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."