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.