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?"