cherry. He knew that, for they had been equally difficult for him. Each time her pants got so hot she could stand it no longer during the past three months he had done the same to her that she was doing to him at the moment. Such was wonderful for variety, but as a steady diet it was a poor substitute for the real thing.
"It's no good, darling." He placed both hands on her head. "It isn't going to stand up. You might as well stop trying."
"I believe you're right," she said, withdrawing to lie down beside him. "I should know that by now-but I just keep hoping." She moved her thighs apart slightly when he put a hand on her pussy, waited breathlessly until his thumb and forefinger maneuvered their way into the top of her cleft, and moaned softly as he began massaging her tingle-toggle. "You know you're going to have to nurse me down there, Jason," she said tremulously.
"Of course," he told her. "Get a pillow."
CHAPTER 2
IT WAS A ROll TINE THEY HAD BEEN THROll GH frequently since that time Jason's weapon had betrayed him.
Cherry took a pillow from the top of the bed, folded it and threw her legs into the air, rocking them up and over her head, then pulling the folded pillow under her back. When she finished, little belittle besides her shoulders, neck and head touched the bed. Her straddle was well elevated and pointed toward the ceiling. By the time she had thus prepared herself, Jason was on his hands and knees, moving to the attack.
Due to the elevated position of her hips, he had to lower his face only an inch or two to reach her fleece-covered crotch. He did this, knowing her anxiety, and working rapidly, worming his tongue through the fleece and into the smoldering little valley it shielded. Cherry gasped desperately as his tongue plowed determinedly up through the valley, searching blindly.
She gasped again, louder and more desperately this time, when the searching tongue found what it sought, and Jason's pursed lips pounced eagerly. Without hesitation his lips began tugging greedily while his maddening tongue strummed on her passion switch faster than a flicking eyelash.
Her breathing became noisy, and heat started lifting from her body like waves from a burning desert when the bliss-bomb low in her belly exploded.
"Oh, my God!" The quavering wail filled the room as the sweet fire grabbed her, flashing through her small frame without mercy. To hold her steady enough to continue his tender ministrations, Jason grasped her firmly by the hips; even increasing the vigor of his attention while doing it.
Cherry's creamy complexion fused to a hot pink, her face twisted into a delicate mask of excruciating rapture and her shapely legs flailed the air above them like a crazy man waving his arms.
"Oh, my God!" she quavered a second time, clutching at the bed covers with both hands. She was still clutching the bed when her rapture began to fade. A gusty sigh escaped her. Her body relaxed somewhat, and she lowered her heels to rest between her husband's shoulders until he gradually ceased his treatment and withdrew.
She was resting on her side, her head on a folded arm, when Jason returned from the bathroom.
"Enjoy yourself?" he grinned, crawling on the bed beside her.
"You know I did." She reached forth to coddle his limber penis in one hand. "But, oh Jason. How I miss this wonderful thing stirring around inside me." She pushed herself to a sitting position. "You know what I'm going to do?"
"I haven't the slightest idea." Yet he knew from the determination in her tone it was something important and concerned them both.
"I'm going to call Emma."
"Your sister? In Paris?"
"Emma isn't in Paris. I cabled her last week, and her plane got in last night. Do you remember when you went down into the rumpus room right after we got back from Dr. Goldberg's office?"
"Yes, I remember."
"I phoned her hotel and told her everything--everything the doctor said, and all about your affliction."
"But why, Cherry? Was it necessary?"
An elfin, mischievous grin crinkled the corners of her eyes. "I had to give her some reason for asking her to let my husband screw her."
"You're kidding," Jason laughed, also sitting up. "What did she say?"
"She said call her again after I talked it over with you; that if you agreed, she'd be right over."
"Well I'll be damned." It was all he could think of at the moment. He remained motionless as Cherry crawled over him and reached for the phone beside the bed.
Cherry and Emma were closer than any two sisters he'd ever known. Following the accidental death of their parents when Cherry was ten, Emma, eight years the older, had been forced into the role of both mother and father. And she'd done a darn good job, considering the fact that both their lives had been more or less managed by a trust fund and a board of trustees until she was twenty one.
She's one year older than I am, Jason thought; and she's never been married. He'd often wondered about that, because Emma Markham was anything but an undesirable woman.
The two sisters had a lot in common as far as coloring was concerned; the same rich, lustrous brown hair, the same, color eyes with the gold flecks, the same creamy complexion. But there the similarity ended. Where Cherry was petite and dainty, Emma was tall and willowy, with a grace and poise that sometimes reminded Jason of royalty. He could not imagine there having been a lack of suitors in her life. Yet she was still single.
Jason looked at his wife as she dialed the phone, then waited for an answer. Cherry spoke only four words into the mouthpiece: "Emma come on over." She replaced the phone and turned toward Jason, smiling brightly.
"There, now," she said to him. "I guess that'll fix you up, Jason McIvers."
Regarding his wife with no little wonder, he shook his head slowly. That she should do this for him; that she should make arrangements .for him to bed down with her sister, and do it in such a casual manner, left him somewhat amazed. Yet it was also positive evidence of her desire that he recover from his affliction as quickly as possible, so they could be together again.
And what about her? What about his darling
Cherry? The arrangements she was making for him would certainly do her no good. There would be no sexual relief for her in his crawling between the sheets with Emma. And his Cherry must have relief. He knew that. She was too hot-natured to go for long without a man-and she had already gone three months, bless her understanding heart.
He recalled his decision of a few moments past. What was sauce for the goose was sauce for the gander. Someway, somehow, and soon, he'd have to make some arrangements for her. Earlier Cherry had mentioned a friendship club Stan and Marsha Constiner belonged to. Perhaps that was the answer.
"Come here," he grinned, pulling her toward him. "I may not be able to get a hard-on with you, but I still like to hold you close."
"I love you, Jason McIvers." She snuggled close, instinctively grinding her pleasure mound against his limber cock. "I want you to start screwing every woman in the city, if necessary, 'so you can hurry and come back to me."
"What about you?"
"I haven't thought that far ahead, yet. You can continue to do it to me the way you did a while ago, I suppose."
"Dr. Goldberg knows I've been going down on you, and he still thinks you need a man the old fashioned way."
"I do," she said simply and with great honesty. "I do need a man, Jason. What you do to me is good, but sometimes I think if I don't get a lusty man between my legs I'll go crazy. Are you sure you won't mind my making love with someone else?"
"No. I've thought it all over. In fact, I've been thinking about it for some weeks now; ever since I realized I couldn't do you any good in my present condition. As long as I remain in this condition, I don't mind. But when my trouble is cleared up, we'll go back to where we were before."
"Of course," She pecked his chin with her lips. "Naturally, and I hope it's cleared up soon. Oh, I hope so, Jason." She paused a moment, then continued. "There is another thing I would like for us to agree on."
"What's that?" He cupped one of her cone shaped breasts in his hand and massaged it with care.
"Let's agree not to sneak around on each other. If I'm doing it with some man, I want you to know it; and if you're doing it with some woman, I want to know it."
"You're right. Sneaking around is no good." Her suggestion was a fair one to both. "Is that why you talked Emma in to coming over?"
"Yes." She giggled lightly behind her fingers. "Mostly. Then there is that old saying."
"So?" he grinned, joining her mood. "What old saying?"
"The old adage which says: 'The closer kin the deeper in.'" Again her mirth bubbled over. "Emma is your sister-in-law, you know." She tried to squirm her body closer to his. "Just think ... in a few minutes you'll be getting the first piece of woolly-booger in three months. I'll bet you drown the poor dear." A forefinger toyed with the hair on his chest. "And you know something, Jason. You'd better take things easy with her. Emma might be a virgin."
"Aw-come off it, Cherry. Emma's thirty years old." The idea of a thirty-year-old virginal host flabbergasted him. It couldn't be possible. "Has she ever told you she was a virgin?"
"I've never asked, but if I did, she'd tell me."
"And you're sure she's coming over now, especially to get into a bed with me?"
"She is ... especially to get in bed with you. And not just any bed either. This one. The one we're on right now and with me right here."
"Sheesh!" Jason felt that old familiar tightening in his loins as he imagined the slender loveliness of his sister-in-law spreading her legs for him. Soon now his misery would be at an end. Cherry wasn't the only hot-natured one in the family; and the past three months for him had been little short of agony. He could have gone to another woman, of course, but now he was glad he hadn't. Cherry was probably right. More than-likely he would nearly drown Emma. He knew he was carrying the biggest load of his life. Three months can be a longtime.
"Hi, there," a warm, throaty voice said from the fore part of the house. "Anybody home? The door was open."
"There she is!" Cherry bounced off the bed and dashed from the room. "In here, Emma. The bedroom."
Jason remained on the bed, listening to the excited whispers and giggles coming from the hallway, his heart beginning to pound harder.
Cherry returned to the bedroom alone, the lights doing wonderful things to her naked little body. Her face was flushed and her brown eyes had a mischievous sparkle. Jason, knowing her as well as he knew himself, realized suddenly that months had passed since he had seen her so thrilled.
"Where is she?" He propped his head on an elbow.
"ll ndressing, silly goose," she laughed; the sincere, glad laughter of a person thoroughly enjoying herself. "Just hold your horses, Stud McIvers. She'll be here in a minute. Then I want to see if Dr. Goldberg was right. I want to see if that big pacifier of yours stands up at attention when you see her."
"Sees who?" The voice came from the bedroom doorway behind Cherry. Again Jason felt his loins tighten as he looked quickly in that direction. Heat crept up his neck to fuse his face as he stared. Emma Markham had always been a knockout when fully clothed, but as she stood there smiling warmly at him, he felt as if he were looking at the most beautiful woman in the world besides his wife. For a moment he felt partially stunned and was unable to breathe regularly as he goggled at this taller edition of his own little Cherry.
"Look!" Cherry squealed in girlish glee, clapping her hands and bouncing on her toes, then pointing toward the juncture of his thighs. "Look! Dr. Goldberg was right. Just watch it swell!"
Jason knew this. He didn't have to look. The instant his eyes had fallen upon Emma standing naked in the doorway, he had felt life stir in his rod. Already it had grown to its full, enormous size and was pointed at an angle, throbbing impatiently.
"I hear you've got a problem, Jason," Emma smiled warmly as she moved toward the king size bed. Before she could reach it Cherry darted in front of her, sprang across Jason and took a position against the wall on the far side.
"This is my grandstand seat," she said pertly, smiling first at Jason and then making a cute face at him.
"Cherry and I both have a problem," he told Emma.
"She told me about it. I just flew in from Paris yesterday."
"All right, you two," Cherry laughed impatiently. "This is not a tea party. Let's get the show on the road."
Emma winked at Jason. "Maybe we should charge her admission." She reached out with one long fingered hand and stroked his aching cock. "Boy," she murmured. "They weren't stingy when they put you together, were they! I honestly didn't know they made them that size, but I'm glad to be finding out." She let her eyes travel to her sister, then back to him. "What would happen if you tried to get it in Cherry right this minute?"
"It'd go limber as could be," Cherry answered promptly, her face now serious. "We've tried. As I told you on the phone this afternoon, the psychiatrist said the male animal needs more than one
woman, or his body rebels."
"And that's where big sisters come in," Emma chuckled. She scooted toward the center of the bed and stretched out on her back. "As Cherry said, let's get the show on the road. It's been a long time for me, and I'll admit I'm a bit anxious." The corners of her lush mouth lifted in a teasing smile. "But take it easy with that big thing, will you. I'm not at all sure I've got a hole in my belly as big as my little sister's."
"Humph," Cherry snorted with proper feminine delicacy. "Jason is exactly the right size. Just wait. You'll see."
"How long a time has it been for you, Emma?"
"Yes," Cherry said. "We were talking about it before you arrived, Emma. I told Jason you might be a virgin."
Emma laughed softly. "Hardly ... but it's been years since I've been in bed with a man." She looked at her sister, "Do you remember that big blonde ski instructor. I met the summer we vacationed in Switzerland-the summer before you and Jason were married. His name was Erik Strossman. He was killed in that avalanche."
"And that was the last time you had a man?" A hint of dismay was in Cherry's tone.
"The first and last. It's the only time I've ever had a man. I used to sneak down to his room every night after you'd go to sleep."
She flinched slightly as Jason traced his hand up her thigh and began toying with her pussy. "And why no man after Erik?" he asked.
"Erik and I were terribly in love, Jason, and when he died in the avalanche something died a little inside me, too. And it stayed dead for over a year, but it finally came back to life."
"But that was almost six years ago," Cherry said, finding it difficult to believe a woman could go without a man for so long. "What've you been doing since then?"
"Well ... " Emma began, then stopped, looking from her sister to Jason. "Well ... I got interested in ... other things. Perhaps I'll tell you about it sometime." She took Jason's famished rod in her hand. "If you don't get busy with this thing I'll think you find me undesirable." She puckered her lips at him in a long distance kiss, then raised her knees and let her long thighs fall open.
Within the space of a heart beat, Jason was between them, lowering himself into the valley of delight. His throat felt thick, his eyes stung and his breathing came hard. When he started to reach down between them, Emma stopped him.
"I'll do it," she whispered her eyes half closed.
Jason felt her take him with the fingers of both hands and guide him carefully until the great, blunt end of his cudgel was ensconced snugly against the portal of rapture.
"All right," she whispered again. "Now go ahead, but go easy. You're so big."
Under the circumstances, to expect him to exert masterful control was not unlike expecting a freight train to fly. Jason knew this. He also knew how miserably long three months without pussy can be to a healthy, oversexed man. Furthermore, he knew he'd explode before he planted his weapon all the way between the waiting thighs if he didn't hurry. Even so, he did try to take things easy for Emma's sake. Causing her pain was the last thing he wanted to do.
Cautiously he applied gentle pressure with his hips, his eyes on Emma's face, watching for the first sign of pain. Her eyes were completely closed now and her head turned a little to the side. When he saw no evidence of discomfort he gathered his muscles and hunched an inch. A fleeting frown crossed her face, and she grunted sharply.
"Easy, Jason," his wife said from close beside them. Cherry had twisted around on the bed and lay in a position where she could see everything at the point of action. "Take it slow till you get it in."
"Wait a second," Emma said softly. She adjusted her body under him, raised her long legs high, then crossed her ankles on the small of his back. "Okay. Now try it again. You'll make it."
He did. And this time he almost reached home before the mighty dam inside him was rent asunder. Emma's eyes flew open in surprise at the first scalding charge of man-seed gushing into her belly.
"Already?" she chuckled.
"He's coming," Cherry whispered, her voice tense. "I know all the signs."
CHAPTER 3
THE BRUTE FORCE OF JASON'S CLIMAX KNOCKed all tension from his long frame. His weight descended upon Emma. Through no effort of his own, his hips hunched spasmodically against her-each hunch driving the shaft to the uttermost in her belly. Harsh, ear-grating noises ricocheted around the room as he fought to suck air into his lungs.
His victory had been too immediate for Emma, who lay motionless beneath him, watching his struggle and feeling the heat of his release spread through her. Even with her limited experience with the opposite sex, that such copious torrents could be ejaculated by one single man fascinated her no little. And even though she attained no victory for herself, his great shaft moving about inside her gave her a wonderful sense of completeness and well-being.
When Jason continued to struggle-his eyes clinched, his jaw set, with small knots of muscle bunched at the angle of it-she glanced askance at her sister, who now lay alongside her, devouring the proceedings with hot, starving eyes.
"Isn't he ever going to quit?"
"Poor darling." Cherry leaned forward and kissed her husband on the arm. "He hasn't had any in three months. But then ... " a small note of distress edged into her words, ". . .neither have I."
"Wait till he's through."
Cherry looked at her sister-not understanding and was about to ask what she meant, when Jason gave a final lusty sob of relief and raised to his elbow.
"God!" he muttered, shaking his head vigorously. "I feel hollow ... pumped dry."
"You should," Emma laughed softly. "I feel flooded ... and pumped full."
"That's understandable." He shook his head again and slowly withdrew, severing the coupling and lying down on the bed.
"Something tells me," Emma said, swinging her feet to the floor and standing up, "that I'd better get to the bathroom in a hurry." She whirled to face Jason and Cherry. "Good God!" Disbelief mingled with surprise on her lovely face as she stood staring down at her slightly bowed legs and the thick rivulet creeping down the inside of her thighs. "I knew I was flooded but ... Kee-rist!" She vanished into the bathroom, and seconds later sounds of the shower drifted into the bedroom.
"Do you feel better, darling?" Cherry asked in an oddly strained voice.
"I feel, wonderful." He looked at her quickly. "What's wrong, sweetheart?"
"I ... I hurt." Cherry cupped her crotch in both hands; tears misted her eyes. "Watching you do it to Emma was almost more than I could stand." Her voice filled with hope. "You don't suppose your affliction could be gone this soon, do you Jason?"
He shook his head, his heart aching from seeing her in pain. Tenderly he gathered her into his arms. "You want me to go down on you again?"
"You may have to." She nuzzled his neck, one hand playing with his jewels. "Or perhaps I could take a cold shower. Was Emma good?"
"It all happened so fast ... I really don't know. But I do know there'll never be a woman as good as my little Cherry." Gently he worked a forefinger into the top of her cleft, and began stroking her passion switch. She grunted softly in acquiescence and shifted her buttocks to move her thighs apart.
"That feels good," she whispered.
"Well now ... if this isn't a cozy family scene!" Emma crawled onto the bed beside them, smelling fresh and faintly soapy from her shower; there was a big grin on her face. She reached across Cherry and thumped Jason's relaxed weapon with a finger. "I suppose you know, dear brother-in-law, that you left me hanging in the air."
"I'm sorry." He answered her grin. "I was just telling Cherry it all happened so fast I sort of lost track of things."
Emma looked at her sister. "Have you been crying?"
Cherry shook her head. "I hurt down there. Jason is going to do something for me. I almost burst into flames watching him screw you."
"What is it you're going to do, Jason? Not with your hand I hope."
"Huh-uh." He stuck out his tongue and wagged it from side to side in her direction. "It's the only way I can help her."
Emma took a deep, apprehensive breath, looked at him, then at her sister, and back at him again, her eyes holding his for a long, steady moment.
"Let me help her," she said firmly.
"What?" His jaw dropped.
"I said, let me help her, Jason," Emma repeated in a steady voice. "If Cherry doesn't mind, of course."
"Are you a...?" He sat up on the bed, and his wife did-likewise, both with their eyes on Emma.
"No," the tall girl said. "I'm not ... strictly speaking ... I'm bi-sexual, but neither a hermaphrodite nor homosexual. Does that make sense?"
"It might if you'd explain a bit," he grinned, anticipating a scene he'd always been curious about if Cherry gave her sister permission.
"I never knew you were bi-sexual," Cherry said in dismay. "You never told me."
"There's never really been an occasion or reason to tell you, Cherry." Emma looked at Jason. "And there's very little to explain. I simply like sex any way I can get it. I don't lean toward any one way or method any more than I do the other." A smile tilted the corners of her ripe mouth. "I just like sex."
"And the story about Erik Strossman?" he asked.
"It was almost true," she chuckled lightly. "Erik was my first man. There have been others since. And women, too."
"Well ... goddam ... " Cherry blurted, staring from her sister to her husband, then burst into delightful giggles as she hugged herself deliciously. "Do you mind, Jason?"
"Not at all." He moved to a far corner of the bed to give them plenty of room. "Have yourselves a ball."
"But I don't understand how ... " Cherry stopped, frowning. "You don't mean go down on me?"
Emma shook her head. "Not at all."
"But what position do we get in?"
"Get on your back, spread your legs and raise your knees, just as if you were about to receive Jason."
This time it was Jason who said it. "Well ... goddam!" He'd often wondered how two women did it together. Now he was about to find out.
"What happens now?" Cherry asked, taking the position Emma had told her to, her face alight with eagerness.
"Spread your cleft apart with both hands and hold it that way," Emma said. "Just the top of it. That's right. Now hold it that way until I get into position." With this, the taller girl mounted into the saddle exactly in the same manner as Jason would have. When she was settled between Cherry's upraised thighs, she reached down between them with one hand, parted the top of her cleft and eased lower until her clitoris was fitted snuggly against Cherry's.
"Now take your hands out," she said, withdrawing her own.
"Gol ... Golly," Cherry gasped sharply, glancing to where Jason sat near the foot of the bed. "Tha ... that feels pretty good."
"We've only started," Emma told her. "And I suppose you know you and I wouldn't be doing this if you weren't in such distress." She settled her weight on her elbows and turned her head toward Jason. "She needs a man, Jason, and-according to her-for a while you'll need several women. The two of you should make a trial visit to Camp Sunair. I can make the arrangements for you. I belong ... and I go there quite often."
"Tell me more," he said. "I'm interested."
Instead of answering, Emma began slowly rotating her buttocks, pressing down with her hips as she did so, grinding her pulsating clitoris against that of the girl beneath her.
"Ooommm ... " Cherry moaned. "How wonderful it is." Her face had already turned to a hot pink.
"Don't jerk us apart when you start coming," Emma muttered raggedly. "We'll lose it if you do."
"I ... I'll try. And I'm about to come now ... "
"So am I! Jason built a hotter fire in me than I thought."
Jason sat there on the bed, unable to remove his eyes from the couple before him. He'd witnessed some unusual sights in his life, but this one took the cake. His wife's face was twisted into a mask of approaching bliss. He had seen the identical expression thousands of times; and now she was wiggling her hips in rhythm with Emma's measured rotations. Suddenly he saw her catch her lower lip between her teeth and knew what was happening.
"Her ... here I go!" she wailed thinly. With this she locked her legs around Emma's waist and planted her heels on the other's buttocks.
The girl on top gave a deep-throated, full-chested, feminine grunt of release. Then the spasm was with them both, and they lay there on the bed struggling and snorting and grunting and grinding their pelvic areas together with alarming vigor.
"I ... can't ... stand ... it!" Cherry whimpered. "It's ki ... killing me!" Her small body twisted and bucked and from where Jason sat he could see her belly muscles twitching.
And so were Emma's. She was also gasping for breath and clutching the bed-covers with both hands. She continued this until a gusty sob escaped her and she relaxed. After a few moments Cherry returned to reality and withdrew her legs to rest them on the bed. At this Emma pulled herself up and rolled free.
"Whew!" She grinned at Jason happily. "You could have done that for me a while ago if you hadn't been so eager."
He grinned in return. "Don't worry about a thing. You've only been here a little while. The night's young yet."
She dropped her eyes to his cock, now rigid as a board since the two girls had started their play. "And you're all ready to go again, I see."
Cherry still retained her position-her knees drawn up and her legs wide apart. Jason was about to answer Emma when the idea struck him. He responded immediately.
"Quick! Help me get it in," he said as he threw himself between his wife's thighs and shoved his weapon against her pussy. Cherry acted promptly, centering the shaft and wiggling her hips greedily as he thrust forward rapidly several times. The shaft was gobbled up at once.
"Oh!" Cherry cried in delight. "Thank heavens!" The words had hardly left her lips before her face fell. "Darn! For a moment I thought our troubles were over."
"So did I." His voice was thick with self-disgust. He crawled from over her, and lay down on the bed between her and Emma. His weapon was limber and useless.
Emma stared. "Gad! I've never seen anything like it before in my life. You know, Cherry, when you first told me all about this affliction, I thought you were trying to pull some sort of a weird gag." She shook her head in profound amazement. "Let's experiment a bit, Jason, just to satisfy my curiosity." She swung astride his hip, took his limber member in one hand and commenced massaging the end of it through her cleft. It sprang to life at once.
"Sheesh ... " she grinned as she returned to her former position. "This is one for the book-and I mean really!" Her brown eyes studied them thoughtfully. "How long will this ... this affliction continue?"
"Dr. Goldberg said there's no way of knowing," Cherry answered. "It could stop anytime, but not before Jason's subconscious instinct to screw several women is satisfied."
"I think you two better let me take you to Camp Sunair for a trial visit." Emma stretched her slender body luxuriously, and when she relaxed she took Jason's still erect cudgel in one hand. She looked from one to the other. "I assume you've already agreed between the two of you that you don't mind the other making love with someone else."
Again it was Cherry who answered. "Dr. Goldberg seemed to think that was the sensible thing to do. Otherwise, he said we might start sneaking around on each other, then start telling each other lies." She looked at Jason and squirmed closer. "And we don't want that, do we darling?"
"No," he replied. The to Emma. "We discussed-it in detail and decided we wouldn't make love with anyone else unless the other knew it-like your coming over here tonight, for instance."
A warm smile spread over Emma's face and she began moving the hand grasping Jason's rod slowly up and down. "You're showing more sense than a lot of other couples would, if they were faced with a predicament like yours."
Jason glanced down at her pistoning hand. "You know what's going to happen, don't you?"
Emma's smile turned into a delighted grin. "I hope you don't think I'm doing this for the exercise."
"We have a couple of friends," Cherry said. "Jason's broker and his wife. They've been talking to us about some kind of friendship club, trying to get us to join. We weren't interested until Jason suddenly couldn't get a hard-on with me. Marsha-that's Stan's wife-told me ... "
"Stan and Marsha Constiner?" Emma interrupted.
Cherry nodded. "Do you know them?"
"Do I know them? I've been with them both. I don't know about this friendship club thing, but Stan and Marsha go to Camp Sunair almost every week end." She sat up in bed, crossed her long legs, and shifted hands on Jason's cock without missing a stroke.
"Watch this," Cherry said. She reached over and grasped her husband's staff of life. Emma removed her hand and Cherry began massaging exactly as her sister had been. Immediately the thing started shrinking. Then, only seconds later, it bloomed again to full size when she relinquished it to Emma once more.
Emma laughed heartily, bending forward and kissing Jason on the navel. "Darndest thing I've ever seen," she said, again massaging him slowly when she straightened.
"Where is this Camp Sunair?" Jason asked, the tingling thrill of her attention spreading through his loins.
"Over on the coast. It's only an hour by jet from here."
"But what is it?" Cherry wanted to know.
"It's a private-very exclusive-resort dedicated to permissible infidelity."
"What's permissible infidelity?" Cherry extended a cautious hand to Jason's jewels, caressing them lightly.
"Just what you and Jason have agreed to-give each other permission to have sex with someone else."
"You mean ... couples go there and ... swap around?"
Emma nodded. "Only married couples. I'm one of the very few singles allowed inside the gates."
"And couples go there, pick out some one they want to have sex with, and that's it?" Cherry made no effort to hide the interest in her voice.
"Basically, yes," Emma said. "Only it's a little more complicated than that. Let me take it from the top and give you a complete run-down, then I'll try to answer any questions you have." She glanced at Jason. "You're not about to go off, are you Tall Man?"
"You'll know when he gets ready," Cherry told her. "He can't keep it a secret."
Jason lay with a forearm across his eyes. "I'm not about to yet, but if you keep at it I will. Now, about Camp Sunair ... "
Emma shifted hands again and continued her massaging.
"Camp Sunair was started by a freak accident which happened to two young couples whose marriages were going on the rocks-Sam and Ruth Norris, and Ed and Beulah Carson.
"Sam and Ed were the best of friends, and still are. They own a law firm inherited from their fathers-and their wives were very close. The four often went out together and frequently spent the night in each other's home. The freak accident happened at Sam's and Ruth's one night, when Ed and Beulah were spending the weekend with them. Remember the blackout a couple of years ago ... the night most of this section of the state had to go without lights for several hours?"
Cherry nodded. "I remember." Jason said nothing.
"That's the night it happened. They were out doing the town, celebrating something or other, and all four were pretty drunk when the area blacked out. When this happened they decided to call it a night.
"As I said, both marriages were about to break up.
I don't know exactly why, but I gather that this was simply because the parties concerned had lost interest in each other. Anyway, Sam Norris told me the story of what happened, so you're getting it practically from the horse's mouth. And he swears he yet doesn't know how it happened-and neither do any of the others.
"According to Sam, Ed and Beulah were to occupy the guest room that night, as they always did when they stayed there, with him and Ruth sleeping in their own room right across the hall.
"When they reached the Norris home, Ruth and Beulah felt their way upstairs to go to bed, while Sam and Ed stayed down to have just one more drink. Sam said there wasn't a light in the house; no candles, flashlight or anything. After he and Ed finished their drink they also felt their way upstairs; but somehow, in the darkness, they got turned around and Sam wound up in the guest room with Beulah, Ed's wife; and Ed got in bed with Ruth, Sam's wife.
"I suppose if they all hadn't been drinking heavily, one of them would have discovered the mistake, but they were drinking heavily and they didn't discover it; not until the blackout was over and the lights came back on. Sam said by that time he had diddled Beulah twice and Ed and Ruth were romping it up for the third time. And then the lights came on."
"And then what happened?" Cherry was all attention. "What did they do?"
"The same thing any sensible people would do. They laughed about it and kept swapping back and forth whenever they felt like it. Sam and Ruth both admit it saved their marriage, and saved Ed and Beulah's as well; they said that the occasional change of pace, and the spice of variety now and then, brought them closer together than they'd ever been before. And that's why Camp Sunair was started. They figured if a little permissible infidelity would save their marriages, it would do the same for other couples."
A subdued grunt came from Jason; and Emma looked quickly at her sister. "Is that the sign he's about to go?" When Cherry nodded, she continued, "Run-bring me a towel, will you?"
CHAPTER 4
CHERRY SCRAMBLED FROM THE BED TOWARD the bathroom and Emma speeded her action until it was almost too fast for the eye to follow. Jason grunted again, unable to remain silent as the tide of rapture began creeping through him. The third time he made the sound, Emma bent over him and, without ceasing the treatment of her. hand, capped her hot lips down over the head of his throbbing shaft.
"Grahrr!" The sound was wrenched from his throat at the touch of her mouth and squirming tongue. The elixir of life geysered from his loins.
When Cherry returned, carrying a towel, she stopped, goggled a moment at the scene on the bed, then burst into happy laughter. Jason was an excellent dancer, and he loved to dance; but this was the first time she had ever seen him dance the Twist while lying flat on his back. Or maybe it was the Frug he was attempting. Or maybe he just might be losing his mind; he might be going crazy from the way he lunged and heaved and churned the air with his arms and legs.
Emma was still bending over him, still massaging his rod as best she could with her lips around the end of it. The fascinating scene held Cherry spellbound until his contortions began to slow and Emma un-handed him and motioned for the towel. Yet she did not remove her lips until Jason had calmed completely.
"Golly Pete!" the tall girl grinned when she returned from the bathroom a minute or so later. "Where'd you get all those goodies?"
He grinned in return. "A man can collect a lot of goodies in three months."
"Yeah, I know, but ... sheesh!" She stretched out beside him, opposite Cherry. "Now, where were we before you started throwing fits?"
"You were telling us about Camp Sunair," Cherry told her.
"Oh, yes." Emma frowned in thought for a moment. "Well, as I said, Sam and Ruth, along with Ed and Beulah, decided that if a little friendly permissible infidelity would save their marriages, it would do the same for other couples about to get a divorce." She waved a long forefinger at them. "And let me tell you this; you'd be amazed at the remarkable success they've had. Sam and Ed bought a tract of land over on the coast, and built Sunair. It's a very lavish resort with high, steel fences and thorny hedges all around it. The only way in is the main gate, but it's located in a very remote section and nobody ever tries to sneak in to see what's going on inside."
"What does go on inside?" Jason asked. "I mean, what's the procedure."
"You sound interested."
"I am interested."
"Me too," Cherry said.
"Let me explain it like this," Emma told them. "As I said a while ago, you won't have any problem becoming members. I'll take care of that. Once you get inside, you take off your clothes and do as you please. And keep this in mind. All the other couples are there for the same reason you will be; to engage in a little on-the-side diddling, so don't be surprised if you see it going on all around you. That's the only reason the couples go there. That's the reason Camp Sunair was built. Once you're settled and undressed, you draw a numbered plastic card which you wear around your neck, then go find the person of the opposite sex who has a card with a corresponding number."
"And then?" Jason asked with keen interest.
"And then you diddle." Emma paused, frowning thoughtfully before continuing. "Let me explain it from the beginning. And for the sake of clarity, Jason, I'll use you as an example. Let's assume that you are there, have undressed, and go draw a card. These cards are white, with a large black number on each side. You wear it around your neck by a chain so it can be easily seen. They're about the size of a gasoline credit card.
"Now, let us say that the card you draw has a two on one side, and a three on the other. Somewhere at Camp Sunair that day there is a woman with a two on one side of her card, and another woman with a three on one side of hers. You simply find these women. The fact that they're wearing a card means they're willing and anxious to diddle any man having a card with the same number as theirs."
"What about the other numbers on the two women's cards?" Cherry asked eagerly.
"There'll be two other men at Sunair that day wearing cards that will match the numbers. You see, this is a system Sam and Ed worked out to help break in new members. It isn't followed strictly all the time, but when you and Jason go to Sunair you'll both get cards, which will mean there'll be two men for you to diddle with and two women for Jason. After the ice is broken, and you know your way around, if you see somebody you'd like to have sex with, all you do is ask. And ninety-nine times out of a hundred the answer will be yes. In fact, I've never even heard of anyone turning another person down. After all, that's what they're there for."
"Boy," Cherry sighed wistfully. "I sure could use a lot of diddling right now. If I don't get to ride a population pole before long I'm afraid I'll start thinking of myself as a virgin again and I'd hate that."
Emma pushed herself erect and leaned her weight on one arm. "Now both of you are sure you don't mind the other having sex with somebody else. Is that right?"
"Exactly," Jason put in. "And it's only because of sex. We love each other too much for it to be anything else. Once this damn problem of mine-this affliction-is cleared up, Cherry and I can go with each other."
"That's right," Cherry said to her sister. "Dr. Goldberg said, in effect, that if Jason didn't screw some other women he would probably never be able to screw me again. I want Jason to have other women because I want him back for myself. I want him to have all the women he can handle until he can get an erection with me again."
"And what about Cherry, Jason? What's your reason for letting her have sex with other men?"
"Because I love her. I just found out today that we're both over-sexed. I don't want her suffering any longer for need of something I'm not able to furnish right now. As I said, when this problem of mine is cleared up, it'll be just the two of us again."
"I thought you'd been giving her relief with this." Emma stuck out her tongue.
"He has," Cherry cut in. "And it's wonderful what he's been doing for me, and what you did tonight-but it's not like the real thing. I like to feel it moving inside me."
"All righty," Emma said as if having reached a decision. "Have you got a diaphragm?"
Cherry nodded. "But I haven't worn it in months."
"Well ... get it on. I'll go make a phone call and ... "
Cherry jerked upright on the bed, her eyes shining. "You mean you know somebody who'll come out here tonight?"
"I hope so." Emma glanced at her watch. "It's only eight o'clock. They should be home."
"They?" Jason sat up beside his wife. "They who?"
"You both know them," Emma grinned. "It's Stan and Marsha Constiner."
Cherry threw her arms around Jason's neck. "Oh, darling, isn't it wonderful?" Then to her sister she said, "But why, Marsha, when you're here?"
"I have a date for tonight and I can still just make it ... a handsome devil I met on the plane from
Paris. I just came by tonight to knock off Jason's excess head of steam. Besides, another, different woman will put him one step nearer to being cured. Is the rumpus room downstairs still fixed up the way it used to be?"
Jason nodded, in his mind seeing the vivacious, pleasantly plump figure of Stan Constiner's wife.
"Then why don't you two go on down to the rumpus room," Emma said. "I'll call Stan, and then I'll dress. When he and Marsha get here I'll let them in, and lock the door when I leave." She disappeared down the hallway toward the room where she had left her clothes.
Jason led the way down to the rumpus room and switched on the lights, Cherry following close behind. For the past three months neither of them had been in the rumpus room more than a time or two, and then only briefly. Before his affliction, however, it had been their favorite spot in the house-it and the bedroom-because they'd had it furnished with one thought in mind: A place with plenty of room to romp and play, and make love.
It had no pool table, no ping-pong table, no bar-none of the things ordinarily found in the rumpus room of a wealthy home. It did have an area of the polished, hardwood floor-twenty-five feet wide and thirty feet long, covered with innerspring mattresses, which in turn were covered with thick comforters. There was little else, except a small linen closet, a bathroom and two Hollywood style beds at the far end. Scattered over the comforters were several large pillows which Cherry had ordered made She clung to Jason's arm as they walked toward the padded floor.
"I'm so excited I'm quivering inside." Her eyes sparkled and her lovely face glowed with a glad light. "Now I'm beginning to realize what kind of friendship club Stan and Marsha have been referring to. I wonder what their reason for ... swapping partners could have been."
They reached the play area where the mattresses were. They lay down, Jason on his back with Cherry propped against him, and her ripe, cone-shaped breasts mashed against his chest, her face above his.
"I can't imagine what their reason could have been," Jason said. "But do you remember when I had Stan buy that five-thousand shares of General Motors about two years ago? He and Marsha weren't getting along too good at the time, but a few months later they were billing and cooing like two lovebirds."
"They had been married only about three years then. Stan and Emma are the same age, and Marsha's only a year older than I am. Has he ever given any indication as to what their trouble might have been? Or what cleared it up?"
"No, but whatever it was that cleared it up must have been a doozie. Now Stan can't wait to get home from the office, and Marsha refuses to go anywhere without him. They act like they've been married only a week."
"Do you like Emma, Jason? I mean ... I know you like her ... but ... what she did tonight upstairs ... did it change your attitude toward her any at all?"
"It certainly did. I think she's one of the most fabulous persons I've ever met. For some reason, always before I've thought of her as being a little too prim and efficient. But not anymore. Efficient ... yes ... but prim she ain't. Tomorrow, why don't you have her move in with us? We've rooms we seldom see, much less use. Is she going back to Paris soon?"
"She hasn't said, but I hope not." Cherry laughed softly. "I wish you could have seen your face tonight when she came into the bedroom naked. I thought your eyes would pop out."
"I thought they would, too. I'm not over the surprise yet."
"Me neither. And me thinking she might be a virgin. That's a good one."
"Do you want to visit this Camp Sunair she told us about?"
"I sure do ... Don't you?"
"ll h-huh. And if it's like she says it is, I want us to join. Also ... " He stopped, listening intently. The sound of voices from upstairs reached the rumpus room.
"It's Stan and Marsha," Cherry whispered, her voice trembling from her efforts to control her eagerness. "I hope, Mr. McIvers, that your wife gets thoroughly screwed this night."
"You know something, Mrs. McIvers," he grinned broadly. "I hope she does too. And I'm looking forward to the day when I can thoroughly screw her myself."
"Jason!" It was Stan Constiner calling from the top of the stairs.
"We're down here, Stan." Jason called back. "Come on down."
Stan did-three steps at the time-and naked as a jay bird, a big smile on his face as he strode toward where they lay. "A voice on the phone told me you wanted to trade wives for a while, Jason."
Stan Constiner was of medium height; he had thick wrists and large feet, and a somewhat angular face, topped by a shock of red hair that seldom looked neatly combed. His friendly eyes were like those of a prankish puppy. Neither with clothes, nor without, did he look like the Boy Genius of Wall Street, a tag bestowed upon him by his business associates for having built a hole-in-the-wall brokerage business into a multi-million-dollar concern in less than ten years. When his eyes scanned the luscious nakedness of Cherry, now on her back beside her husband, her legs thrown wide, his cock swiftly swelled.
Cherry stared at it with unfeigned admiration and desire. She couldn't tear her eyes away, but kept them fixed at the juncture of his thighs-like a bird about to be eaten by a snake.
"If that voice on the phone belonged to my sister-in-law, then you heard correctly. She just got through working me and Cherry both over."
Stan nodded in understanding. "She's good at it. I've wanted to tell you two about Emma for a long time, but some things you just don't talk about until the time is right-like now."
"Where's Marsha?" Jason asked.
"She left her gadget in her purse in the car and didn't remember until she was undressed. She'll be down in a minute or so."
"What kind of gadget?" Cherry honestly wanted to know.
"Her diaphragm. I hope you're wearing one."
"I am," she said pertly. "But if you're going to stand there and talk all night I might as well have left it off."
"That bad, huh?" he grinned.
"Worse than that. It's been three months since I've had a rousing work-out. Come on, Stan, please."
"Ma'am," he told her, depressing his cudgel with a thumb, then letting it snap back to slap his lower abdomen, "that's exactly what I'm here for."
Cherry was still staring at his delightful appendage, still unable to pull her eyes away. It was not quite as long as her husband's, nor as husky, but she could almost feel it already inside her when Stan dropped to his knees between her legs.
"No build-up, Stan," she said hoarsely as he leaned over her to take his position. "Lord knows I don't need that. Just let's do it." Nor were she and the red-haired man the only ones interested in the proceedings.
Jason was enthralled over the fact that another man was about to lay his wife. He had no explanation for this rapt interest. In truth, it never even occurred to him an explanation existed. By the time Cherry had raised her knees, snuggling then against the sides of the man atop her, Jason had twisted around and lay on his stomach, his face within inches of his wife's buttocks and his eyes on the point of action.
He saw both of Cherry's hands plunge down between her and Stan; saw one hand grab the hardened shaft, and the other spread her cleft to plant the shaft's end exactly where it was needed. A second later Stan began pushing with his hips and Jason saw the shaft being gobbled greedily into his wife's famished bell y.
When barely half of it had passed from sight Cherry's thin, trilling scream filled the rumpus room. With frantic hips she began lunging at the invading pale, searching for the rest of it with a burning urgency before her partner could sink it all the way.
Now, Jason had seen his wife struggling in the clutches of orgiastic holocaust many times before. He knew her seizures were powerful and frequently close together, but she and his broker were scarcely firmly coupled before a spasm was upon her and the trilling scream changed abruptly to a feline snarl. As Jason continued to observe, having drawn back a few feet in order to take in the whole picture, her internal holocaust continued. It forced from her small, dainty body a display of rapture gone berserk such as he never expected to witness again and, judging from Stan Constiner's frenzied maneuvering, it was all the man could do to remain in the saddle.
"Some show, eh?" A soft feminine voice filtered through the mating couple's ragged noises. Jason rolled over to see-lush and naked-Marsha Constiner standing near him. She carried a large black purse which she walked over to place beside the linen closet, then returned to him.
When she approached, her eyes fell upon his rock-hard war club, angling sharply up his belly from the top of his long legs. She paused in mid-stride, her eyes growing large with surprise and delight, and as she stood there staring at him, Jason traveled his eyes with savoring slowness over her superb body.
Though he had never seen her nude before, he was aware that he had either been mistaken about her being a bit on the heavy side or else she had lost weight. Even so, she was still broader than Cherry by a fraction, though no taller.
Marsha had hair black as a raven's wing; both on her head, and on the pussy that peeked at him coyly from between her well rounded thighs. Her complexion was as white as her hair was black, and her huge breasts, with their nipples of deep tan, swayed comfortably from side to side when she moved.
After one hurried glance to where his wife lay screwing with Marsha's husband he patted the space beside him.
"Don't be bashful," he grinned. The exhibition by Cherry and Stan that he'd been witnessing had him so thoroughly aroused his palms felt sticky and his jewels were drawn tight against his crotch.
"Who's bashful?" She returned his grin, her face lighting with a glad light. "I was just admiring your ... equipment. I thought Stan had a whopper, but ... " She stretched forth a hand and stroked his rigid pacifier. "Mmmmmm ... "
By way of repaying the gesture he began toying with her pussy. At his touch she sucked breath into her lungs and her huge breasts rose. A wee shivering brought goose bumps to her arms and legs.
"Haven't you lost some weight?" he asked as he began rotating a finger around on her clitoris.
"Twen ... twenty pounds," she gasped, pulling her legs apart. "Kiss me, Jason."
He roll ed toward her without removing his finger from her cleft and lowered his lips to hers. Tiny shocks of delicious lightening trickled through him as her pink tongue darted into his mouth. Marsha moaned softly and drew her legs still farther apart.
"I'm glad you could come over," he said when their lips parted.
Her smile was soft and warm. "I'm glad I was asked to come. I've wanted to feel you between my legs for a long time, Jason. Can we do it once real quick to take the pressure off? Then we can talk. Do you mind?"
"Open your legs a bit wider." It was not necessary for him to say this. By the time he finished the words, she was prepared.
Number two, he said to himself as he moved to suspend his weight above her. Emma was number one, and Marsha was number two. He wondered how many women he would be forced to have sex with before his affliction vanished and he could return to his darling little Cherry once more. Not that diddling various and sundry women was an unpleasant chore. It was anything but that, although it was indeed an unusual form of therapy. But goddam it, nature should permit a man to enjoy sex with the woman he was in love with. Nature should make allowances for a couple desperately in love with each other.
"Take it easy to begin," Marsha whispered as he lodged the great knob-like head of his ready cock securely between the divided wall s of her cleft. "Hah!" she gasped when the hot kiss of his rod touched her vulva. "Oh-boy-oh-boy-oh-boy!"
Jason's position was similar to that of an athlete completing a push-up exercise. His upper body was supported by his straight arms, with only his knees and toes touching the padded floor. The only place he was touching Marsha was at the point of coupling, and he held his position, looking down between them at the end of his shaft against the gateway to rapture, for several seconds.
Marsha held her bent legs in a high, "wide Y," waiting breathlessly for him to proceed, her dewy lips parted and in her eyes a look of intense hunger. Then he moved in, still-with his gaze on the place their bodies touched. With his hips he applied gentle force, and heard Marsha's quiet grunt of satisfaction as the pressure of his shaft's head pushed it into the moist hotness of her vulva sphincter.
"Oh, Jason, it feels so good," she moaned weakly.
He didn't answer, but began a slow rotating action with his hips, pressing toward her all the while and still looking down, feeling the delicious heat creep up along his cock as it bored deeper and deeper into her willing bell y. Nor did he stop watching until the searing kiss of her .straddle was tightly around the base of his cudgel and his jewels dangled down in the cleavage of her taut buttocks. Then he eased his weight down against her and braced himself on his elbows.
When he did this, the soft planes and gentle angles of her face crumpled as if she were on the verge of tears and her words reminded him of an expression Cherry had used earlier in the night.
"Ooommm, Jason," she sobbed softly against his chest. "I don't know if I can stand it."
Jason had never considered himself especially endowed with penis. Prior to his marriage to Cherry he had wandered through a number of casual romances, all of which had been rather difficult to break off, because once his love of the moment got the thrill of his hugeness caressing her deep within, she became possessive in her attitude, or unreasonable in her demands. Still, he'd never thought of himself as a master bedroom tactician. Nevertheless, when he heard Marsha's impassioned comment expressing doubt that she would be able to endure his tender attentions, an idea came to his mind.
The idea was a tactic which would greatly prolong and intensify Marsha's agonizing rapture-only possible for him to employ because twice already Emma had brought him to a thundering climax. His need for further sexual relief was still very much with him, but because of Emma's ministrations he was convinced he could control himself better than the young woman beneath him.
His plan was this: Start his action and continue it until Marsha was on the point of exploding, then stop without letting her go off, and wait until she simmered down before starting his action again-then repeating the process. When he did finally let her go all the way, she would experience something she'd not soon forget. Anyway, it was worth a try.
Slowly he withdrew the big cudgel far to the rear, then glided it solidly all the way home. A mewling fluttered from Marsha's throat. He advanced another cycle, and she made the sound a second time as Jason felt spasming muscles deep inside her squeeze his cock. He stopped.
Her eyes were closed, and her jaw was clinched, as she tossed her head from side to side, her breathing sobby. Jason felt her belly muscles twitch against him a time or two; after a long, drawn-out sigh, she opened her eyes. For a full minute she studied his face before she spoke.
"That was close, but why did you stop?"
"The night's young yet," he parried. "Do we have to rush?"
"Not if you don't want to ... ooh, Jason, but you feel good inside me. And it's better than I dreamed it would be."
"Then you weren't kidding when you said you'd wanted me between your legs for a longtime." Before she could answer he withdrew once more and plunged the invader home. She grunted explosively, her stare became fixed, and he stopped.
"You certainly know how to treat a woman," she murmured, kissing his chest and hunching against the buried shaft.
"Let's rest a moment." When he said this he eased his "weight down against her and she lowered her legs, placing her feet behind the bend of his knees.
"How's that?" She reached up to rumple his hair with one hand, her eyes dreamy, while he turned his head sideways in order to see what Cherry and Stan were doing twenty feet away.
His wife and the red-haired man were still frantically fighting each other with their hips. Cherry was clutching Stan with her thighs and matching his rhythm with that of her own, meeting his thrusts like a woman starving. Jason smiled to himself. His little darling would feel like a new woman in the morning, bless her heart. And he was determined that she continue to feel like a new woman each morning hereafter. He hadn't truly realized how desperate was her need for a man until he'd witnessed her starving twat gobbling at Stan's rod a while ago. Even though they'd already agreed on permissible infidelity, he'd promised himself then and there his Cherry would never again suffer from lack of a man simply because he was unable to service her properly. Then he remembered something he'd planned to ask Stan and Marsha.
"What is this friendship club you and Stan belong to?" He hoisted his weight to his elbows once more, and looked down at her as she answered.
"It's a group of young married couples who get together and do what the four of us are doing right now."
"You mean ... the men trade wives, and the women trade husbands."
"In effect, yes."
"Where do you meet?"
"In various homes." A smile curved her ripe mouth. "This rumpus room would make an ideal meeting place." She maneuvered her smoldering straddle delicately against the hilt of his buried shaft. "Oh my god," she breathed hotly. "If you don't hurry up and administer to me properly I'm going to come anyway." She wrinkled her nose at him prettily. "I know what you're trying to do-building me up to a certain point, then stopping before I can go all the way."
He grinned at her. "I guess I'm not so cunning after all." If the secret was out, he decided, it was no secret any longer, thereby losing its attractiveness. Anyway, a mighty storm had been brewing in his own loins since he'd first planted his cudgel between her thighs, with his own need growing by leaps and bounds. His self-control wasn't as strong as he'd thought it was going to be. "Here we go."
Once more he began the gentle churning of his massive invader into her inner regions; he had completed half a dozen cycles when he realized his own victory was much closer than he'd thought. Skin behind his ears tightened. His arm pits tingled from the forthcoming seizure. Suddenly he was snapping his hips to the rear, then slamming his shots home with pile-driving force. The first of these shots brought immediate reaction from Marsha.
"Hoi" The sound was knocked from her by the vigor of Jason's enthusiasm. She repeated it. "Ho!" And continued to repeat it each time the massive marauder plunged into her belly until the sweet fire grabbed her.
This happened the instant she heard Jason's ragged sob of release and felt the scalding gushes of man-seed flooding her secret places. She ceased making the sound then, and lost touch with reality. The sweet fire was upon her.
Her guttural, strangled scream tore around the room. Her legs shot out to the side; her balled fists smote the padded floor, and her milky complexion turned a dull red. Her eyes had a wild, glassy look as she commenced to babble incoherently, beating the air with her legs and bucking under him like a bronc with a burr under its saddle. Tiny bits of froth gathered at the corners of her mouth, and she chewed her tongue as if possessed with demons. Her frenzied contortions between Jason and the floor moved the two of them in jerks and starts toward the spot where Cherry and Stan lay.
Again her strangled scream ricocheted off the walls of the rumpus room. The raging inferno of sweet fire sweeping through her offered no surcease from blinding rapture-from excruciating bliss that threatened to stop her breath.
Jason was only dimly aware of her savage response, fighting as he was in the throes of his own brutal climax, and continuing automatically to hunch with fierce vehemence against her fiery crotch.
Neither of them knew, then or later, exactly how or when it happened. They only knew that, somehow, during her wild-eyed, mad-woman contortions, Marsha managed to bring her right leg u pbetween them, roll to her left side, then lunge to her hands and knees. Nor was their coupling ever broken. Within the flick of an eyelash Jason, but seconds past pounding away at her belly to belly, had a vice-grip on her hips and was pounding away at her from behind, on his knees.
More than ever Marsha bucked like a bronc, clawing and scratching her way over the floor.
CHAPTER 5
JASON WAS ONLY DIMLY AWARE OF WHAT WAS taking place; one tiny corner of his mind told him he was submerged in a flaming morass of uproarious passion. Instinctively he kept his grip of Marsha's hips, and kept pumping furiously as he followed her on his knees toward the other couple, his pistoning pole flashing in and out through the black thatch under her buttocks with jack-rabbit speed; the wine of life sluiced from his loins to drench her thirsty tissue.
Furthermore, he was only vaguely conscious of the fact that somewhere between the place whence they started and the place where Stan and Cherry were, that Marsha's incoherent babblings had become understandable.
"Oh-god-stop!" The three words came out as one in a frenzied shriek. "I-can't-stand-it-anymore!"
Jason ignored her plea and she kept struggling to escape, while he continued jack-hammering his plundering cudgel into her helpless bell y. Only when his rapture began fading did he slow his pace, but by that time Marsha had passed her point of no return. Between Jason and nature she was ravished to the uttermost. With a weird, off-key howl, she shoved herself upright once, then collapsed to a quaking, semi-conscious heap, finall y breaking Jason's grip and divesting herself of the shaft.
Seconds passed before Jason regained total awareness. When he did, it was just in time to see Stan-Constiner roll free of Cherry to his back on the floor, inches away.
Cherry sat erect, shook her head groggily a time or two, and let her eyes focus on her husband.
"Hell o, darling." Her brown eyes sparkled, and a gladsome smile lit her lovely face. "It looks as if we're both getting our wish."
"How so?" He didn't understand.
"Mrs. McIvers is getting thoroughly screwed tonight."
Stan shoved himself to a sitting position and looked at his "wife. "It looks as if Mrs. McIvers isn't the only one getting thoroughly screwed," he grinned.
Marsha stirred sluggishly, conscious now but still somewhat stupefied by her ravishment. Jason, still on his knees, pulled her upright and sat down beside her, letting her lean against him.
"Holy Moly," she sighed gustily, looking from one to the other. "I've never been through anything like it before in my life." She twisted her head around to look up at Jason, her face glowing softly with profound contentment. "Did you know I thought I would lose my mind?"
"It was quite a work-out," he chuckled, nudging her with his shoulder. "Ready for another?"
Cherry got to her feet and extended a hand to Stan's wife. "Come on, Marsha. Let's go into the little girl's room and make some girl talk."
"By the way," Stan said when they disappeared into the bathroom. "You remember that 'sell ' order on Anaconda Metals a few months ago-providing the stock rose to eighty-six?"
Jason nodded.
"Well," the other continued. "You made forty-thousand dollars this morning. I activated the order."
"Thanks." He'd bought the stock the year after he and Cherry were married-and bought it for peanuts. Since then it had risen slowly but steadily. Forty thousand dollars was a nice piece of change to make on an educated guess, but at the moment he was little interested in business. Before he could speak further the girls returned from the bathroom.
Cherry took a seat beside him and Marsha stretched out on her back, resting her head on her husband's leg.
"Jason, I asked Marsha about that friendship club." She leaned her brown head against his shoulder.
"So did I."
"Do you want to join?"
"I don't see why not," he grinned. "For a while, anyway. The more the merrier."
"Is that what you took her into the bathroom for?" Stan asked Cherry.
"Of course not, silly." Marsha spatted him gently on the leg. "Don't I always go to the bathroom-after? Well, so do other women." Then she realized her husband had been teasing and spatted him again.
"Let's lie down," Jason said to Cherry. "We may not be able to diddle, but I want to smooch."
Stan eased his leg from under his wife's head, and went into the bathroom. When he returned a few minutes later he stood watching Jason and Cherry nuzzle each other, a thoughtful frown on his face.
"I've got an idea," he said. "Let's make a circle."
"It's the best idea you've had all day." Marsha sat up quickly.
"I don't believe Cherry and I know what you're talking about." Jason told him. "You'll have to show us."
"Good." The red-haired man grinned. "And you can continue your smooching, too." Then to his wife, "You go over and get with Jason."
Marsha bounced to her feet and came to where Jason lay on his side, lay down on her side also, and wiggled backward until her searching buttocks found his relaxed cock. Immediately it began to swell.
"Now put it in," she said over her shoulder. To aid him in this she reached behind her with "one hand, found his now firm cudgel, squirmed closer, and lodged the end of it at the proper spot in the black fleece of her straddle. "Now help me, Jason." Again she squirmed toward him while he began thrusting gently and working his body toward her. In seconds he was ensconced to his jewels in her moist hotness.
"All set?" Stan asked when the coupling was complete. "Good. Now Cherry, just remain on your back as you are, but roll your hips a little to the left and raise your right leg until I get in position." When she did as he asked, Stan stretched out on the floor, slid his head high up between her thighs, and facing her wooly-booger an inch away. Next he worked his body toward Marsha until his erect weapon was within easy reach of her lips. "Lower your leg now if you like, Cherry. Put your right instep against your left knee behind my head. Jason, can you go on with your smooching?"
"Easy as pie." But he didn't return to it immediately. Instead he traveled his eyes over what Stan had called a circle, and chuckled. Marsha was impaled on his shaft, while greedily administering to her husband's with her lips and Stan was about to bury his face in the downy brown floss shielding Cherry's pussy. He turned back to his wife, grinning broadly.
"I don't know how something like this is going to help me overcome my affliction, but maybe it'll help. I guess there's nothing left for us to do except smooch." He was about to lower his lips to hers when she started sharply and grimaced prettily. Glancing quickly toward her waist, he saw Stan nudging and tugging at her straddle, his face buried to the eyes.
"You like that?" he asked quietly, turning back to Cherry.
"I love it," she whispered. "And I want you to be kissing me when I pop-off."
Cherry got what she wanted, and when she popped-off so did the rest of the circle, for nature triggered the bliss bombs in all four simultaneously.
For several minutes Jason had been hunching gently against Marsha, his lips drinking from his wife's and their tongues entwined or fencing, when he felt his rapture approaching. At the same moment he also felt spasming muscles deep inside Marsha's body squeezing and milking his rod, then heard Stan's growl of acceptance. He glanced down to see his broker's body quaking, but at a small sound from Cherry he turned back to her.
. "Kiss me quick," she whispered, her eyes beginning to glaze. "I'm about to come."
"So am I," he whispered in return, bringing their lips together as the lotion of love began boiling from his loins into Marsha. Cherry breathed noisily through her nose as the full force of the spasm seized her. Her shoulders and head were flat against the floor with Jason resting on one elbow, his head above hers, and one hand on her tummy. Under the hand he could feel her muscles knot and relax, over and over, as the sweetness continued to course through her small body.
The four of them remained silent and motionless for a short space when the quintessence of their efforts died .away. Marsha was the first to free herself and go to the bathroom. Then Stan, and finally Jason and Cherry. When they all returned to the rumpus room, Marsha went directly to her purse beside the linen closet.
"Jason." She took a small bottle of pills from her purse, and smiled at him when he looked at her, patting her pussy with one hand. "If you want any more of my stuff you may have to get it while I'm asleep." She held up the small bottle for him to see. "These are nerve pills, but sometimes they put me so sound asleep I couldn't awaken for Judgment Day."
"That's right," Stan put in. "And there's no reason for her to take them. She's got nerves of solid steel."
She made a pretty moue at her husband. "They make me feel good, so there. But they do knock me out sometimes." She swallowed a pill, returned them to her purse, ambled toward the two Hollywood beds at the far end of the padded floor area and flopped face down on one.
"Those pills must work fast," Jason commented.
"I'm just resting," she told him. "Gathering my strength for another round."
"Cherry," Jason said to his wife. "Would you mind going upstairs and making a pot of coffee?"
"Hey, I've been meaning to ask," Stan said, watching Cherry go toward the stairs. "Where are all the servants, anyway."
"Cherry and I decided we wanted to be more alone a week or so back. We let all the servants go. We have a crew that comes in once a week to clean up the house and that's it. Cherry cooks breakfast, and the rest of the time we eat out."
"You got problems, Jason?"
Jason nodded. By the time Cherry had returned with the coffee, half an hour later, he had told his broker about his affliction and the problem he and his wife faced.
"And that's the reason you let Emma call me and Marsha to come over tonight?" Stan asked when he finished. They sat on the edge of a mattress near the linen closet, their feet on the bare floor.
"That's right. According to the psychiatrist, the only way I can rid myself of this mental block where Cherry is concerned it to go with a lot of different women. And of course I can't forbid Cherry going with other men."
"Hell!" Stan snorted, accepting a cup of coffee from Cherry. "There's nothing wrong with that. Marsha and I had a humdinger of a problem-both of us-but they're all settled now."
They finished their coffee in silence, and when Cherry sat the tray near the foot of the stairs Stan got to his feet, stretched,-then walked to where his wife lay on the bed.
"Just as I thought," he said, turning to face Jason and Cherry as they drew near. "Sound asleep as an innocent babe. I figured as much when she didn't get up for a cup of coffee. Marsha loves the stuff."
"Oh, Jason," Cherry said, her eyes large. "With her. asleep what'll you do if you want to-go again?"
Stan chuckled heartily at this. "He can do exactly what Marsha said. Turn her over and get it from, her while she's asleep. I've done it many a time."
"I've already had quite a bit for one evening," Jason grinned. "Four times in as many hours. That's not a bad score at all."
"I could stand quite a bit more this evening," Cherry said pertly, rubbing the triangle of brown fleece below her navel and cutting her eyes at Stan.
"You got a date, ma'am. But Jason, tell me one thing first. With the floor fixed up with all this padding, what the dickens are these two beds doing down here?"
"Just a couple of extras that got lost in the shuffle and wound up down here. However," he smiled at his wife, "we did use them on occasion before my trouble showed up, didn't we."
"I'll say we did." Cherry hugged herself cozily at remembering. "And it was wonderful."
"What was wonderful?" Stan asked.
"The way Jason and I used to do it on the bed down here. I'd get on my knees on the edge of it, facing away from him and resting on my elbows and he'd stand on the floor behind me." She shook her head slowly. "Some of the times we used to have it that way."
"You like it that way, Cherry?"
"She's crazy about it that way," Jason said.
"Then would you like a whopper of a workout?" Stan asked her. "One that went on and on. and on?"
"You're-you're joking, Stan," she gasped in delight.
"Young lady," Stan bowed low from the waist, "assume the position. I'll be back in a couple of minutes." He turned and strode to his wife's purse beside the linen closet.
They saw him take a bottle of colorless liquid from the purse, coat his already hardened penis with the liquid, then replace the bottle.
"Novocaine," he told them as he returned to the beds. "I keep a bottle of it around all the time just for this purpose."
"What purpose?" Cherry asked.
Stan grinned. "For the purpose of giving a deserving lady a long, long workout. Men do have certain limitations, you know. After so long-after so many times his goober just won't stand at attention any more. By using novocaine as a local anesthetic it partially numbs the old goober so he doesn't pop off until the feeling comes back. That way the deserving lady gets a real satisfying service job."
"My." Cherry shook her head in wonder. "What won't they think of next? Are you ready?"
Stan thumped the head of his pacifier with a finger. "Yep. All ready. It's about as numb as it will get."
The two beds, without foot or headboards, were in line, end to end with each other, and about four feet apart. Marsha slept peacefully, face down, on one, her arms hanging over the sides. Jason sat on the end of this bed, between the sleeping girl's spread feet. Cherry eagerly mounted the end of the other bed on her knees and leaned forward, resting on her elbows, her taut young buttocks, with the brown tuft of pubic fleece peeking from underneath, pointed in her husband's direction.
Jason leaned forward to watch as Stan moved into position behind her. He saw the brown tuft parted; saw the blunt end of the shaft stationed within her nest; saw Stan take her by the hips and ease forward, and saw the end disappear into her body, followed by the remainder of the boring shaft.
Cherry whimpered in ecstasy at being thus delightfully invaded and called to her husband in quavering tones.
"What is it, darling?" Jason moved around toward her.
"Li ... lie down on your back with your feet up that way and your head un ... under mine," she sobbed brokenly. "We ... we'll smooch while I'm being ser ... serviced."
When he did as she wanted, her hungry mouth sought his, their lips clinging as their tongues played tag. Behind her, his feet planted solidly on the floor for a long pull, Stan Constiner moved his hips rhythmically in a steady, measured tempo.
"Enjoying yourself?" Jason smiled up at her when the kiss was over.
"It's wonderful. Oh, it's wonderful. It's unbelievable." Her tone was husky with gathering passion.
"How long can you go like this by using novocaine, Stan?" Jason spoke without moving from his position.
"Forty-five minutes to an hour."
"And you don't feel a thing?"
"Not with a numb goober. But that's the reason for using the novocaine in the first place. It's for the woman's benefit, not the man's. One night last month at a club meeting there was just me and Marsha and five other girls. I went for .four hours straight, but I had to use the novocaine several times."
"Where were the husbands?"
"They couldn't make it for various reasons. And sometimes the women can't show up. When that happens-when the men show up and maybe just one woman can make it, she really gets a going over."
"And that really happens? Just one woman showing up, I mean?"
"It happened to Marsha once. Six men showed, but only Marsha. She loved, every minute of it, even if she did have to walk spraddle-legged for a week."
"Jason!" Cherry cried feebly.
"Yes, darling. What is it?"
"Oh, Jason ... Jason ... Jason." She grabbed handfuls of flesh on his chest, clutching him frantically as her small body began to quiver all over. Her breathing became harsh, raspy. "Oh! Oh! Here I go, Jason!"
He caught her face between his palms and drew her lips down to his, her pink tongue a lance of darting flame exploring his mouth as the spasm seized her with force.
CHAPTER 6
IT WAS ELEVEN O'CLOCK THE NEXT MORNING when Cherry McIvers awakened in the king-size bed upstairs beside her still-sleeping husband. The moment she opened her brown eyes to the warm sunlight of this new day she knew there was something special about it; and during the time it took the final dregs of sleep to clear her mind she lay puzzling what that something could be. Then she remembered Stan and Marsha's visit of the night before and a wondrous, glowing smile wreathed her lovely face.
She stretched luxuriously, still smiling, and when she relaxed she rubbed the area between her thighs, sighing rapturously. She still tingled deliciously from the marvelous attention she had received. She rolled to her side and raised to an elbow, her eyes studying the relaxed, handsome countenance of the man she loved with all her young heart.
Poor darling. Even he looked more contented and restful this morning. She reached one hand forth to caress his face and then caught herself. Let him sleep. She wouldn't awaken him until she had breakfast ready. Carefully she got out of bed and went into the bathroom for her morning shower, spending a bit more time at it than was her custom, admiring and delighting in her young, healthy body as she bathed.
She was cooking breakfast, wearing nothing but a tiny apron and a pair of bedroom slippers when Emma arrived, looking utterly feminine in white blouse and pleated skirt.
"Well!" her sister grinned, raising her eyebrows in mock amazement. "Do you always go around the house dressed like that."
Cherry grinned happily. "Most of the time, since we let all the servants go. The estate is so isolated nobody can see from the outside. Have you had breakfast?"
"Hours ago."
"I'm starved." She lifted bacon and eggs from the electric skillet and sat them on the kitchen table. "Now that you're here, I think I'll eat and fix Jason's later. I can't remember when I've ever been so hungry in my life.".
Emma laughed. "A good night at the races will do that to you. Where is Jason, by the way?"
"I decided to let him sleep a while longer." Cherry gave her sister an impish grin. "He had a big night at the races, too."
"And last night went off all right?"
Cherry poured two cups of coffee and took a seat at the table, with Emma sitting opposite, before she answered.
"If it's possible, I think Jason and I love you ten times more than ever before," she said quietly, her voice filled with sincerity. "Last night after Stan and Marsha left, I . ... well ... Jason seemed more like his old self than he had in months. I just know he's going to get rid of his affliction, or mental block where I'm concerned, and soon. I enjoyed what Stan did to me last night, but he's just a body. The same as any other man will be. I want Jason back-otherwise I wouldn't let another woman touch him or another man touch me."
"Good gir! And how does Jason feel about the whole thing?"
"The same as I." Cherry attacked the plate of bacon and eggs with gusto. "He told Dr. Goldberg that he'd never even thought about sleeping with another woman before this trouble came up."
"I've heard of Dr. Goldberg. He's supposed to be one of the very best." Emma searched through her purse until she found a small piece of folded note paper and a business card. "Has Jason ever considered seeing another psychiatrist?"
"I don't think so. Do you suppose he should?"
"That I can't say, but two heads are always better than one." Emma held her sister with her eyes. "Don't think I'm trying to shove my nose into your affairs, but I've taken the liberty of making an appointment for Jason this afternoon at three o'clock with one of the best doctors in the field of psychiatry. Pharmaceutical companies-these drug manufacturing concerns-are spending hundreds of millions in research and development of new drugs, and it would take one doctor full time just to read all the literature on the new products they're bringing out." She scooted the business card across the table. "This is Dr. L.R. Gavin, whose opinion might be worth something. Dr. Gavin may be acquainted with some of the newer drugs that haven't caught up with Dr. Goldberg yet. She's performed a few minor miracles with one that's been on the market for just a few months."
"She?" Cherry looked up from her plate. "Is L.R. Gavin a woman?"
Her sister nodded, smiling. "Louise Gavin is a personal friend of mine. That's why I could get the appointment on such short notice. We lived together in Vienna for several months while she was over there studying. The new drug I mentioned is called Straccalzine. She said there's an off chance it might help Jason. Do you suppose he'll keep the appointment?"
"I know he'll keep it. Jason wants to get rid of his mental block the worst in the world."
"Good." Emma began writing rapidly on the piece of note paper. "I'll leave him a note. If you'll get dressed, I want you to come with me." She looked up at her sister, winked hugely, and grinned. "You can undress again when we get to my place."
"Oh?" Cherry's eyes lit with interest and an engaging smile tilted the corners of her mouth. "It sounds like it might be fun. By the way, Jason wanted me to ask if you'd like to move in with us."
"Possibly later." Emma was writing again. When she finished she propped the note and business card against her coffee cup. "Hurry, Sissy. Run, get your clothes on. There are some people waiting to meet you. And be sure to wear your diaphragm."
"Ooo!" Cherry squealed in glee as she sped from the room.
"It. all sounds so mysterious," Cherry whispered as they shot skyward in the elevator to the twenty-seventh floor of the penthouse apartment building, where Emma's suite was located. "Who are these people waiting to meet me? Do I know them?"
"I wouldn't think so," Emma laughed softly. "Weren't you a virgin when you and Jason married?"
"Yes."
"And last night was the first time you've ever been with another man besides him?" Cherry nodded.
"Then you wouldn't know any of these fellows."
"Fellows? Only fellows? Just men?"
"Cherry, you're about to be initiated into Camp Sunair. It's a little ceremony they want you to go through. You see, Camp Sunair was established especially for young couples whose marriages are about to break up. Yours with Jason isn't. That's the reason for this initiation ceremony for you. They want to find out if you seriously want to join Camp Sunair or if this is just a whim. Most of Sunair's members live here in the city. I've been on the phone half the morning with Sam Norris and Ed Carson. This initiation is their idea. They rounded up some of Sunair's male members and sent them over. They're waiting at my place now."
"Golly Pete!" Cherry breathed excitedly. "All this trouble just for me?"
"Sunair has to be a little careful who they admit as members."
"But what about Jason, Emma?"
"After your initiation, Jason is automatically a member."
"But I thought we were going for just a trial visit at first."
"Ordinarily, yes. But as I said, yours and Jason's situation has certain special aspects. I didn't realize this until I talked with Sam and Ed this morning." Emma goosed her sister gently in the ribs with her thumb and grinned. "Don't be so concerned. I think you'll enjoy the initiation. Come on. Here's my floor."
Emma Markham's apartment was a spacious, ten-room affair, beautifully furnished, with emphasis on simplicity and good taste.
"Now here is the set-up, Cherry," she said, leading the way down a hall and stopping before a closed door. "This is the bedroom where the initiation takes place. AH light has been blocked off. Windows covered, bulbs removed-everything. Adjoining this is a second room." She pointed to another door a few yards down the hall. "It also has all light blocked off. The fellows, who are waiting in another part of the apartment, will enter the second room first, from the hall here, then come into the bedroom through the connecting door."
"Isn't this an awful lot of trouble?"
"Perhaps, but Sam and Ed don't want you to see any of Sunair's members until they're sure you and Jason are serious about joining. With me they don't care. I'm part of your family."
Impulsively Cherry raised to her toes and kissed her sister on the cheek. "And a very important part, too."
Emma blushed with pleasure. "Thanks, you sweet little brat." It was a term of endearment she hadn't used on Cherry in years. Then, "One point I almost forgot to mention. These aren't going to be any of those long, mad, passionate things. There won't be any foreplay. Just hit and run-understand? Nothing but quickies."
Cherry nodded breathlessly, her face already warm-pink with anticipation.
"All right," Emma continued, shoving open the door. "You go in and strip. I'll go tell the fellows we're here and join you in a minute."
"I ... you ... are you going to be initiated too?"
"I couldn't be. I already belong." She laughed softly and nodded through the open doorway. "But there are two beds in there. You don't think I'm going to pass up a chance like this, do you?"
Cherry entered the room and closed the door behind her to become immediately submerged in pitch-blackness. The person blocking the light from the room had certainly done a thorough job. She couldn't see her hand in front of her face. Yet she had marked the location of the beds when Emma opened the door. Hurriedly she peeled off her clothes and lay down on the nearest, wearing nothingbuther perfume and diaphragm.
Some initiation, she thought aloud, as she lay there in absolute darkness. Some initiation when you had to get screwed to join up but weren't allowed to see who did the screwing. Though she wasn't complaining. Heaven forbidl As a matter-of-fact she was quaking inside with eagerness for the ceremony to begin. Maybe-just maybe-she'd get all she wanted. Emma had said fellows, so that meant there was more than one. Perhaps Emma would swap with her after a while. Last night had been simply wonderful, of course, but three months of doing without is a long time to make up for in just one night. Making up for three months in one night couldn't be done. Not with the amount of attention she needed.
But Stan Constiner had tried. Lordy! How that man had tried while she knelt on the edge of the bed. The spasming sweetness had visited her so powerfully and frequently toward the last she had been to weak and trembling to walk upstairs to bed. Jason had been forced to carry her.
Darling Jason I How she loved that man! And how she hated the affliction causing his mental block that prevented his getting an erection for her. Wonder what he'd say when she told him about her initiation into Camp Sunair? Their initiation, really. He'd probably get a big kick out of hearing about it. If only ... dammit-to-hell!. . .if only his affliction would clear up. But while it existed she might as well enjoy the permissible infidelity they had agreed upon. If ...
The door opened quickly and Emma entered, promptly closing the door behind her.
"Get ready," she whispered in fierce excitement. Cherry could hear her taking off her clothes. Then she heard the rustle of the other bed as her sister's weight descended upon it.
"How long will it be before they get here?" she asked.
"Any second." Emma whispered. "And there's another thing I forgot to tell you. You're not to talk to them. I can, because they know me, but you're not to, even if you do, he won't answer back.
SBut why is this?"
"So you can't recognize their voices later if you decide not to join Sunair. Anyway, there'll be little time for talk. These are to be quickies only."
"Are there more than two?" Cherry hugged herself in the darkness. Wouldn't it be marvelous if there were ...
The quiet click of a door latch stopped her. Again Cherry hugged herself, a thrill chasing through her small body. They were here!
The faint whisper of bare feet on the rug reached her ears. A hand searching in the darkness touched her knee, slid up her leg as she opened her thighs and stopped when it reached her crotch. The bed shook from a heavy body mounting it and then a naked man was between her legs, his hand fumbling with her pussy. To hasten matters Cherry pushed his hand away, located a comfortably-sized cock in the darkness and pulled it toward her, spreading her smoldering cleft with her free hand and planting the blunt end within it. Her tiny hunch signaled the man she was ready.
When the hot cock commenced boring between her legs she gave a lusty, full-chested sigh of contentment, placed the flat of her hands against his rib cage and raised her legs to enfold his waist. Unknowingly she held her breath until the shaft was deep as possible, sighing again as the man began a rapid, vigorous rhythm. Immediately she matched it with her own, sharply jerking her hips back and down against the bed as he withdrew, massaging her twitching passion switch along the top of the shaft as he prepared for another thrust forward.
In seconds the cozy, delicious sensation of approaching bliss gathered in the area above and behind her pelvis. A few more seconds and the sensation had multiplied a hundred fold. She gave a teeny yelp of joy as her inner belly became the greedy receptacle for a seething, near-blistering deluge. Massive assaults of the unguent of lust surged from the unknown man topping her and converted her womb area into a fiery, boiling caldron.
"Help!" she squeaked. Her throat was parched. Thunder boomed inside her head. Jagged lightening slashes of raw, excruciating ecstasy sawed through her soft young body as she tore at the bed covers with both hands and hammered the air with her feet. "Oh-my-god!" she gasped. "It's killing me! Don't stop!"
But he did stop. Whomever her partner happened to be, he stopped, withdrew and silently departed the moment his rapture was apparently complete.
Cherry, a bit stunned by this abrupt, silent leave-taking lay motionless except for her twitching belly muscles.
"Weh ... where did he go?" she wailed into the darkness.
"I told you these were to be quickies." Emma's voice held sympathy and understanding.
"Has yours gone?"
"Just before yours did. You'll find towels in the headboard of the bed beside the radio."
"Dam a bunch of towels," Cherry grumbled, reaching for one nevertheless. She was seated on the edge of the bed when she spoke again, still in a faintly complaining tone. "I thought I was going to have a real humdinger of a time. I thought ... "
Again the quite sound of the door latch sounded in the darkness, stopping her speech. She spun on her rear to lay back on the bed in breathless expectation.
What a fool she was! Of course there were more than two fellows. One quicky was a helluva initiation, anyway. She'd been hasty in complaining to her sister.
A hand touched her in the pitch blackness and she grabbed it, pulling the man down to the bed on top of her. Already her legs were spread, her knees high, and with both hands she was searching for the man's rod before he lowered himself into the valley. Desperately she threw her legs around his hips, pulled him close with her heels, guiding his hardened member toward the nest between her thighs, making little grunting noises in her eagerness. When the shaft slid easily into her belly she grunted louder, rolling her hips forward and down, grinding her clitoris against it. By dang, this one wouldn't get away from her before she was through. She'd see to that.
In keeping with this decision she crossed her ankles behind her partner's back, clasped her arms firmly about his neck and began a furious, whirlwind rotating-hunching action with her boyish hips, her vulva snug against the base of the shaft, their pubic hairs entwining.
"Haah!" It was an involuntary, spontaneous ejaculation of sound. Fighting the cudgel at the base as she was produced the same kind of action one sees when the forearm is held stiff and the hand is rotated by the wrist. This action, this stirring amongst her vital parts, created in her belly instant, insane ecstasy. Her teeth clicked repeatedly in rapturous fury as she snapped again and again at the man's shoulder above her and the purring deep in her throat became a savage snarl when it burst from her drawn-back lips.
Then came the scalding cordial, the elixir of life itself, spewing in copious draughts to flood her secret places and her snarls promptly were reduced to blissful, cooings that filled the darkened room. Her actions slowed to the point where she was stroking the top of the shaft with the top of her cleft, massaging her tingle toggle along the upper surface of the lubricated firmness.
CHAPTER 7
THIS TIME WHEN CHERRY'S UNKNOWN CO-MATE left, there were no complaints. Though far from satiated, for one splinter of a second she did feel glutted with sex, but the feeling was short-lived, and she was wishing Emma had arranged to have more of the fellows at her apartment than just four.
Rhythmic sounds from the bed an arm's length away stopped her from bringing up the subject. Swiftly these sounds became the spastic noises of lust in fruition, with its accompanying sobs and gasps; she waited, knowing Emma's partner would soon be gone. A soft moan of pure contentment, a sudden rustling from the other bed and a joyous sigh told her when this happened.
"Emma?" It was a whisper.
"Yes?" A whisper in return.
"I love you for this."
"Posh!" Emma snorted delicately, though her tone said she was pleased.
"I mean it, even though I wish there were more men. How long have we been in this bedroom?"
"Not over fifteen minutes." Her voice became puzzled. "You wish there were more...?"
For a third time the hushed click of the door being opened drifted into-the darkness.
Cherry's heart leaped with a wild joy as she threw down the towel and positioned herself on the bed. Odd's nuts! There were more than four!
Now, the first two men who had been in attendance to Cherry McIvers had been considerably older than she. Instinctively she knew this, yet her knowledge was not from instinct alone, for there had been a certain thickness of their bodies about the middle, a full maturity of the limbs and, most of all, the coarse scratch of the regularly shaved faces which told her the men were older. She expected no different of her third consort as she snuggled beneath him eagerly, but again instinct came to the fore. It told her otherwise.
Swiftly she traced her fingertips over his long, smooth body. Gad! Could it be? Then she cupped his face in her palms. The evidence of full maturity was not there. She found nothing more than a thin fuzz just beginning to' stiffen. He couldn't have been shaving more than a year, at best. He couldn't be as old as she was.
Other things drew her attention, and she released his face-the other things being his awkward fumblings between her thighs. Nor. was it the tumblings of one in difficulty from lack of light, but lack of experience. An icy-hot tingle shot through her and for a moment she couldn't really believe it, yet when the fumblings continued to accomplish nothing she was convinced.
She was about to be taken by a virgin!
From long habit her hands moved toward the point of connection, then she caught herself just in time. Let him keep trying for a bit. A big grin stole over her face and laughter gathered in her throat. She choked it off quickly and lay perfectly still; her knees peaked, but her feet were on the bed.
The untrained attempts of the lad to locate the proper spot grew desperate after a minute, so desperate Cherry sensed his acute embarrassment and suddenly she was sorry for him. After all, everybody had a first time. There was no cause to let him humiliate himself any further. With this in mind she put her hands down between the to end the difficulty.
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Christ! She jerked them back as if she'd touched fire. It wasn't possible! Cautiously she reached down between them again, her fingers exploring. They told her it not only was possible, but that she was touching the proof of it. Her mouth became dry with heart-hammering excitement as she continued to explore. A tremulous breath escaped her. Merciful heavens! The boy was built like a stud horse; like a full grown stall ion. Further down went her hands, in search of his jewels. Again the icy-hot tingle shot through her when she found them. Big as ripe peaches they were, with a lot more fuzz and swinging in a pouch reaching almost to the bed.
The feverish hunger that suddenly seized her forbade further hesitation. At least she was going to try receiving him, even if he were larger than Jason. And by her own measurements Jason was a fraction over twelve inches and exactly eight inches around. Still ... she was determined to try.
Instead of drawing him to her, as she had done his predecessors, she opened her cleft wide as possible and held it thus with her thumbs while she squirmed down in the bed. When satisfied with her distance she depressed the giant assuager with extended fingers, trembling from its hot kiss as it was positioned. One hand held it in place while she ignored her sister's instructions of not talking to the men, and drew his head down to her lips.
"Be gentle." She breathed the whisper into his ear. "You're so huge. "She felt him nod as she braced herself to receive.
The boy did as she asked, though she sensed his nerve-taut, muscle-taut anxiety to drive the big pale all the way. At first he merely pushed with his hips, like a novice, but after a few moments commenced moving his hips in inexperienced circles. To afford him smoother ingress Cherry placed her hands on his hip bones and raised her feet, holding them high and wide in the air, at the same time wriggling her buttocks.
A sharp grunt escaped her on first penetration. For one fleeting second she feared her hips would be pried apart and quickly darted a hand down between them, grasping the massive invader firmly just behind the head to prevent any sudden thrust. Surprise enveloped her. Simultaneously she felt the pumping of his rod and the scalding surges of man-seed gushing into her belly.
And he barely had it started in! Bless his young, patient heart. With him a virgin, too. She had expected rougher treatment because of this once he had it started. Slowly she lowered her feet to rest them comfortably against the back of his knees and by this time the rivulet had stopped pumping through their connector, yet she still maintained her grip on it. The pumping had deposited a delicious ball of heat in her lower belly and impulsively she kissed his chest, .delighted to discover she could easily reach either of his nipples because of their difference in height.
Still holding his rod with one hand, she again drew his' ear down to her lips.
"Go ahead, but go very, very slow." When this got no response she spoke again. "Will you .go slow?" This time he nodded, but she still held his head close. "What made you come so soon?" He shook his head. "Can you again?" Again he nodded. "How many times? Two? Three? Five? Ten?" Even when she reached ten he was still nodding his head, which Cherry released with a joyous sigh.
Could it be she had chanced upon a lusty young stallion as over-sexed as she? If so, this would be a day to cherish in memory. Her darling Jason could match her, of course, but not until he recovered.
Very gently the boy began applying pressure with his hips and very gently his colossal torpedo began easing up into the inner woman. Cherry was forced to bite her lips to prevent a scream of rapture from filling the room. She lay motionless under the boy as she felt herself being stuffed; as she felt the now well lubricated phallus moving through her hand, which gripped it loosely. Then she withdrew the hand, no longer concerned that his size or roughness from inexperience would cause her pain.
ll p and up the thing inside her kept creeping, up until she was beginning to wonder if it would choke her-if it would ever stop. But finally it did, and for a long minute they both lay motionless. She could hear the boy's ragged breathing in her ear. Dimly she was aware of hushed whispers coming from the other bed where her sister was getting screwed, and a wave of sympathy washed over her. There was no way Emma could be as lucky as she or as thoroughly pleased.
Just then the lad gathered his muscles and commenced a rather awkward advance-withdrawal action which smoothed out after several long, deep strokes. By that time Cherry was floating on pink-tinted clouds of cozy bliss and was ready to accept the Herculean climax which she knew must be coming when the boy thrust his colossus to the very hilt in her tummy. Stubbornly he held it there, his slender body quaking as he gnashed his teeth through another orgiastic eruption.
"Sheesh!" Cherry grinned in the darkness. A second one already! For a novice he was doing himself proud.
On impulse she sought and found one of his nipples, seized it with her lips and began sucking vigorously while she laved it with her tongue. This so startled the boy he almost jerked free of her, but recovered quickly and once more began his action.
Back and forth, back and forth his great pacifier slid between her thighs, caressing her innermost regions-where even Jason had never caressed her before. The sap of his vigorous youth was hot in her belly and she again floated on the pink cloud.
This time, she told herself as she rode easily under him, this time for sure I'll go all the way.
Nor was she wrong-except that her climax was in no wise the Herculean one she had expected. It arrived softly, gently, even timidly, but with a rare, pure sweetness that brought tears to her eyes and unbelievable joy to her heart. And it didn't come alone. Just before it reached her, she felt for the third time the heat from the boy's release high up in her belly.
She moaned softly, clutched the flesh of his rib cage and writhed under him as the sweetness seeped through her body, remotely aware of the boy's grinding teeth and shuddering frame. The sweetness lingered, giving her delicious relief again and again, fading after each visitation only to return. Above her, during his third climax, the boy never even paused in his action.
In a dim corner of her mind Cherry attributed this to the fact that her own orgasm showed no signs of forsaking her. There was no way she could know, or even suspect, that she had become victim of the most profound mystery ever to confront students of biology and human anatomy-a mystery referred to by these students as the continuous sexual climax.
And so, in her ignorance, Cherry continued to writhe and gasp and clutch from the sweetness while the boy continued his advance-withdrawal rhythm. Before long she entered into the dream world of semi-reality; as time passed, as the boy grinding away at her straddle kept charging the slope of victory time and time again, Cherry never left the summit above that slope. She remained on it, the sweetness never deserting her.
Therefore, cozily ensconced in her dream world of perpetual orgasm, she never knew for sure when the boy withdrew completely and staggered from the room. Nor did she hear the sound of the door latch after he'd gone, but thought it was the boy who mounted her, thrust the hardened cock between her thighs and began to pump vigorously.
Her condition would have returned to normal had not the door latch kept snapping each three or four minutes. But it did keep snapping. And the sweet fire stayed with her. During this time, in which the latch snicked repeatedly, she never ceased to sob and gasp and writhe on the bed.
"Cherry McIvers!"
The words echoed through Cherry's rapture sodden brain over and over, as if someone were yelling them through a tunnel. Other words echoed.
"Cherry. What's the matter? Don't tell me you've been asleep." And they were followed by gales of hearty feminine laughter.
At a snail's pace at first-then faster-Cherry-returned to the sharp clarity of the world of sight and sound.
"Has he gone?" she mumbled thickly, smiling a mite foolishly from scattered remnants of sweet ecstasy still remaining.
"Yes. He's gone, whomever you're referring to, and so have the others. Mercy. Look at that bed. I told you I" put towels in the bed board. Here, take my hand and I'll help you. We both need a shower."
First; medium temperature water, next steamy hot, at last the cold and Cherry was her sparkling, vivacious self once again. They laughed and played and giggled under the invigorating spray like a couple of children, discussing their recent adventure as will two school girls after their first big date.
"I feel almost like a complete woman once again," Cherry finally sighed dreamily. "He was so ... so ... I don't know. He was just about the best there can possibly."
"He?" Emma cuddled her breasts under the shower to rinse them of soap. "Who is this 'he' you keep talking about. There was more than one, you know."
"The third one." Cherry was bent from the waist, ' the luscious globes of her derriere backed under the water. "The last fell ow to come into the bed-room."
Emma Markham stared at her sister's back in dismay, unable to comprehend the other's meaning. "The last one to come in? What, on earth are you talking about?"
"The boy, Emma." She turned to face her sister. "First there were two older men and then the boy.
He couldn't have been more than sixteen or seventeen, and he was built like a stallion. He almost drove me crazy. Do you know ... I suspect I was the first piece he'd ever had." Memory tingled between her thighs and she smiled dreamily.
"ll nh-huh. I know the one you're speaking of. It could be he was a virgin, you lucky brat, but he was far from being the last one. I had to remind him twice about the quickies before he'd leave. You must have hit him pretty hard, too."
"He wasn't the last?" Cherry stared through the falling spray dumbfounded. "But ... but ... "
"Little sister," Emma chuckled in delight, not understanding what had happened but enjoying the moment nevertheless. "The reason I said you must have hit that boy pretty hard is because he is the only one of the fifteen that didn't get into my bed."
"FIFTEEN?" Cherry boggled, mouth agape.
"They rotated. First one bed, then they'd leave and when they came in again, the other bed. The boy was the only one who didn't come to mine. You must have drained him completely."
"Fifteen!" Cherry couldn't collect her wits. Her eyes were large and puzzled from trying to remember, also not understanding what had happened. "Great God and cream cheese!"
Emma grinned. "I hope you aren't complaining. But I keep forgetting you've never been to a blackout party before."
"A what?" Cherry was still struggling with her emotions, trying vainly to remember the twelve other men.
"The initiation. Under different circumstances it would be called a blackout party. That's what it was, actually, though some call it a she-bang or gang-bang."
"Fifteen," Cherry murmured above the sound of the shower, still not understanding, but accepting, her lovely face cast in lines of purest contentment. "Think of that. Fifteen." Then she repeated the word in glad dismay. "Fifteen. I can't wait to tell Jason."
"He'll never know if you don't tell him."
"Not tell him? I wouldn't think of such a thing. How long were we in the bedroom?"
"I don't know. I sort of lost track of time myself, but it must be around two-thirty or three o'clock."
"Do you suppose Jason and I will be admitted as members of Camp Sunair?"
"I'd say you'd be admitted with flying colors. What say we fly out there this weekend? Will Jason want to go?"
"Very much. He wants us to join Stan and Marsha's friendship club, too. Tell me, Emma, do you know why they started swapping around with other couples?"
"Stan and Marsha? I know exactly why. I told you I've been with both. And I can give it to you in one sentence. Stan's a satyr and Marsha's a nymphomaniac."
"You mean ... they both must have lots of sex with a wide variety of sex partners?"
Emma nodded, reaching for a towel. "And a wide variety of sex, too. You know the way Marsha insists on being screwed sometimes?"
"How?"
"Two men at once."
"She ... nurses on one while another diddles her?"
"Huh-uh. One man lies flat on his back and she straddles him, impaling herself on his gadget and leaning forward on his chest. Then the second man mounts them both and takes her from the rear."
"You're kidding!"
"I'm not kidding. I've seen it happen at Camp Sunair."
"And they belong there too? But I should think it would hurt."
"Not Marsha. She loves it." Then Emma said, "Yes. They belong to Sunair. That's where I met them."
"I wonder if Jason found your note and card, and kept that appointment with Dr. Louise Gavin."
"I hope so. You're really anxious for him to get well-aren't you?"
"I'll say I am. Otherwise we can never screw again."
CHAPTER 8
JASON DID KEEP THE APPOINTMENT EMMA had made for him with Dr. L.R. Gavin. On awakening he showered leisurely and wandered into the kitchen, expecting to find Cherry preparing their breakfast. Instead he found the note and business card propped against a coffee cup on the table.
Why not keep the appointment, he thought, on reading the note. Emma was right. Another psychiatrist's opinion and diagnosis might be of value. Certainly it could do no harm and he was willing to do almost anything that would enable him to make love with his sweet little wife again.
He checked his watch. If he wasted no time he'd be able to dress and grab a bite to eat downtown before going to the doctor's office.
At one minute before three o'clock that afternoon, Jason walked into the comfortable, professionally appointed offices of Dr. L.R. Gavin.
"Dr. Gavin is expecting you, Mr. McIvers," the stiffly starched, white uniform behind the front office desk told him as he followed her into the interior of the building. But Jason McIvers was not expecting Dr. L.R. Gavin.
That is, he was not expecting the doctor to be a slender, graceful, peaches-and-cream-complexioned redhead with green eyes that went perfectly with the hip-hugging, pale-green outfit she had on. She smiled warmly when the receptionist introduced him, rose from behind her desk and approached with hand extended.
"I know," she laughed softly, interpreting his expression. "All psychiatrists should be short and pudgy with bay windows and thick glasses." Her voice was deep and rich, and her red hair lay close to her head in a short, boyish bob. "But you can see I'm not."
"Yeah," he gulped, struggling to get his eyes back in, sounding like a self-conscious freshman at the senior prom.
"Emma told me something about your problem when she phoned for the appointment, Mr. McIvers," she said-when they were seated. "And Dr. Goldberg was kind enough to send me your records when I called him this morning. The problem you are having with Mrs. McIvers is not actually a common one, but by the same token it's by no means a rare one either. In all probability the condition can only be relieved by closely following Dr. Goldberg's recommendations."
"Emma left me a note. She mentioned a new kind of drug. You've had a lot of success with that, according to her."
"Straccalzine? That's true. But never in a case where the man was unable to achieve erection with his wife. I don't mean that straccalzine has failed in such cases. I have just never used straccalzine in a case similar to yours before. The drug is yet too new for anyone to know precisely what its capabilities are. It does remove certain forms of mental blocks. Whether it will remove yours remains to be seen."
"And the time? Will it take long?"
"Just a few minutes. But you're my last patient for today. The receptionist has been told she could leave when you arrived." She pointed toward a dimly lit room to one side of the office as she rose to her feet. "Take off your coat and shirt and lie down on the couch in there. I'll be with you in a moment." From a stainless-steel cabinet she took a glass' syringe with a wicked looking needle and a little brown bottle of fluid.
The couch Jason stretched out on was almost as big as the king size bed he and Cherry had at home. Thoughts of his petite Cherry brought a smile to his lips. Last night had done wonders for the girl. His' smile grew at recalling her blissful contentment when he carried her upstairs. After Stan finally got Marsha awake and the two of them left, they had lain talking in the darkness of their bedroom for a" long time.
Her enthusiasm and eagerness to join both the friendship club and Camp Sunair thrilled and delighted him. It was further proof of her intense desire for him to return to normal so they could make love again.
He was still smiling when Dr. Gavin's infectious laughter broke his train of thought. She stood beside the couch with the syringe in one hand and a wad of cotton in the other.
"I can't imagine what you're thinking about," she told him. "But you look like you might be seeing angels."
"I was thinking about my wife, Dr. Gavin."
"You're a very lucky couple, according to Emma. And since my best friend is your sister-in-law, I'd much rather you called me Louise if I may call you Jason,"
"All right, Louise. Where do we go from here."
"Hold still just a moment and I'll show you," He barely felt the sting of the needle when she injected the straccalzine into his arm. "And now what?"
"And now, Jason, we sit and talk a bit."
"Until I go gah-gah?"
She smiled, shaking her red head. "You won't go gah-gah. In fact, the sting of the needle in your arm is the only way you'll know you've had a shot."
"Then how'll we know if the drug is effective?"
She hesitated only a moment before laughing heartily. "Do the same thing to your wife you did to Emma last night and we'll know it's effective." Her laughter increased at his expression;
He raised to his elbows. "Emma told you?"
"Of course she told me. We're very close. As close as she and your wife are."
He relaxed back on the couch. "Well I'll be goddamned."-
"Don't look so surprised, Jason. For heaven's sake. Emma and I have no secrets from each other. Your wife's name is Cherry, isn't it? Well, Cherry called Emma right after Emma's plane flew in from Paris, and told her all about your problem. Emma immediately called me. If straccalzine doesn't remove your mental block I can tell you what will in two words."
Jason snapped erect on the couch. "What?"
"Camp Sunair."
"Kee-rist," he muttered, lying back once more, a forearm over his eyes. "Is there anything you don't know about me in this matter?"
"Not if your sister-in-law knows it. She's that deeply interested in your getting well, both for your sake and your wife's. Besides, Jason, I'm Camp Sunair's psychiatrist. You couldn't join without my interviewing you first anyway."
"What about Cherry? Won't you have to interview her too?"
She shook her head. "Emma has been asked to take care of Cherry's part of the joining-up procedure ... "
"You ... go to Camp Sunair, Louise?"
"Every chance I get."
"And ... and...?"
"Yes again," she smiled, anticipating his question. "I take part in the chief activity. A well-rounded sex life makes for a normal, healthy life as well." Then she said it as casually as if she were asking the time of day. "As a matter-of-fact, I was about to ask if you would object to me joining you on the couch."
Jason laughed suddenly. "Is that part of your procedure with all your patients?" He felt good inside.
"No," she said, joining in his laughter. "But it is part of your procedure in being accepted into Camp Sunair. The Governing Board is curious to learn if you will have sex outside the family circle."
"I thought Emma told you."
"She did, but the Board wants my first-hand report."
"What do you think? Will I have sex outside the family circle, Louise?"
"I think so. If not "with me, you will with someone else."
"You're a very beautiful woman. Why wouldn't I want to have sex with you?"
"I don't know." The light did wonderful, sparkling things to her hair when she shook her head. "But if you don't let me join you on the couch, I'd like to find out."
Deep-chested laughter tinged with excitement rolled from his lips. "With a girdle on?" He was liking her more by the minute. "Look, I've got a better idea." Jason got to his feet and reached for his shirt. "Cherry and Emma should have returned by now from wherever they'd gone. Why don't you go home with me and we'll both find out if your straccalzine has cured my affliction."
"You'd let me watch you try with Cherry?" she grinned hugely.
"I will. What do you think of that?"
"I think that would cinch your membership at Sunair. Come on. Let's go I"
"And then of course if the straccalzine doesn't remove my mental block, you and I can go down in the rumpus room. You can take your girdle off down there."
She puckered her full lips at him and wrinkled her nose saucily. "For your information, Mr. Smarty, I don't wear a girdle."
They reached the McIvers estate forty-five minutes later. They found Emma's low-slung sports car in the driveway, and in the library they found Emma herself, curled up in an easy chair with a volume of Omar Khayyam. She was overjoyed that Jason had brought Louise Gavin home with him, and more so when Louise explained carefully her reason for coming.
"But Cherry is asleep," Emma said. "When we finished downtown she ate an enormous meal at a restaurant and hit the bed soon as we got here."
"Just what did you girls suddenly have to go downtown for in the first place?" Jason wanted to know.
Emma gave her brother-in-law a secret smile. "Huh-uh," she smiled. "I want Cherry to tell you."
"Did everything go off all right downtown?" Louise asked Emma mysteriously.
"Cherry loved every minute of it," Emma told her.
Louise looked at Jason. "If Cherry's asleep, I guess that knocks our little experiment in the head."
"Not necessarily." He removed his coat and began unbuttoning his shirt, grinning at Emma. "You might as well watch this too. Let's all go into the bedroom."
The petite, naked figure of Cherry McIvers lay spread-eagled on the king-size bed, her head turned to one side, and her cone-shaped breasts rising and falling with the measured rhythm of deep, restful slumber. Jason heard Louise Gavin catch her breath sharply when he finished taking off his clothes, her green eyes focused at the apex of his thighs on the huge appendage dangling toward his knees. She raised her eyes to meet his as if reluctant to do so.
"You're going to try on Cherry while she's a-sleep?"
"I am," he said. "That is, if I can get this temperamental gadget of mine to stand up."
"Maybe I can help," Emma laughed. "I have before." With this, she extended a hand and hefted his big jewels lovingly. At once Jason's enormous cudgel bucked upward to stand at an acute angle along his bell y. Again Louise caught her breath sharply.
"You said he was well endowed," she whispered to
Emma. "You just didn't say how-well."
Since the three had entered the bedroom, Cherry hadn't moved. She still lay with her arms straight out from the shoulders and her shapely legs thrown wide.
To Emma, Jason said, "Make sure I'm really ready," at which she released his jewels and wrapped her long fingers around the shaft to begin massaging back and forth. Louise eyed these proceedings with parted-lip fascination.
"Now let's see if the staccalzine had any effect on me at all." He stepped upon the bed and took a leaning position over his naked wife. "Emma, if you'll give me a hand, perhaps we can perform this experiment without waking Cherry up-if the drug has no effect, that is. But if my affliction is cured, if the straccalzine has removed my mental block, the two of you are going to see this little girl get the screwing of her young life."
At once Emma was on her knees on the bed beside them. "What is it you want me to do, Jason?"
Resting his weight on one straight arm, he reached down with his free hand and parted Cherry's cleft. "Guide me," he said, keeping his hand on his wife's pussy until Emma reached between them, grasped his cudgel and aimed, the knob-like head. Slowly Jason lowered his weight. The instant the end of his shaft touched his wife it began losing tension. By the time he dismounted from the bed it was completely limber. He looked at Dr. Louise Gavin.
"So much for straccalzine, doctor." There was no disappointment in his voice. He hadn't really expected anything from the drug. It all seemed too easy.
Louise shrugged and smiled wryly. "We tried. I guess Camp Sunair it is."
The phone on the night-stand beside the bed rang, and Emma grabbed it up quickly, glancing to see if it had awakened her sister. After identifying herself, she listened a moment, then covered the mouthpiece with a palm. "It's Stan Constiner," she said toJ asOn. "He and Marsha want to know if you and Cherry are tied up for the evening." Without waiting for him to answer, she spoke into the phone once more. "Yes they are, Stan. Perhaps tomorrow night." She replaced the phone and said to her brother-in-law, while looking at Louise: "I didn't know you were bringing company home with you, Jason. I have a little surprise waiting for you down in the rumpus room."
"I'll go." Louise turned toward the door.
"Hold it." Jason caught her by the arm. "I'd like for you to stay. Please." He kept his grip until she answered.
"Thanks Jason. I will." She looked at Emma, a smile touching her lips. "Who is the surprise?"
"You know her. Darris Redmund."
"Darris Redmund!" Louise looked shocked. "She's only a child!" Her eyes dropped to Jason's wilted colossus. "She couldn't handle that."
Emma's brown eyes sparkled with mirth. "She's anxious to try." Then she explained, "Jason needs a wide variety of women as quickly as possible. Since Cherry can't be his sex partner and because I'm a little bushed from this afternoon, I asked Darris to lend a hand. She was thrill ed to death." She looked at her friend with the flame-colored hair. "I didn't know then that you would come home with Jason, Louise."
"Perhaps I should go anyway, Jason," Louise said.
"Not on your life. This has all the earmarks of a very interesting evening." He grinned at his sister-in-law. "What did you and Cherry do downtown this afternoon that was so tiring?" He checked his watch. "It isn't quite five. Cherry hasn't been to bed this early in months. What happened?"
"Guess." The mirth bubbled over and she laughed heartily. "But I want Cherry to tell you about it when she wakes up."
"Who is Darris Redmund, by the way?" he asked.
"The niece of a patient of mine, Jason," Louise said quickly. "A charming girl, really, but ... " She looked at Emma. "Is she honestly old enough?"
"Of course. She's big enough and says she's old enough, so that's all that really counts. Over and above this, she's terribly anxious."
"Louise, you will stay, won't you?" Jason asked.
"I'm staying."
"Good. You girls chit-chat for a while. I'm going down to the rumpus room."
"Enjoy yourself," Emma chuckled.
At the doorway he turned to Louise. "Perhaps you should come downstairs and watch," he smiled at her. "Then you could give Sunair's Governing Board a play-by-play account of the proof that I do have sex outside the family circle."
She nodded slowly, answering his smile. "Maybe I will be down a little later."
Seconds later Jason was going silently down the stairs that led to the rumpus room, wondering what this Darris Redmund looked like. When he got to the bottom he found out.
Since his descent had been on bare feet it had also been silent, and he stood there at the bottom of the stairs just outside the lighted area covering the padded floor and the two beds at the far end. The girl waiting for him was unaware of his presence as she cart-wheeled around on the mattresses, wearing nothing more than she'd had on at the moment of birth.
As he stood watching the lights play on her limbs and body his cudgel bounced to attention and, after .one good look at the girl's face, he realized why Louise had been so concerned about her age. Darris Redmund had the innocent, artless face of an ing'nue.
The rest of her body was not that of an ing'nue far from it. Though not quite as tall as Cherry, her figure was much more developed; with heavy breasts that bounced and jiggled as she wheeled about, and legs considerably heavier than his wife's, though every bit as shapely. Actually, the girl leaned toward plumpness; in .a few years she would either have to be extremely careful about her diet, or get very fat.
But the here and now were all Jason was interested in. For a few moments longer he stood watching, his cudgel so hard it ached, then she saw him standing there.
"Hi." She waved at him. "If you're Mr. McIvers, you're supposed to screw me."
CHAPTER 9
"I'M JASON MCIVERS." HE STEPPED UNDER the lights and moved to where she stood.
She planted her fists on her hips, her feet spread, and canted her head sideways like a listening bird.
"You took your time in getting here," she pouted prettily, or tried to pout and didn't quite make it, then burst into an excited giggle. Just then her eyes fell upon his weapon angling up along his belly, and the giggle ceased abruptly. Her blue eyes grew round as she stared. "Boy," she breathed. "Emma was right. You are built like a stallion." She continued to stare. "Gee, Mr. McIvers, I don't know ... " Her voice trailed off.
"Don't know what?" he asked, choosing to ignore her meaning.
"I ... I ... " Her mouth worked a time or two before she answered. "Gee. I've only been with Terry a few times in the back seat of his car and ... " She continued to stare at his cock as, again, words failed her. He had seen the stare before; the same look of rapt fascination.
"Who is Terry?"
"A freshman in my math class."
Jason traveled his eyes over her succulent, near-plump nudity. He had no intention of asking the girl her age. He was afraid to. As Emma had said, she was big enough, in looks at least.
"Are you afraid?" he asked.
"I don't know."
"You may dress and leave if you like." He knew she wouldn't leave. He knew the expression in her eyes too well.
"Oh, no," she said quickly, lifting her gaze and locking it with his. "I don't want to do that."
"Good," he grinned, taking her by the arm and leading her to one of the beds. "How did you and Terry make love?" He stretched out flat on his back on the nearest bed, and after hesitating awkwardly a moment, Darris sat down on the edge of it.
"Well ... we'd kiss a while, and I'd take off my pants and we'd get in the back seat and ... he'd do it to me." Her hands played with each other in the valley formed by her thighs.
"Did he ever do this?" He pulled her toward him, took one of her big breasts in his hand and seized the nipple with his lips.
"Haak!" The sharp, desperate sound cracked around the room as she jerked free. For a moment she staged at him in stunned silence, the expression replaced by one of wondrous gladness. "Oh Mr. McIvers," she breathed rapturously, cupping the breast in her hand and offering it to him again. "Do it some more."
This time she did not jerk away when his lips took the nipple, but whimpered feebly and commenced to shiver as one cold. Jason knew she was not cold. Torrid heat flowing from her young and tender body told him that; and one hand journeyed a short distance to the nest between her closed thighs. She squirmed on the bed to open them and his searching fingers found her cleft.
Then he remembered noticing the area at the apex of her plump thighs when he'd first seen her cartwheeling around on the padded floor. Instead of the thick, curly fleece to which he had become accustomed, his hand encountered nothing more than a thin, misty spray of pubic down. Cautiously he worked his forefinger into the top of the little valley, located her passion switch and began strumming it rapidly.
"I ... I'll go if you don't stop," she cried weakly. Jason stopped, withdrawing both his finger and his lips.
"Don't you like the way I make love?" he teased. "Oooh, Mr. McIvers. It's so good I can't explain."
"Shall we try doing it?"
She nodded, blinking rapidly to prevent the tension of the moment from bringing tears to her eyes as she shifted her glance to his crotch. "But I don't know if we can. Terry isn't near anything as big as you."
"Tell you what; why don't you straddle my waist and sit down on it. That way you can go as far as you like and as fast. If it hurts you can stop."
"like this?" She moved with alacrity, throwing a lush thigh across his lower belly.
"That's right." Heat from the girl's body was terrific. "Now raise up higher on your knees."
"Gee, Mr. McIvers, I never even imagined you could do it like this. Now what do I do?"
With one hand he pushed his rigid cock erect. "Get it started and then ease down. That's all there is to it."
She planted her almost naked cleft against the blunt end of his invader, maneuvered her hips until it snugged into the little valley, then paused.
"Oh," she wailed in a tiny voice. "Oh ... oh."
Her hips refused to remain still, but began at once searching for a way to swallow his great weapon. They found none. Jason laced his fingers behind his head and lay watching their frenzied efforts. Darris' lovely young face was set in lines of stubborn determination as these efforts continued; until she realized they would remain fruitless until she changed tactics.
Jason was becoming anxious when she forced herself to remain still, placed one hand between her smoldering thighs to hold his rod in place, inhaled deeply, clinched her jaw and gave a quick, short bounce down against him. Her sharp bark of pain was followed immediately by a triumphant smile.
"I knew I could. I ... ooomm, but that feels good."
"You've hardly started," Jason chuckled. His bowels moved greasily from his need when the head of his rod vanished into the scalding heat of her young and tender pussy. Slowly she began once more to work her hips in all directions, gradually lowering herself and swallowing the huge attender up into her body.
"But it's more than a start now," she grunted, looking down, enamored by what she was doing. Due to her having little besides a thin pubic fuzz Jason missed nothing, feeling the fierce heat of her fiery, juicy youth creep down his rod in proportion to her descent, knowing without question that soon the spasm of orgiastic upheaval would be upon him.
Half way down the shaft she stopped, her face crimson, the rest of her body flushed a warm pink. Only by sheer force of will alone did Jason prevent the geyser in his loins from erupting just from sight of her semi-impaled lusciousness. Her knees were bent and her hands rested on her thighs, with her leaning forward and looking down.
"Darris?"
"Sir?"
"Why did you stop?"
"I want to watch. Can I put my hands on your chest, Mr. McIvers?"
"If you like." Right then Jason would have permitted her anything in order for her to hasten her impalement. She leaned forward, bracing herself against his chest, her head bent forward as far as possible, her eyes fixed on the point of coupling.
"Gee whiz," she gasped as she began moving her hips and slowly sinking upon the shaft. "Just look at that, will you! When I first saw how big it was I just knew we couldn't do anything. Watch it go in deeper and deeper. I'm beginning to feel like a stuffed turkey at Thanksgiving."
Moments later the shaft was lost from sight, completely hidden in the dark mystery of her greedy belly, the burning hot kiss of her young straddle stretched tightly around the base of it. Thus thoroughly impaled she sat upright again, her eyes sparkling over her victory, a radiant smile on her face as she beamed proudly at him. A gusty sigh escaped her parted lips.
"There now, Mr. McIvers. It's all done."
With no warning her face crumpled. Tears streamed from her blue eyes. Even with his climax slowly sneaking up on him, Jason stared at her in open-mouthed dismay.
"Darris, what the dickens are you crying for?"
"It ... I ... I can't help it, sir," she sobbed brokenly. "It feels so good I can't help it, Mr. McIvers." She sat there solidly impaled, so solidly the misty blonde fleece of her youthful straddle was intermingled with the adult mat of his own, and tears continued to roll down her cheeks.
Jason's brief dismay was shunted aside by his approaching climax, already too long held in abeyance and determined to vent itself. His long body flinched when it struck. His eyes squinched, his jaw clinched, his breath rattled in his throat as the searing gushes of liquid fire sprang from him to burst high in her inflamed belly.
As abruptly as they had started, Darris' tears stopped. A startled look swept across her face. Her jaw dropped in amazement as the spasmodic deluge of love's lotion was pumped between her young, flawless thighs and the heat of it spread.
"Wha ... what's happening?" she ventured timidly. One look at Jason's rapture-contorted face told her what was happening. The phenomenon taking place inside her told her something else. When his gun went off, a grown man released one helluva lot more joy juice than did a boy she knew named Terry. This, plus the sure knowledge it was her body responsible for the spastic fountain gushing inside her and affording her partner spasms of bliss, triggered an ecstatic holocaust in her belly.
Already keyed to a fever pitch bordering insanity from the all but unbearable goodness of the immense pale thrusting up into her pussy, the sweet agony of sexual climax did not approach Darris gradually. Nor even swiftly. It sledge-hammered her, full force, in the flick of an eye; struck with the heartless savagery of an avenging angel from all points of the compass.
The impact of the assault slammed the air from her lungs and twisted her sideways. Automatically she recovered her position, but in the act of twisting she ground her twitching tingle toggle against the curly mat of hair at the base of the upright shaft. This intensified the shock force of her attacking climax many times over and she screamed.
The final vapors of Jason's seizure were fading fast when this took place, enabling him to grab the girl by the thighs and immediately raise his knees to support her back. Otherwise she would have thrown herself off the bed from the wild, inhuman surges of blind ecstasy boiling through her succulent body. And hold and support her thus was all he could do-except watch.
This he could not refrain from doing even had he wanted to. For the next sixty seconds he witnessed a display of human emotions in the raw the-likes of which he had never seen before. It seemed to him that all the blood in the blonde girl rushed to the external extremities of her body, congesting her face and turning her complexion a deep red.
Her eyes bulged dangerously in their sockets; her mouth was so wide foll owing her scream he could see all of her teeth; her claw-shaped hands pawed the air in futile attempts to catch hold of something ... anything. The rumpus room was fill ed with the swooshing sound of her recovered breathing. He waited for her to scream again. She didn't. Instead she commenced a mindless cluttering noise of such vigor her teeth clicked on occasion.
While all this was taking place she heaved herself this way and that, lunging and bucking as if to throw herself to the floor and free her of the maddening delight thrusting up between her legs. This only caused the impaling cudgel to become a source of even greater agitation, which in turn increased the fury of her climax.
Darris' young body was neither accustomed nor conditioned to withstanding the violence of such a merciless onslaught, yet nature must be served. Nevertheless, something had to give and it did, though not nature. It was Darris. With a weird, piercing shriek that bounced and re-bounded off the walls even after the collapse she pitched forward against Jason's chest, where she lay sobbing and twitching out of control, the epitome of rapture gone berserk.
For some minutes she remained as she had fallen, struggling through the semi-conscious aftermath of nature's vented spleen. Without even attempting to regain her upright position she dragged her leg across him, and rolled to the bed, breathing deeply, her eyes vague.
When they returned from the bathroom a quarter of an hour later, she threw herself to her back on the bed with a tremulous sigh of contentment, her eyes gorging on Jason's naked masculinity as he lay down beside her.
"Did you like it?" he smiled, resting his weight on an elbow.
She nodded eagerly. "Yes sir!" The two words held a world of meaning.
"Better than the boy in your math class?"
"It was never like that with him. Never. Just do it quick like a rabbit and hurry back into the front seat to keep from anyone catching us. That's all it ever is with Terry. And he's so little." She threw an arm across his shoulder, drew herself close and began kissing him furiously on the chest. "I could do it with you forever, Mr. McIvers."
Jason considered going down on the girl, then decided against it. For the moment, at least. She certainly didn't need the build-up, but more than this, he was anxious to serve himself still more with her soft and tender body. Without further ado he hoisted his weight above her, anxious as a school boy himself.
"Open your legs," he whispered. "And raise your knees high as you can."
At once she obeyed. "like this?"
"Exactly." His voice was shaky as he lodged the great, knob-like head of his invader securely within her near naked cleft. "If it hurts let me know and I'll stop."
"It won't hurt. I'm a real woman now, but after this I don't think Terry will ever be able to do anything for me again."
Gently he applied pressure with his hips while she wiggled hers, and Jason felt his massive cudgel slide to the hilt into burning confines of her willing belly. Within the next forty minutes he was thrice favored by a visitation of supreme rapture. The girl's score he did not know. He did know that at the end of the forty minutes she lay limp beneath him, a quivering, mewling mass of satiated sex.
When he withdrew and removed himself, she murmured something unintelligible and rolled to her side. When he returned to the bed after his shower she was sleeping the deep, uncomplicated sleep of undisturbed youth. Why not? he thought, deciding to let her sleep. Then he made his way upstairs to his and Cherry's bedroom, found a pair of pajama bottoms and went into the kitchen, whence came the low sounds of feminine voices and laughter.
"I was just about to come down to your rescue." Louise smiled gladly at him when he entered. She sat at the kitchen table, still wearing her green outfit. Emma, wearing dark slacks and a pale yellow shell had a tiny apron tied about her narrow waist and looked very efficient as she busied herself at the stove.
"Hi," his sister-in-law grinned at him. "Louise went out for steaks and French fries. Is that all right with you-plus a tossed salad? I thought you might be hungry."
"I'm starved." He took a seat at the table across from Louise. "I'm so hungry right now my eyes won't focus."
"It'll be ready in a moment. How did you like Darris Redmund?" She turned from the stove when she asked the question, watching him closely. Louise was also watching him.
"Whew!" he laughed. "Where'd you find her?"
"She's the niece of a friend of mine-a patient of Louise's. She's been after me for weeks to get her a real he-man. Would you say she's content now?"
"I would think so-yes."
"We heard her scream," Louise said, and would have spoken more but Jason shook his head, grinning.
"It wasn't from pain. She was so keyed up I thought she was going out of her mind. She's asleep now. Where's Cherry, by the way."
"The same," Emma said. "Still asleep." She placed a steak in front of him-an inch and a half thick, medium rare, and so large there was no room left on the plate for anything else. "Dig in," she told him, returning a moment later with a side dish of French fries and a bowl of salad. Next she served Louise, then herself, and sat down at the table.
Jason attacked his food hungrily as the three of them ate in silence. The steak was top-round, his favorite cut, and Emma had broiled it exactly the way he liked best, and it was not too tender. As he ate, his mind wandered around to the subject of his peculiar affliction and the delightful adventures he had fallen into since he and Cherry had sat in Dr. Goldberg's office yesterday.
First there was the ravishing Emma, of course, seated across the table from him at the moment, and so much like a taller edition of his own darling Cherry. Then Marsha Constiner with her explosive greediness last night and this afternoon, or evening as it was now, a girl procured for him by his sister-in-law-girl who looked so young he was afraid to ask her age. And all this in less than twenty-four hours! Nor must he forget the lovely Louise Gavin, also seated across the table. He hadn't made her yet, but he felt sure it was only a matter of time. Kee-rist! If his mental block were not removed before long, and if he continued at the rate he was going, he would soon have been in bed with half the female population of the city.
"Jason," Emma smiled at him. "Want to go to Camp Sunair in the morning?"
CHAPTER 10
JASON LOOKED UP FROM HIS FOOD AT HIS SISTER-in-law. Both she and Louise were smiling in his direction.
"How can you know we'll be admitted?"
"Because Louise and I talked with Sam Norris right after you went downstairs with Darris. Besides," her smile changed into a warm chuckle, "Darris is Sam's niece. He knows she's over here. When I told him about me and Cherry this afternoon and Louise told him about your being down in the rumpus room with Darris, well-he said bring you and Cherry to Camp Sunair anytime you wanted to come. Say the word, and I'll go make plane reservations for all of us right now. We can be there tomorrow morning."
"Okay," he grinned broadly, feeling good inside. Hell! He felt like a million dollars. "You've got the word. Go make the reservations."
"For me too, Emma," Louise said as the other girl left the table. "My office is closed on Saturdays."
"Tell me, Louise," Jason said when they were alone. "Do Stan and Marsha Constiner belong to Sunair?"
"Lord yes! They're two of the strongest supporters the camp has. Why do you ask?"
"Because they also belong to some friendship club, as it's called. They've tried to get me and Cherry to join, but they've never once mentioned Camp Sunair."
"Jason, Camp Sunair is about one of the best-kept secrets you'll find. As for the friendship club, I believe that's a separate group Stan and Marsha got together themselves. It doesn't have a regular meeting place though, like Sunair. I one time heard Stan remark that one of these days he wanted to build a camp of his own."
"Does Darris go to Sunair?"
"Not yet. But I believe Sam Norris is going to let her start going soon-on my recommendation."
"Why your recommendation?"
"Because a satisfactory sex life is vitally essential to a happy,'-well-adjusted life." She paused, frowning reflectively and toying with the food in her plate while he waited for her to continue.
"Jason, the insane asylums of this nation contain many thousands of inmates who have been committed because, over a period of time, they have refused to accept-or because of their childhood training were unable to accept-the simple, basic truth that the sex act is a normal function of the human body. Any psychiatrist worthy of the name knows this.
"He also knows that in addition to those kept behind bars and in padded cells, there are many thousands more walking the streets each day who live miserable lives because they have been taught from childhood the naked human body is a shameful thing and that sex is an unwholesome vileness which should be kept hidden in the dark somewhere, and spoken of in whispers.
"Darris Redmund is a normal, healthy young girl with a normal, healthy sex drive which must find expression if she is to lead a happy life. I know of no better place for her to find this expression than at Sunair. Otherwise, in the heat and urgency of need for expression she might become careless, get pregnant, get a venereal disease-any number Of things could happen that could injure her for life. It happens to young girls and boys ever day."
"I see," Jason said thoughtfully. He had never heard the subject explained from her viewpoint before. "But I thought Sunair was founded for the purpose of saving marriages."
"Originally it was. And that still is its fundamental purpose, but over the past few months I've been able to convince Sam Norris and Ed Carson of the value of allowing more unmarried singles of Darris' age group to go there. So far, the project is still in the experimental stage, with only close relatives of established members allowed but I'm convinced the experiment will be a success."
"We're all set," Emma said, coming back into the kitchen and taking her seat at the table. "Our flight leaves in the morning at ten-thirty. We'll be at Sunair long before noon."
"You say Cherry is still asleep?" Jason asked. "She wasn't on the bed when I got these pajamas a while ago."
"She's in one of the bedrooms down the hall. When we got home she took the nearest one. Said she was too exhausted to walk another step." Emma laughed heartily. "She was, too."
"And what about Darris? Is she spending the night?"
Emma shook her head; "But she's going with us to Camp Sunair in the morning. Before I made the flight reservations I called Sam Norris and he said she could go. I'll run her home after awhile so she can get her things. We can pick her up on the way to the airport. And when I return from taking her home I'm coming back and following Cherry's example. I'm a little exhausted myself." She cut her eyes at Louise, a sly smile on her lips. "You may sleep with the man of the house, doctor."
"I think I'll enjoy that very much," Jason grinned. "I've never made love to a doctor before."
Louise laughed. "Have I got anything to say about this?"
Emma shook her brown head. "Not a thing. You're being plotted against, so don't fight the inevitable."
"Ah me," Louise sighed, trying to sound distressed despite the glad smile tugging at the corners of her ripe mouth. "Fate has done it to me again."
"Wait till Jason does it to you. You'll never let fate do it to you any more." Emma rose from the table. "I'll go run Darris home and then I'm going to bed. You two enjoy yourselves."
"Any last-minute instructions, ma'am?" Jason asked her, trying to keep a straight face.
"Right, sir," Emma said in clipped, military tones and standing rigidly at attention. "Orders of the night are as follows: Put one in one and keep it tight like that." She fled the room giggling, laughter of the .others following her.
"She's a case." Louise shook her head slowly when the sounds of Emma's footsteps had died.
"She's a living, breathing angel," Jason said with feeling. "I don't know what on earth Cherry and I would have done if it hadn't been for her. You know .she was in Paris when Cherry first called her, don't you?"
"Yes, Emma told me."
"Well, when that girl hit town things really began happening. To be honest, I wouldn't have known where to turn. I don't know of a one I could have called on to ... to help out, as she got Marsha Constiner and Darris to do. Even if I never do get rid of this damnable mental block, I'll always be humbly grateful to her."
"I wouldn't worry about the block too much if I were you, Jason. It can pass-how does the saying go?-In the twinkling of an eye. It can vanish just that soon."
"Is it-likely to return?"
"I've never known of a case where it did. To be on the safe side, however, if I were you; especially you, I'd continue my visits to Camp Sunair for a few months after the affliction is cured. By all means take Cherry if she wants to go, but you go, regardless."
"She'll go. If I go, I know she will. But you know something? When I can have Cherry I don't need another woman. She's the same way about me, too. In the years we've been married I've never known her to show any interest whatsoever in another man. Simply none."
"You're a very fortunate couple. There's a world of truth in another old saying I recall, which goes:
Familiarity breeds contempt, I see it in my office every day. When the tinsel and glitter of the marriage wears off, and each takes a good second look at the person they married, then things begin to go stale. Stop any of a hundred married people on any street corner in the city, ask them if time could be turned back, would they marry the same person a second time. Over seventy per cent will tell you no, and mean it."
"But why is this? What kind of a society have we evolved into?"
"I can't answer your second question, Jason. Nobody can, because right now the social order is in the process of change. We can only hope it's for the better. As to your first question-sexual incompatibility is the root cause of most divorces and unhappy marriages today. This root cause takes many forms by the time the couple carry their tales of woe to the court room, but sexually compatible couples; simply do not get divorces, and they are not unhappy with each other. They stand shoulder to shoulder and face any calamity, regardless, but they stand together."
"I've always known Cherry and I were lucky. The way you put it makes me realize just how lucky." Jason rose from the table. "Were you serious about sleeping with me tonight?"
The glowing smile which spread over her face Changed it: into something even more lovely to look at. "It wasn't my idea ... but I'm not objecting. I should think, though, that you're getting a little fatigued by now. Still, by sleeping together doesn't mean we have to wrestle all night. We can just sleep, you know." She got to her feet.
Jason slipped out of his pajama bottoms and crawled between the sheets when they reached the bedroom. Louise took a shower, and he lay there listening to the muffled sound of the water. She was right. He was a little fatigued. Considerably more so than he had suspected, for he dozed off while she was bathing, and jerked awake abruptly to find her in the bed beside him.
"I can see right now," she chuckled in his ear, "that you're not able to get any of this red-headed wooly-booger of mine tonight." As she spoke his cock slowly swelled to its full size.
"I wouldn't be too sure about that if I were you," he told her. "Turn on your side away from me and draw your knees up." When she did this he also turned on his side, facing her back, and felt under her buttocks, determining the exact location of the wooly-booger she had referred to. Next he parted the red fleece, ensconced the head of his cock with-in her cleft to his satisfaction, then began working his hips against her, feeling his weapon maneuver its way into her hot belly.
"Now let's go to sleep," he whispered drowsily when the moist kiss of her cunt was about the base of the shaft.
"Go to sleep thi ... this way?"
"Mmmmm ... "
"If you say so, Ja ... Jason."
Some minutes later, as he was drifting into restful sleep, he felt spasming muscles deep inside her squeezing and milking at his rod while she scrouged her buttocks softly against him. Dimly, as from a great distance, he heard the sound of her nails clawing the sheet mingle with her ecstatic whimperings.
"What is a blackout party?" Jason asked his wife as he stood looking out the window of the cottage assigned to them at Camp Sunair. He had been meaning to ask the question since they had awakened this morning, but in the excitement and flurry of the trip down it had slipped his mind.
Both he and Cherry were naked and both wore a small, white plastic disc around the neck with a large black number on each side.
"That's what Emma called it, darling." Cherry was busy hanging up the clothes they'd just removed.
"But what is it, Cherry?" He kept looking at the immaculate grounds of Sunair. Volley ball court. Tennis court. A swimming pool so large it looked like a small, kidney-shaped lake. Outdoor bowling alleys of stainless steel treated with rubber. And this was only the beginning. Fifty acres yet. Broad fields of lush grass dotted with shrubs and flower beds, wooded areas from which the underbrush had been removed. Sunair had cost a fortune to build, and Jason smiled wryly to himself. If it helped him get rid of his affliction it was worth ten times every goddam penny it cost.
"Well," Cherry said. "A blackout party is ... " And she told him about being screwed by fifteen different men in the pitch blackness of Emma's apartment the day before. She placed no emphasis on number three, the young boy who had sent her into orgies of continuous rapture. She concluded with: "Emma said it is also called a she-bang or a gang-bang."
Jason roared with laughter. "And you didn't see a one of them?"
She shook her pretty brown head. "Not a single one."
He was about to reply when he stopped short, his eyes riveted out the window, then he said, "Cherry. Come see this. Quickly!" She dashed to his side. A tiny gasp came to her lips.
"Oh!? She stared in fascination. "Oh!"
Outside on the lawn a man stretched himself flat on his back on the grass, his hardened cudgel bobbing like a club of victory. Beside him stood Marsha Constiner in a frenzie of eager excitement, slightly behind her another man of twenty or so. The moment the first man adjusted himself in a reclining position Marsha jumped astride his hips and dropped to her knees and quickly impaled herself on his weapon. Then she said something over her shoulder to the young man behind her. With alacrity he moved in behind her as she leaned forward, settled his position on his knees and lodged the end of his cock between her buttocks. A serene expression stole over Marsha's face as the young man thrust forward with his hips, driving the member into her body. "Mercy," Cherry murmured. "I didn't know anything like that was possible." She cut her eyes to the side, toward her husband, traveling her eyes up and down the tall, naked frame of the man she loved better than life itself. Almost timidly she stretched forth a hand and took his massive cock. At once it began to wilt. The moment she withdrew her hand, it bucked upright once more. "Oh, Jason," she said, for the first time since their visit to Dr. Goldberg's office a note of distress in her voice. "How much longer is it going to be?"
"I don't know, darling. But I hope to God it isn't long."
"What numbers do you have."
"Two and Four. Yours?"
"Nine and eleven." A sly grin touched her face. "And we're supposed to find those with matching numbers?"
"That's right." He nodded out the window. "Somewhere out there is a man with a nine on one side of his card and another with an eleven. Shall we get started?"
"Jason." She took his arm as they stepped outside the cottage. Her small jaw was clinched. "If your affliction passes while we're here, and you don't look me up that instant, I'll skin you alive."
"Don't worry," he promised, thrilled at her statement. "You don't want this to come to an end any more than I do." He pulled the door of the cottage shut and turned to look at the trio on the lawn nearby.
Marsha Constiner, sandwiched in between the two men, was throwing a screeching, clawing fit. He was about to take a seat on the grass to watch when Darris Redmund dashed up, her young face glowing.
"What numbers have you got, Mr. McIvers?" Her voice was tense with hope.
"Two and four."
"Aw, gee." Her face fell. "I was hoping one of ours might match. She's got number two." Darris turned and pointed toward a small clump of shade trees on the far side, of the swimming pool. "Her name is Wilma something-or-other."
Jason let his gaze follow the direction of her finger. Leaning against one of the trees was a girl, who-at least from a distance-appeared to be no older than Darris. She was a slender slip of a girl, deeply tanned, with white blonde hair that reminded Jason of a halo from the way the sun filtering through the trees touched it.
"Thanks, Darris." He turned to his wife. "I've found one of my numbers," he told her. "I'll see you later." Carefully he began making his way around the pool and toward the clump of trees, side-stepping a number of couples making love on the ground as he did so. One of these couples was his sister-in-law, Emma Markham, and a giant Negro man, beside a cluster of oleander bushes.
"H ... hi," she gasped as he went past.
Farther on he passed the hairy, barrel-chested man who had been introduced to him as Sam Norris upon his arrival. The man was wallowing between Louise Gavin's legs, which were locked about his waist like a wrestler with a scissor hold. Shortly after passing them, Jason paused to stand looking over the terrain. Couples were everywhere. Even as he watched he saw Darris hit the grass with a young man beside her. A moment more and her legs were locked around the fellow's waist much in the same manner Louise's legs were around Norris. He shook his head in perplexity. Had anyone told him a week ago such a place as Camp Sunair existed he would have called him a liar. He shook his head as he started again for the clump of trees. He wasn't so sure he believed it yet.
"Hello," the girl leaning against the tree said, quite casually, when he approached. She indicated the card hanging from his neck by a movement of her head. "I see you have a number two also."
"Darris said you had a two. She also said your name was Wilma something-or-other."
"Would you believe that something-or-other stands for Smith. Rather a common name for such an exotic layout as this, don't you think?" She shoved herself away from the tree and turned to face him. He saw he had been correct in thinking she was nearly the same age as Darris. She certainly couldn't be much older. A burst of brilliance from her hand moving in the sun caught his eye and when he dropped his eyes to it he saw the engagement ring alongside the other.
"Smith is as good a name as any other."
Her eyes followed his to her hand, which she held put, palm down, for him to see better. "I'm a single here," she explained. "I don't know why I still wear these. He's been dead for months now. Sam let me come out here today because he figured I was about to crack up. He thinks Camp Sunair will be just the thing to get me back on the right track-and I believe he's right." A warm, bewitching smile spread over her deeply tanned face.
Jason stood motionless a few feet from the girl, no little impressed by her beauty. True, she was of slight build, though somewhat taller than he'd thought when Darris had first pointed her out; and certainly she had all the curves in the right places. In addition to this, her white-blonde hair was natural. He knew this to be true because that of her pussy was the same shade as the hair on her head and with all the vanity of the female sex, he had yet to hear of one that dyed the hair between her legs.
"Let's go over here in the shade." He took her by the arm and led her back under the trees. "Is this your first time at Sunair?" he asked, as they took a seat on the grass.
CHAPTER ll
"YES." SHE SAT SO CLOSE HER BUTTOCKS TOUCHED his and when he felt the gentle heat of her body his massive cock, riding at half mast since he had circled the swimming pool, snapped erect. Sight of it brought a small gasp of delight from her lips. "Boy," she murmured softly. "His idea of me coming to Sunair was the best idea Sam Norris ever had in his life."
Any idea that he was about to get a cool reception from this girl vanished immediately. "I think it was a good idea, too."
"Just look for a moment." She waved her hands to include the scene around the swimming pool. "Have you ever seen anything like it before in your life? Or even imagined such a place could exist?"
He shook his head slowly, understanding the touch of awe in her words, a big grin spreading over his face. Quickly he counted twenty-nine couples scattered about, .each either recuperating momentarily, or in the midst of some form of the act itself. Even as he counted, a thin-bodied bony man of thirty dashed from behind one of the cottages and raced in their direction. Behind him in hot chase came two giggling girls.
The man's angle of flight took him within a few yards of where Jason and Wilma sat and one of the pursuing girls took a short cut around the clump of trees to intercept him. She succeeded and the three of them tumbled to the grass midst a wild tangle of arms and legs and gales of laughter. One of the girls pretended to hold the man's shoulders against the' ground while the other pounced toward the juncture of his thighs, without hesitation sliding her lips down over his erect penis. The man grunted explosively and ceased his struggles.
"See what I mean?" Wilma said in a low voice. "Where else on earth could you see something like that?" She leaned closer against him and Jason could feel the increased heat of her body.
"Let's get in the act," he said, twisting around so he could lay his head in her lap and with an arm about her shoulders drawing one of her satiny, tanned breasts down to his lips. A raspy, desperate sound burst from her throat when his lips captured the dark-brown nipple. She made the sound again as he began his lip action.
"Seven months of doing without can be seven lifetimes to a girl," she quavered, her head bent down toward his. "Just a little more of this and I'll be coming all over myself."
He withdrew his lips. "Do you want me to stop?"
"Merciful heavens no!" she sobbed. "But what I really want is for you to do me the way that girl over there is doing him." She nodded toward the trio not far away; there, the girl's head bobbed up and down over the bony man's hips. "Just once. As a dessert, sort of, before the full meal."
"Then get on your hands and knees." And when she did, Jason rolled to his back and squirmed his head under her exposed pussy. "Now ease back and down," he instructed, reaching up and around to circle' her thighs with his arms, suspecting she might go berserk when the sweet fire struck. Because her need seemed tremendous, his masculine ego insisted he give her the full treatment, and he didn't want her breaking free in her moment of glory.
Gently he worked the tip of his protruding tongue through her white-blonde fleece and into the hot moistness of the smoldering little valley. He heard breath escape her lungs in a long, sizzling hiss as the end of his tongue began traversing the length of the valley; first up one side and then down the other, but ignoring the pulsating passion switch twitching near the top Of her cleft. He continued these tantalizing ministrations for some minutes, at the end of which Wilma was a quivering, moaning mass of female in agonizing heat.
Momentarily he rested, then stroked her cleft with broadened tongue several times and abruptly seized her fiery rapture toggle between pursed lips to commence tugging vigorously.
Wilma's horrendous scream shattered the relative quite of the area with the force of thunder. Promptly on the heels of the first scream there followed a second. Then a third. By this time the stunning effect of unleashed passions's exploding assault wavered, and she began struggling within the throes of maddening ecstasy. Had not Jason's arms circling her thighs held her firm she would have broken free immediately. Even so, his grip did not hold her still. It merely held her in place so he could continue his action.
Immediately following the initial shock of rapture's attack a fluttering series of weird, inhuman cries trembled from the girl's. The cries soon dissolved into spasmodic burst of incoherent jibberings. She bucked and heaved like a wild thing as both hands clawed chunks of sod loose. These chunks were hurled into the air behind her, much as they would have been from an angry bull pawing the earth. Even when Jason finally released her and withdrew his head from under her steamy crotch bits of earth and grass continued to fall.
She fell heavily to her side as he propped himself on an elbow close by. Her eyes were out of focus as she lay there; her lips still moved, but no sound came, and her belly muscles twitched. Minutes passed before she recovered sufficiently to speak.
"You almost killed me." Accusation was in her tone and to Jason's surprise he noted a tinge of fear in her eyes as they held his. "I thought my heart was going to stop."
"Go on," he chuckled, choosing to disregard the fear. "It's never killed anybody yet."
"How do you know?" she demanded aggressively. "You haven't been present every time a couple were doing it."
He studied her for a long moment before answering. "Why this sudden change of attitude? A few minutes ago you were all for it." Her switch was puzzling. At the moment, forcing his attention on the girl was far from his mind, though he did feel she should reciprocate in some form or other. Certainly she had little to gain by becoming abusive.
"And so you're cutting me off?" He snapped his fingers. "Just like that."
"Exactly, buster." She snapped her fingers in return and began getting to her feet. "Just like that. You get any of this stuff of mine and you'll have to take it." With this she turned and strode from the cluster of trees toward the swimming pool.
Jason sat dumbfounded-but only for a few seconds; only until his mind made the decision for him and he sprang to his feet. Dam a sassy wench who thought she had private stock! Or exclusive stock, anyway. At Camp Sunair? He'd accept her challenge. He'd take some of her stuff, but not because he couldn't get relief from any of a couple of dozen other women on the grounds. He'd take some of it simply because the tone of her voice implied she didn't think him man enough to do it. Besides, he didn't like being called buster. Wilma was twenty-five yards away when he set out in hot, determined pursuit. At that same instant she glanced over her shoulder.
A tiny yelp of fright burst from her lips when she saw him bearing down on her with the speed of an express train. Fleet as a woodland nymph with a lusty satyr on her trail she began skimming over the grass and by the time they reached the near corner of the swimming pool she had decreased Jason's rate of gain to practically nil. Nevertheless, he was still gaining when they neared the first row of cottages-each running with all speed possible-and Jason knew he would have caught the girl by the time she reached the edge of the woods beyond the cottages if luck had not intervened. Luck in the form of Stan Constiner, 'his broker.
Stan stepped from behind one of the cottages as they raced toward it. Only a moment was necessary for him to take in the situation and his voice lifted in a glad shout as he hooked one arm about the fleeing girl's waist as she sped past. The inertia of her interrupted flight threw both to the ground.
Jason was upon them in a flash. Wilma was even faster in breaking free of Stan's arm about her and Jason barely had time to lunge forward, seizing one of her ankles, before she was off and running. He jerked her to the ground again, now thoroughly angry, determined to give her a rodding she would not soon forget.
After a moment's frenzied grappling he had her by the hips, her buttocks drawn tightly against him, and was trying to decide upon the best method of procedure when Stan scrambled to his knees in front of her and slipped an arm around under her neck. Wilma was pitching and bucking like a mustang crazy on loco weed in her efforts to escape the two men, but all to no avail. Despite her struggles, she was helpless in the grip of the two men.
"All right, Jason," Stan Constiner chortled gleefully, enjoying himself no little at being able to take part in a bit of polite rape. "Go ahead! Pour it to her! Give her a good one!"
Jason did not need his broker's advice. Already he had managed to work his way between Wilma's thrashing legs, and the blunt head of his anxious cock was hard against the white-blonde thatch of angel floss under the center of her squirming buttocks. These squirming buttocks, in fact, saved him considerable extra effort, for as Wilma continued her struggles to free herself, all the while whimpering and begging, Jason felt the hot, moist kiss of her cunt on the end of his weapon. He already had a firm grip on her hips; and when he realized what was happening, all he did was lift her knees from the ground, apply pressure with his own hips, and let her wiggle all she pleased. Looking down he saw his massive invader being gradually gobbled up into her belly.
When Wilma realized what was happening it was altogether a different matter, judging from her actions and from the savage noises that came from her lips. By the time the huge attender was buried to the shaft under her buttocks her exertions became so violent she butted the grinning Stan Constiner solidly in the gut. His grin vanished with a surprised grunt and he released her, sagging to the grass with both hands clutching his middle had to let'er go," he groaned.
"I was about to ask you to, anyway," Jason told him. He leaned forward over Wilma, now on her hands and knees, shifted his grip to cover each of her hands with one of his, before she knew what was happening, and growled in her ear.
"All right, Miss Feisty Fanny. Let's see you get away from 'buster' now."
There was no way the girl could get away; not with his legs between her spraddled thighs and his body draped over her and holding onto her hands with both of his. With her thus at his mercy and his big cock sunk to hub, he commenced a vigorous, short-stroked hunching against her rear.
She squealed like a castrated pig and began buck-jumping over the grass. Stan Constiner, recovered from the blow she had given him, crawled along beside them on hands and knees crowing with delight.
"Rod'er, Jason!" he cried in his excitement. "Rod'er good!"
Wilma continued to buck-jump, her actions not unlike those of a horse with its hind-feet tied, and carrying the lustily hunching Jason with her. Strange noises issued from her throat. She tossed her head from side to side, her white-blonde hair flying loose as her contorting hips fought the impaling shaft. Jason knew that within seconds the dam inside his loins would be rent asunder. He was correct.
When the girl under him became aware of the scalding tide of man-seed flooding her inner belly she went berserk, yowling and caterwauling like an over-sexed banshee at rutting time, buck-jumping with the strength of one twice her size, and at one point almost breaking free. But Jason was too far gone in the raptures of orgiastic upheaval to permit this, though he did unconsciously force their elbows to the ground, dropped his full weight against her back and stopped her moving about, never once ceasing his vigorous stud-work at her rear.
As his rapture was slowly fading and his action began to lose its fire he could feel contracting muscles inside her squeezing and milking at his pistoning rod. Only when he realized that she, too, was wallowing in a morass of climactic emotions did he begin to suspect that her fear of his assault had been faked.
"Ye gods!" Stan Constiner said from close beside them as Jason withdrew and Wilma stretched out on the grass, bell y down. "I've never seen anything like it before in my life. Sam Norris said he figured she had a penchant-from something Ed Carson told him one time." He nodded toward the still-quivering Wilma. "She was married for a few weeks to Ed's wife's kid brother, Jimmy, who was killed in an accident a few months ago. Jimmy told Ed that Wanda liked to be chased all over the house before they did it-before she'd let him have it even." He shook his head in wonder. "Man, did she really throw a fit!"
"I can believe that," Jason told him, remembering Wilma's flight and pretended fear. Mentally he shrugged as he got to his feet. Everybody had their preferences. For a short space he stood looking down at the girl who had not yet returned in full to the world of reality. "Let's go for a dip in the pool," he said to his broker, turning toward the water.
"Not me. I'm going to smell me out another piece of strange stuff. There're a few choice broads here I haven't had this thing in yet."
After another glance at Wilma Smith, Jason made his way toward the swimming pool where several men and women were playing in the water.
CHAPTER 12
AFTER A FEW RUNNING STEPS AS HE NEARED the water, Jason hit the surface in a long, low dive. He came up for air once, ducked under again and made for the far side of the pool where he had seen Cherry standing in neck-deep water against the concrete side.
"Hello, darling," she smiled in warm gladness when he surfaced beside her.
"Hello, yourself, Funny Face," he grinned, his heart speeding. Despite all the beautiful and available women at Camp Sunair, or in all the world for that matter, he would rather have five minutes with his wife as his old self than have every damn one of them in his own personal harem.
"Any luck yet?" Her brown eyes searched his face, the sunlight doing wonderful things to the golden flecks in them.
"No, but let's find out for sure."
Her hand searched for him under the water and when she took his limber cock it remained exactly that way-limber.
"Oh Jason!" she moaned in dismay. "When will it ever end?"
"I don't know," he growled, feeling a twinge of her distress. "But if it isn't soon I'll cut this goddamn thing off and send it to Dr. Goldberg as a souvenir."
"Jason! Don't you dare talk like that!" Alarm was strong on her lovely face. "I know you don't mean it, but that's the second time you've said it, and if you keep saying it you might get to thinking it's the only thing left to do. Oh Jason!" She threw her arms about his neck and held him tightly, almost desperately. "Promise you won't even think it. Promise!"
He held her soft warm body close to his in the water, feeling the gentle heat of her nakedness against his. Her legs slipped around his waist, snuggling close, while her face was uplifted for his kiss. She shivered deliciously when he lowered his lips to hers and squirmed her pussy against the base of his weapon under the water. They stood thus, each drinking the sweetness of the other when it happened. And when it did happen, it happened so fast they jerked their lips apart and stared at each other in stunned silence for a heartbeat.
"Jason!" Cherry screamed, a wild gladness shining in her eyes. She released his waist with her legs and scissored his hardened cock between them.
"It's happened!" he shouted at the top of his voice, a furious surge of exhilaration charging through him. He grabbed her petite body and hugged it to him in crazy delight. "Come on." He began clambering from the pool with her right beside him. "Let's get to our cottage!"
Together they raced toward the cottage assigned to them, bursting inside, slamming the door and throwing themselves on the bed, in position before the sound of the closing door died.
"For God's sake hurry!" Cherry said feverishly. With both hands she guided his massive cudgel toward the portal of rapture. The instant the blunt head touched the hotness of her inner cleft, it wilted like a flower in the heat of a blast furnace ...
Jason's harsh oath of bitter disappointment ripped around the room, mingling with his wife's cry of mortal anguish.
"Oh!" Cherry wailed, tears of anger and frustration welling in her eyes as she released him and he rolled to the bed beside her. "How can it be so cruel?"
"Don't cry, sweetheart," Jason said, his heart singing for all his disappointment. After all, his mental block had been shunted aside for abrief time and that was progress of a sort. And in this particular matter any sort of progress brought with it hope. "Don't cry. Just think of what's happened. We almost made it. That's the closest we've come to success since this whole rat-race began. Maybe in another day or two ... " The thought that he'd better get outside and screw every female he was capable of stopped him.
"I know." Cherry dashed tears from her eyes with the back of her hand. "But suddenly I was hoping so hard that it was all finished." Her small jaw clenched in determination. "Maybe if I played with it a while it'd help. Lie flat and spread your legs way wide."
When he did this she hunkered on her knees between his thighs, tenderly administering to his uncooperative cock; massaging it, caressing it, nipping it with her lips and fondling his jewels-but all to no avail. Her efforts gained them nothing. His cock remained lifeless. After several minutes of this, and after both were convinced nothing could be gained by her continuing, Cherry crawled to the side of the bed and sat down. She was about to speak when the cottage door swung open.
"Hello, Jason." Big, barrel-chested, hairy Sam Norris stood in the doorway, a huge grin on his face. Behind him and trying to look over his shoulder was a willowy Negro girl Jason had not seen before. "Let's trade wives," Sam beamed. He moved aside so the girl behind him could enter and Jason was smitten at once by her rare black beauty. "This is Connie," Sam continued. "She's looking for a number four." He pointed to the plastic card suspended from Jason's neck. "Just like that."
"And Connie's your wife?" Jason asked, not understanding.
"I'm somebody's wife," Connie laughed softly. "And I really am looking for number four." She took a seat on the edge of the bed as Cherry got to her feet.
"Cherry," Sam said. "There's a young man out here looking for a number eleven. Said he was a virgin, until a certain blackout party at Emma's apartment yesterday. Isn't eleven one of your numbers?"
"It is," Cherry said quickly, her heart lifting. It had to be the heavily hung young man who had studded her into such orbits of bliss the day before.
"He's down by the pool," Sam told her as she made her way out the door. "You two have fun." He winked at Connie and Jason as he drew the door shut and left them alone. Connie lost no time in coming to the point.
"You like black pussy, white man?" she grinned hugely.
"I don't know," Jason told her honestly. "I've never had any before." He appreciated the girl's straightforward attitude.
"Well , Pink Toes," she said with conviction, "I think you're just about to get some." She leaned across his thighs and took his lifeless weapon in a black hand. It literally snapped erect. "Hmmm," she mused, still grinning, her eyes aglow from the size of his invader. "That's quite an accomplishment to have so recently given Wilma Smith the work-out you did."
He chuckled. "You saw that?"
"Everybody at Camp Sunair who wasn't busy at the time saw it. We couldn't help it, the way she carried on. Man, that was a stall ion-like job if I've ever seen one." She levered his cock toward her and wrapped her ripe fuH lips around the head of it. Jason grunted but otherwise lay motionless, watching as she rolled her mouth around and around, her tongue beating a mad tattoo.
"Keep that up, Connie, and you'll get a mouth full of gravy."
She withdrew and smiled. "That goes with the steak." She glanced at her wrist watch. "Which reminds me; I'm starved. It's after one." She wagged his pacifier playfully. "D'you suppose we could go grab a bite of lunch before you start stirring around in this wooly black pussy with this white torpedo?"
"I'd like that," he said, swinging his feet to the side of the bed. In his excitement over coming to Camp Sunair for the first time he'd skipped breakfast, as had Cherry, Louise and Emma, and now he was hungrier than he had been in a long time.
"Screw a lot, eat a lot, screw a lot more," was Sam Norris' motto for the members of Camp Sunair; his belief in this motto was evinced by the abundance of food served in the communal dining room. When he and Connie reached the dining room he searched it quickly with his eyes for his wife, but could not locate her.
"Over here, Jason." It was Emma, at a table with the red-haired Louise, motioning for them to join.
"How's the affliction?" Louise asked as he and Connie sat. down. She listened carefully while he explained what happened to him and Cherry in the swimming pool, of their race for the cottage and their failure, then she nodded. "A week more, with another half dozen women or so and I predict you'll be your old self again."
"I believe I'm being left out on something," Connie said, filling a plate for both herself and Jason. Her eyes grew round with surprise when he explained his strange mental block regarding his wife and their reasons for coming to Camp Sunair. She accepted the story after commenting it was not easy to believe. "And furthermore," she continued, "from what I saw back in the cottage a few minutes ago, I, for one, am certainly glad I'm not your wife."
"Where is Cherry, by the way?" Jason asked, beginning on his food with enthusiasm.
"She's about." Emma looked over her shoulder and through the large glass doors opening toward the tennis court. "I saw her a few minutes ago with the youngster that was up at the apartment yesterday."
Connie's hand moved under the table, then came to rest in Jason's lap and his torpedo snapped to attention. "Finish your meal, Pink Toes," she whispered. "There is something back in your cottage that must be done."
"Sounds interesting," Louise said, her adoring eyes on him. "If time permits I want another crack at that monster you lug around between your legs."
"Humph," Emma grinned over her glass of wine. "I thought you slept with him last night.", "I did, and I had an even half dozen wet dreams, but he was asleep also, so that doesn't count."
"You both may have him when I'm finished," Connie told them. "Though a lot of good he'll be to you right then."
"How so?" Louise asked.
"I like white meat," Connie grinned engagingly. "That's the reason both my husband and I joined Sunair. He-likes it too."
"I can believe that," Emma put in. "Ralph and I had matching numbers this morning. We gave each other quite a tussle."
For a while they ate in silence, oblivious to the drone of voices of the other diners around them. The moment Jason's plate was empty, Connie rose to her feet.
"Come on, Pink Toes," she giggled excitedly, taking him by the arm. "There's stallion's work to be done."
He could feel the hand holding onto him shaking. "You sound anxious," he chuckled down at her.
"I am anxious," she laughed weakly. This time it was her voice that shook. She glanced down at his semi-erect cudgel, "I've never seen a tranquilizer as big as yours hung on white meat before." She seemed taut as a fiddle bow by the time they reached the cottage.
"How?" He said this as they entered and closed the door and they both knew what he meant.
"Lay down on your back," Connie whispered hoarsely. "I want to do it to you first."
He laced his fingers behind his head and watched, his skin prickling deliciously as she threw a leg across his hips and rested on her knees, her straddle directly above the point to which she had up-levered his cudgel. With her other hand she did necessary things with her black thatched pussy and eased downward, impaling herself on the great blunt head lodged safely within her panting cleft.
"Whi ... white meat in black," she gasped desperately as she began a furious gyration of her hips, at the same time lowering herself, her greedy cunt gulping along his shaft, gobbling his root like a starving mongrel devouring an oversized wiener. When her vulva sphincter was snugged about the base of the shaft she pitched forward on his chest to lay there quivering.
"I can't help it!" she wailed. "I'm co ... coming!"
Jason was unable to resist a hearty laugh. "Don't apologize. That's the reason we're here in the first place. Keep it up if you can." He could feel the frantic spasming muscles of her inner-belly chewing on his up thrusting cudgel and seconds later he joined her rapture, spewing copious charges of scalding man-seed between her quaking thighs.
Her nails tore at the bed covers. Her darting tongue explored the inside of his mouth, searing where it touched. The only move he made was to remove his laced fingers from behind his head and place them on her waist, gritting his teeth as wild and savage sheets of excruciating ecstasy tore through his long frame. Minutes passed. Still her rapturous convulsions continued.
"I kee ... keep coming!" she finally cried. It was more like a scream. "I ca ... can't stop! I'm going era ... crazy! Help me! I can't stop!"
Jason's own rapture had faded long since and he was at a loss as to what action to take when the idea came to him that he should sever the coupling. He managed this by cupping her squirming buttocks in his hands and then scooting under her toward the foot of the bed. A deep-chested, gusty moan escaped her and she rolled to the bed beside him, her teeth chattering and her limbs jerking spasmodically from the violence of her prolonged seizure.
He watched her for a while, not knowing what else to do; watched until she finally quieted and her deep, regular breathing told him she was lost in sleep. Even then he continued to look at her, wondering at the orgiastic holocaust that had wracked her slender frame. Why not? he thought. Between her and Wilma Smith it's been a rather busy day. He turned to his side and composed himself for sleep.
As it closed in on him there came to his mind a crystal-clear picture of his situation regarding Cherry and he drifted off to sleep, bitterly cursing the stroke of fate which kept him from making love with his darling wife.
He was still in this frame of mind when he awakened some hours later. It dissolved quickly, however, when he realized the sun had gone down; it was pitch dark outside and Camp Sunair was quiet as a tomb. He moved sluggishly, the vapors of sleep still in his mind, and felt Connie still beside him. Quickly he traced the tips of his fingers over her to learn her position.
She was lying face up and spread eagle, and had him crowded to the edge of the bed. Again he ran his fingers over her in the darkness, and his cock swelled to full size. The sleep had increased his vigor to famished proportions and suddenly his face was hot and loose from his need. Without giving it a second thought he moved his long body over the girl beside him, her position fixed in his mind.
Rigidly he braced himself above her with one arm, his other hand readying her pussy and centering the end of his throbbing cock, due to the remnants of sleep still with him not noticing the cunt he was about to invade did not have Connie's kinky thatch. Once he started to reach over his head and switch on the light at the head of the bed. Instead, he began slowly grinding his hips, feeling the delicious heat of her sleeping twat creep along his shaft as it bored deep.
She moaned eagerly in the darkness, bending her knees but not closing her legs, then grunted sleepily when the big shaft struck home. She grunted again, as he lowered his weight and began his action, using short, quick thrusts that gathered the storm in his loins to bursting.
A second before his rapture struck he felt the girl under him tense, felt her arms steal around his neck, felt her hot thighs lift to encircle his waist lovingly. She began working her straddle hungrily against the shaft as he filled her belly with scalding gushes of the wine of life. She continued her action even after his rapture faded and it was only after he had returned to the world of reality did he begin to suspect his partner was not the lovely Negro named Connie.
Mother of GodI It couldn't be! He clawed blindly for the bed lamp switch in the darkness.
"Hello darling," Cherry cried softly when the light came on. "How does it feel to have screwed your wife again?"
"I ... I ... " He was too flabbergasted to say more.
"Shsssh." She placed a delicate forefinger over his lips, tears of happiness streaming down her cheeks.
"But ... "
"It's over, Jason," she sobbed quietly. "Don't you understand, darling? Your affliction is cured. Your mental block is gone." She tightened her legs about his waist and maneuvered her hips, milking on his cock. "You see? It's still hard as a rock."
She was right. And not only was it hard as a rock and buried to the hilt in the hot goodness of her belly, but it was throbbing impatiently for another portion of the treatment it had just received. Still somewhat overcome by their rare good fortune, Jason blurted quite stupidly:
"Well, I'll be goddamned! Now what'er we gonna do?"
"Why, Mr. McIvers," Cherry pouted prettily, her face aglow with happiness. "I'll expect you to lie here and screw on Mrs. McIvers the rest of the night."
