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.