Chapter 7
THIS TIME WHEN CHERRY'S UNKNOWN CO-MATE left, there were no complaints. Though far from satiated, for one splinter of a second she did feel glutted with sex, but the feeling was short-lived, and she was wishing Emma had arranged to have more of the fellows at her apartment than just four.
Rhythmic sounds from the bed an arm's length away stopped her from bringing up the subject. Swiftly these sounds became the spastic noises of lust in fruition, with its accompanying sobs and gasps; she waited, knowing Emma's partner would soon be gone. A soft moan of pure contentment, a sudden rustling from the other bed and a joyous sigh told her when this happened.
"Emma?" It was a whisper.
"Yes?" A whisper in return.
"I love you for this."
"Posh!" Emma snorted delicately, though her tone said she was pleased.
"I mean it, even though I wish there were more men. How long have we been in this bedroom?"
"Not over fifteen minutes." Her voice became puzzled. "You wish there were more...?"
For a third time the hushed click of the door being opened drifted into-the darkness.
Cherry's heart leaped with a wild joy as she threw down the towel and positioned herself on the bed. Odd's nuts! There were more than four!
Now, the first two men who had been in attendance to Cherry McIvers had been considerably older than she. Instinctively she knew this, yet her knowledge was not from instinct alone, for there had been a certain thickness of their bodies about the middle, a full maturity of the limbs and, most of all, the coarse scratch of the regularly shaved faces which told her the men were older. She expected no different of her third consort as she snuggled beneath him eagerly, but again instinct came to the fore. It told her otherwise.
Swiftly she traced her fingertips over his long, smooth body. Gad! Could it be? Then she cupped his face in her palms. The evidence of full maturity was not there. She found nothing more than a thin fuzz just beginning to' stiffen. He couldn't have been shaving more than a year, at best. He couldn't be as old as she was.
Other things drew her attention, and she released his face-the other things being his awkward fumblings between her thighs. Nor. was it the tumblings of one in difficulty from lack of light, but lack of experience. An icy-hot tingle shot through her and for a moment she couldn't really believe it, yet when the fumblings continued to accomplish nothing she was convinced.
She was about to be taken by a virgin!
From long habit her hands moved toward the point of connection, then she caught herself just in time. Let him keep trying for a bit. A big grin stole over her face and laughter gathered in her throat. She choked it off quickly and lay perfectly still; her knees peaked, but her feet were on the bed.
The untrained attempts of the lad to locate the proper spot grew desperate after a minute, so desperate Cherry sensed his acute embarrassment and suddenly she was sorry for him. After all, everybody had a first time. There was no cause to let him humiliate himself any further. With this in mind she put her hands down between the to end the difficulty.
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Christ! She jerked them back as if she'd touched fire. It wasn't possible! Cautiously she reached down between them again, her fingers exploring. They told her it not only was possible, but that she was touching the proof of it. Her mouth became dry with heart-hammering excitement as she continued to explore. A tremulous breath escaped her. Merciful heavens! The boy was built like a stud horse; like a full grown stall ion. Further down went her hands, in search of his jewels. Again the icy-hot tingle shot through her when she found them. Big as ripe peaches they were, with a lot more fuzz and swinging in a pouch reaching almost to the bed.
The feverish hunger that suddenly seized her forbade further hesitation. At least she was going to try receiving him, even if he were larger than Jason. And by her own measurements Jason was a fraction over twelve inches and exactly eight inches around. Still ... she was determined to try.
Instead of drawing him to her, as she had done his predecessors, she opened her cleft wide as possible and held it thus with her thumbs while she squirmed down in the bed. When satisfied with her distance she depressed the giant assuager with extended fingers, trembling from its hot kiss as it was positioned. One hand held it in place while she ignored her sister's instructions of not talking to the men, and drew his head down to her lips.
"Be gentle." She breathed the whisper into his ear. "You're so huge. "She felt him nod as she braced herself to receive.
The boy did as she asked, though she sensed his nerve-taut, muscle-taut anxiety to drive the big pale all the way. At first he merely pushed with his hips, like a novice, but after a few moments commenced moving his hips in inexperienced circles. To afford him smoother ingress Cherry placed her hands on his hip bones and raised her feet, holding them high and wide in the air, at the same time wriggling her buttocks.
A sharp grunt escaped her on first penetration. For one fleeting second she feared her hips would be pried apart and quickly darted a hand down between them, grasping the massive invader firmly just behind the head to prevent any sudden thrust. Surprise enveloped her. Simultaneously she felt the pumping of his rod and the scalding surges of man-seed gushing into her belly.
And he barely had it started in! Bless his young, patient heart. With him a virgin, too. She had expected rougher treatment because of this once he had it started. Slowly she lowered her feet to rest them comfortably against the back of his knees and by this time the rivulet had stopped pumping through their connector, yet she still maintained her grip on it. The pumping had deposited a delicious ball of heat in her lower belly and impulsively she kissed his chest, .delighted to discover she could easily reach either of his nipples because of their difference in height.
Still holding his rod with one hand, she again drew his' ear down to her lips.
"Go ahead, but go very, very slow." When this got no response she spoke again. "Will you .go slow?" This time he nodded, but she still held his head close. "What made you come so soon?" He shook his head. "Can you again?" Again he nodded. "How many times? Two? Three? Five? Ten?" Even when she reached ten he was still nodding his head, which Cherry released with a joyous sigh.
Could it be she had chanced upon a lusty young stallion as over-sexed as she? If so, this would be a day to cherish in memory. Her darling Jason could match her, of course, but not until he recovered.
Very gently the boy began applying pressure with his hips and very gently his colossal torpedo began easing up into the inner woman. Cherry was forced to bite her lips to prevent a scream of rapture from filling the room. She lay motionless under the boy as she felt herself being stuffed; as she felt the now well lubricated phallus moving through her hand, which gripped it loosely. Then she withdrew the hand, no longer concerned that his size or roughness from inexperience would cause her pain.
ll p and up the thing inside her kept creeping, up until she was beginning to wonder if it would choke her-if it would ever stop. But finally it did, and for a long minute they both lay motionless. She could hear the boy's ragged breathing in her ear. Dimly she was aware of hushed whispers coming from the other bed where her sister was getting screwed, and a wave of sympathy washed over her. There was no way Emma could be as lucky as she or as thoroughly pleased.
Just then the lad gathered his muscles and commenced a rather awkward advance-withdrawal action which smoothed out after several long, deep strokes. By that time Cherry was floating on pink-tinted clouds of cozy bliss and was ready to accept the Herculean climax which she knew must be coming when the boy thrust his colossus to the very hilt in her tummy. Stubbornly he held it there, his slender body quaking as he gnashed his teeth through another orgiastic eruption.
"Sheesh!" Cherry grinned in the darkness. A second one already! For a novice he was doing himself proud.
On impulse she sought and found one of his nipples, seized it with her lips and began sucking vigorously while she laved it with her tongue. This so startled the boy he almost jerked free of her, but recovered quickly and once more began his action.
Back and forth, back and forth his great pacifier slid between her thighs, caressing her innermost regions-where even Jason had never caressed her before. The sap of his vigorous youth was hot in her belly and she again floated on the pink cloud.
This time, she told herself as she rode easily under him, this time for sure I'll go all the way.
Nor was she wrong-except that her climax was in no wise the Herculean one she had expected. It arrived softly, gently, even timidly, but with a rare, pure sweetness that brought tears to her eyes and unbelievable joy to her heart. And it didn't come alone. Just before it reached her, she felt for the third time the heat from the boy's release high up in her belly.
She moaned softly, clutched the flesh of his rib cage and writhed under him as the sweetness seeped through her body, remotely aware of the boy's grinding teeth and shuddering frame. The sweetness lingered, giving her delicious relief again and again, fading after each visitation only to return. Above her, during his third climax, the boy never even paused in his action.
In a dim corner of her mind Cherry attributed this to the fact that her own orgasm showed no signs of forsaking her. There was no way she could know, or even suspect, that she had become victim of the most profound mystery ever to confront students of biology and human anatomy-a mystery referred to by these students as the continuous sexual climax.
And so, in her ignorance, Cherry continued to writhe and gasp and clutch from the sweetness while the boy continued his advance-withdrawal rhythm. Before long she entered into the dream world of semi-reality; as time passed, as the boy grinding away at her straddle kept charging the slope of victory time and time again, Cherry never left the summit above that slope. She remained on it, the sweetness never deserting her.
Therefore, cozily ensconced in her dream world of perpetual orgasm, she never knew for sure when the boy withdrew completely and staggered from the room. Nor did she hear the sound of the door latch after he'd gone, but thought it was the boy who mounted her, thrust the hardened cock between her thighs and began to pump vigorously.
Her condition would have returned to normal had not the door latch kept snapping each three or four minutes. But it did keep snapping. And the sweet fire stayed with her. During this time, in which the latch snicked repeatedly, she never ceased to sob and gasp and writhe on the bed.
"Cherry McIvers!"
The words echoed through Cherry's rapture sodden brain over and over, as if someone were yelling them through a tunnel. Other words echoed.
"Cherry. What's the matter? Don't tell me you've been asleep." And they were followed by gales of hearty feminine laughter.
At a snail's pace at first-then faster-Cherry-returned to the sharp clarity of the world of sight and sound.
"Has he gone?" she mumbled thickly, smiling a mite foolishly from scattered remnants of sweet ecstasy still remaining.
"Yes. He's gone, whomever you're referring to, and so have the others. Mercy. Look at that bed. I told you I" put towels in the bed board. Here, take my hand and I'll help you. We both need a shower."
First; medium temperature water, next steamy hot, at last the cold and Cherry was her sparkling, vivacious self once again. They laughed and played and giggled under the invigorating spray like a couple of children, discussing their recent adventure as will two school girls after their first big date.
"I feel almost like a complete woman once again," Cherry finally sighed dreamily. "He was so ... so ... I don't know. He was just about the best there can possibly."
"He?" Emma cuddled her breasts under the shower to rinse them of soap. "Who is this 'he' you keep talking about. There was more than one, you know."
"The third one." Cherry was bent from the waist, ' the luscious globes of her derriere backed under the water. "The last fell ow to come into the bed-room."
Emma Markham stared at her sister's back in dismay, unable to comprehend the other's meaning. "The last one to come in? What, on earth are you talking about?"
"The boy, Emma." She turned to face her sister. "First there were two older men and then the boy.
He couldn't have been more than sixteen or seventeen, and he was built like a stallion. He almost drove me crazy. Do you know ... I suspect I was the first piece he'd ever had." Memory tingled between her thighs and she smiled dreamily.
"ll nh-huh. I know the one you're speaking of. It could be he was a virgin, you lucky brat, but he was far from being the last one. I had to remind him twice about the quickies before he'd leave. You must have hit him pretty hard, too."
"He wasn't the last?" Cherry stared through the falling spray dumbfounded. "But ... but ... "
"Little sister," Emma chuckled in delight, not understanding what had happened but enjoying the moment nevertheless. "The reason I said you must have hit that boy pretty hard is because he is the only one of the fifteen that didn't get into my bed."
"FIFTEEN?" Cherry boggled, mouth agape.
"They rotated. First one bed, then they'd leave and when they came in again, the other bed. The boy was the only one who didn't come to mine. You must have drained him completely."
"Fifteen!" Cherry couldn't collect her wits. Her eyes were large and puzzled from trying to remember, also not understanding what had happened. "Great God and cream cheese!"
Emma grinned. "I hope you aren't complaining. But I keep forgetting you've never been to a blackout party before."
"A what?" Cherry was still struggling with her emotions, trying vainly to remember the twelve other men.
"The initiation. Under different circumstances it would be called a blackout party. That's what it was, actually, though some call it a she-bang or gang-bang."
"Fifteen," Cherry murmured above the sound of the shower, still not understanding, but accepting, her lovely face cast in lines of purest contentment. "Think of that. Fifteen." Then she repeated the word in glad dismay. "Fifteen. I can't wait to tell Jason."
"He'll never know if you don't tell him."
"Not tell him? I wouldn't think of such a thing. How long were we in the bedroom?"
"I don't know. I sort of lost track of time myself, but it must be around two-thirty or three o'clock."
"Do you suppose Jason and I will be admitted as members of Camp Sunair?"
"I'd say you'd be admitted with flying colors. What say we fly out there this weekend? Will Jason want to go?"
"Very much. He wants us to join Stan and Marsha's friendship club, too. Tell me, Emma, do you know why they started swapping around with other couples?"
"Stan and Marsha? I know exactly why. I told you I've been with both. And I can give it to you in one sentence. Stan's a satyr and Marsha's a nymphomaniac."
"You mean ... they both must have lots of sex with a wide variety of sex partners?"
Emma nodded, reaching for a towel. "And a wide variety of sex, too. You know the way Marsha insists on being screwed sometimes?"
"How?"
"Two men at once."
"She ... nurses on one while another diddles her?"
"Huh-uh. One man lies flat on his back and she straddles him, impaling herself on his gadget and leaning forward on his chest. Then the second man mounts them both and takes her from the rear."
"You're kidding!"
"I'm not kidding. I've seen it happen at Camp Sunair."
"And they belong there too? But I should think it would hurt."
"Not Marsha. She loves it." Then Emma said, "Yes. They belong to Sunair. That's where I met them."
"I wonder if Jason found your note and card, and kept that appointment with Dr. Louise Gavin."
"I hope so. You're really anxious for him to get well-aren't you?"
"I'll say I am. Otherwise we can never screw again."