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."