Chapter 9
"I'M JASON MCIVERS." HE STEPPED UNDER the lights and moved to where she stood.
She planted her fists on her hips, her feet spread, and canted her head sideways like a listening bird.
"You took your time in getting here," she pouted prettily, or tried to pout and didn't quite make it, then burst into an excited giggle. Just then her eyes fell upon his weapon angling up along his belly, and the giggle ceased abruptly. Her blue eyes grew round as she stared. "Boy," she breathed. "Emma was right. You are built like a stallion." She continued to stare. "Gee, Mr. McIvers, I don't know ... " Her voice trailed off.
"Don't know what?" he asked, choosing to ignore her meaning.
"I ... I ... " Her mouth worked a time or two before she answered. "Gee. I've only been with Terry a few times in the back seat of his car and ... " She continued to stare at his cock as, again, words failed her. He had seen the stare before; the same look of rapt fascination.
"Who is Terry?"
"A freshman in my math class."
Jason traveled his eyes over her succulent, near-plump nudity. He had no intention of asking the girl her age. He was afraid to. As Emma had said, she was big enough, in looks at least.
"Are you afraid?" he asked.
"I don't know."
"You may dress and leave if you like." He knew she wouldn't leave. He knew the expression in her eyes too well.
"Oh, no," she said quickly, lifting her gaze and locking it with his. "I don't want to do that."
"Good," he grinned, taking her by the arm and leading her to one of the beds. "How did you and Terry make love?" He stretched out flat on his back on the nearest bed, and after hesitating awkwardly a moment, Darris sat down on the edge of it.
"Well ... we'd kiss a while, and I'd take off my pants and we'd get in the back seat and ... he'd do it to me." Her hands played with each other in the valley formed by her thighs.
"Did he ever do this?" He pulled her toward him, took one of her big breasts in his hand and seized the nipple with his lips.
"Haak!" The sharp, desperate sound cracked around the room as she jerked free. For a moment she staged at him in stunned silence, the expression replaced by one of wondrous gladness. "Oh Mr. McIvers," she breathed rapturously, cupping the breast in her hand and offering it to him again. "Do it some more."
This time she did not jerk away when his lips took the nipple, but whimpered feebly and commenced to shiver as one cold. Jason knew she was not cold. Torrid heat flowing from her young and tender body told him that; and one hand journeyed a short distance to the nest between her closed thighs. She squirmed on the bed to open them and his searching fingers found her cleft.
Then he remembered noticing the area at the apex of her plump thighs when he'd first seen her cartwheeling around on the padded floor. Instead of the thick, curly fleece to which he had become accustomed, his hand encountered nothing more than a thin, misty spray of pubic down. Cautiously he worked his forefinger into the top of the little valley, located her passion switch and began strumming it rapidly.
"I ... I'll go if you don't stop," she cried weakly. Jason stopped, withdrawing both his finger and his lips.
"Don't you like the way I make love?" he teased. "Oooh, Mr. McIvers. It's so good I can't explain."
"Shall we try doing it?"
She nodded, blinking rapidly to prevent the tension of the moment from bringing tears to her eyes as she shifted her glance to his crotch. "But I don't know if we can. Terry isn't near anything as big as you."
"Tell you what; why don't you straddle my waist and sit down on it. That way you can go as far as you like and as fast. If it hurts you can stop."
"like this?" She moved with alacrity, throwing a lush thigh across his lower belly.
"That's right." Heat from the girl's body was terrific. "Now raise up higher on your knees."
"Gee, Mr. McIvers, I never even imagined you could do it like this. Now what do I do?"
With one hand he pushed his rigid cock erect. "Get it started and then ease down. That's all there is to it."
She planted her almost naked cleft against the blunt end of his invader, maneuvered her hips until it snugged into the little valley, then paused.
"Oh," she wailed in a tiny voice. "Oh ... oh."
Her hips refused to remain still, but began at once searching for a way to swallow his great weapon. They found none. Jason laced his fingers behind his head and lay watching their frenzied efforts. Darris' lovely young face was set in lines of stubborn determination as these efforts continued; until she realized they would remain fruitless until she changed tactics.
Jason was becoming anxious when she forced herself to remain still, placed one hand between her smoldering thighs to hold his rod in place, inhaled deeply, clinched her jaw and gave a quick, short bounce down against him. Her sharp bark of pain was followed immediately by a triumphant smile.
"I knew I could. I ... ooomm, but that feels good."
"You've hardly started," Jason chuckled. His bowels moved greasily from his need when the head of his rod vanished into the scalding heat of her young and tender pussy. Slowly she began once more to work her hips in all directions, gradually lowering herself and swallowing the huge attender up into her body.
"But it's more than a start now," she grunted, looking down, enamored by what she was doing. Due to her having little besides a thin pubic fuzz Jason missed nothing, feeling the fierce heat of her fiery, juicy youth creep down his rod in proportion to her descent, knowing without question that soon the spasm of orgiastic upheaval would be upon him.
Half way down the shaft she stopped, her face crimson, the rest of her body flushed a warm pink. Only by sheer force of will alone did Jason prevent the geyser in his loins from erupting just from sight of her semi-impaled lusciousness. Her knees were bent and her hands rested on her thighs, with her leaning forward and looking down.
"Darris?"
"Sir?"
"Why did you stop?"
"I want to watch. Can I put my hands on your chest, Mr. McIvers?"
"If you like." Right then Jason would have permitted her anything in order for her to hasten her impalement. She leaned forward, bracing herself against his chest, her head bent forward as far as possible, her eyes fixed on the point of coupling.
"Gee whiz," she gasped as she began moving her hips and slowly sinking upon the shaft. "Just look at that, will you! When I first saw how big it was I just knew we couldn't do anything. Watch it go in deeper and deeper. I'm beginning to feel like a stuffed turkey at Thanksgiving."
Moments later the shaft was lost from sight, completely hidden in the dark mystery of her greedy belly, the burning hot kiss of her young straddle stretched tightly around the base of it. Thus thoroughly impaled she sat upright again, her eyes sparkling over her victory, a radiant smile on her face as she beamed proudly at him. A gusty sigh escaped her parted lips.
"There now, Mr. McIvers. It's all done."
With no warning her face crumpled. Tears streamed from her blue eyes. Even with his climax slowly sneaking up on him, Jason stared at her in open-mouthed dismay.
"Darris, what the dickens are you crying for?"
"It ... I ... I can't help it, sir," she sobbed brokenly. "It feels so good I can't help it, Mr. McIvers." She sat there solidly impaled, so solidly the misty blonde fleece of her youthful straddle was intermingled with the adult mat of his own, and tears continued to roll down her cheeks.
Jason's brief dismay was shunted aside by his approaching climax, already too long held in abeyance and determined to vent itself. His long body flinched when it struck. His eyes squinched, his jaw clinched, his breath rattled in his throat as the searing gushes of liquid fire sprang from him to burst high in her inflamed belly.
As abruptly as they had started, Darris' tears stopped. A startled look swept across her face. Her jaw dropped in amazement as the spasmodic deluge of love's lotion was pumped between her young, flawless thighs and the heat of it spread.
"Wha ... what's happening?" she ventured timidly. One look at Jason's rapture-contorted face told her what was happening. The phenomenon taking place inside her told her something else. When his gun went off, a grown man released one helluva lot more joy juice than did a boy she knew named Terry. This, plus the sure knowledge it was her body responsible for the spastic fountain gushing inside her and affording her partner spasms of bliss, triggered an ecstatic holocaust in her belly.
Already keyed to a fever pitch bordering insanity from the all but unbearable goodness of the immense pale thrusting up into her pussy, the sweet agony of sexual climax did not approach Darris gradually. Nor even swiftly. It sledge-hammered her, full force, in the flick of an eye; struck with the heartless savagery of an avenging angel from all points of the compass.
The impact of the assault slammed the air from her lungs and twisted her sideways. Automatically she recovered her position, but in the act of twisting she ground her twitching tingle toggle against the curly mat of hair at the base of the upright shaft. This intensified the shock force of her attacking climax many times over and she screamed.
The final vapors of Jason's seizure were fading fast when this took place, enabling him to grab the girl by the thighs and immediately raise his knees to support her back. Otherwise she would have thrown herself off the bed from the wild, inhuman surges of blind ecstasy boiling through her succulent body. And hold and support her thus was all he could do-except watch.
This he could not refrain from doing even had he wanted to. For the next sixty seconds he witnessed a display of human emotions in the raw the-likes of which he had never seen before. It seemed to him that all the blood in the blonde girl rushed to the external extremities of her body, congesting her face and turning her complexion a deep red.
Her eyes bulged dangerously in their sockets; her mouth was so wide foll owing her scream he could see all of her teeth; her claw-shaped hands pawed the air in futile attempts to catch hold of something ... anything. The rumpus room was fill ed with the swooshing sound of her recovered breathing. He waited for her to scream again. She didn't. Instead she commenced a mindless cluttering noise of such vigor her teeth clicked on occasion.
While all this was taking place she heaved herself this way and that, lunging and bucking as if to throw herself to the floor and free her of the maddening delight thrusting up between her legs. This only caused the impaling cudgel to become a source of even greater agitation, which in turn increased the fury of her climax.
Darris' young body was neither accustomed nor conditioned to withstanding the violence of such a merciless onslaught, yet nature must be served. Nevertheless, something had to give and it did, though not nature. It was Darris. With a weird, piercing shriek that bounced and re-bounded off the walls even after the collapse she pitched forward against Jason's chest, where she lay sobbing and twitching out of control, the epitome of rapture gone berserk.
For some minutes she remained as she had fallen, struggling through the semi-conscious aftermath of nature's vented spleen. Without even attempting to regain her upright position she dragged her leg across him, and rolled to the bed, breathing deeply, her eyes vague.
When they returned from the bathroom a quarter of an hour later, she threw herself to her back on the bed with a tremulous sigh of contentment, her eyes gorging on Jason's naked masculinity as he lay down beside her.
"Did you like it?" he smiled, resting his weight on an elbow.
She nodded eagerly. "Yes sir!" The two words held a world of meaning.
"Better than the boy in your math class?"
"It was never like that with him. Never. Just do it quick like a rabbit and hurry back into the front seat to keep from anyone catching us. That's all it ever is with Terry. And he's so little." She threw an arm across his shoulder, drew herself close and began kissing him furiously on the chest. "I could do it with you forever, Mr. McIvers."
Jason considered going down on the girl, then decided against it. For the moment, at least. She certainly didn't need the build-up, but more than this, he was anxious to serve himself still more with her soft and tender body. Without further ado he hoisted his weight above her, anxious as a school boy himself.
"Open your legs," he whispered. "And raise your knees high as you can."
At once she obeyed. "like this?"
"Exactly." His voice was shaky as he lodged the great, knob-like head of his invader securely within her near naked cleft. "If it hurts let me know and I'll stop."
"It won't hurt. I'm a real woman now, but after this I don't think Terry will ever be able to do anything for me again."
Gently he applied pressure with his hips while she wiggled hers, and Jason felt his massive cudgel slide to the hilt into burning confines of her willing belly. Within the next forty minutes he was thrice favored by a visitation of supreme rapture. The girl's score he did not know. He did know that at the end of the forty minutes she lay limp beneath him, a quivering, mewling mass of satiated sex.
When he withdrew and removed himself, she murmured something unintelligible and rolled to her side. When he returned to the bed after his shower she was sleeping the deep, uncomplicated sleep of undisturbed youth. Why not? he thought, deciding to let her sleep. Then he made his way upstairs to his and Cherry's bedroom, found a pair of pajama bottoms and went into the kitchen, whence came the low sounds of feminine voices and laughter.
"I was just about to come down to your rescue." Louise smiled gladly at him when he entered. She sat at the kitchen table, still wearing her green outfit. Emma, wearing dark slacks and a pale yellow shell had a tiny apron tied about her narrow waist and looked very efficient as she busied herself at the stove.
"Hi," his sister-in-law grinned at him. "Louise went out for steaks and French fries. Is that all right with you-plus a tossed salad? I thought you might be hungry."
"I'm starved." He took a seat at the table across from Louise. "I'm so hungry right now my eyes won't focus."
"It'll be ready in a moment. How did you like Darris Redmund?" She turned from the stove when she asked the question, watching him closely. Louise was also watching him.
"Whew!" he laughed. "Where'd you find her?"
"She's the niece of a friend of mine-a patient of Louise's. She's been after me for weeks to get her a real he-man. Would you say she's content now?"
"I would think so-yes."
"We heard her scream," Louise said, and would have spoken more but Jason shook his head, grinning.
"It wasn't from pain. She was so keyed up I thought she was going out of her mind. She's asleep now. Where's Cherry, by the way."
"The same," Emma said. "Still asleep." She placed a steak in front of him-an inch and a half thick, medium rare, and so large there was no room left on the plate for anything else. "Dig in," she told him, returning a moment later with a side dish of French fries and a bowl of salad. Next she served Louise, then herself, and sat down at the table.
Jason attacked his food hungrily as the three of them ate in silence. The steak was top-round, his favorite cut, and Emma had broiled it exactly the way he liked best, and it was not too tender. As he ate, his mind wandered around to the subject of his peculiar affliction and the delightful adventures he had fallen into since he and Cherry had sat in Dr. Goldberg's office yesterday.
First there was the ravishing Emma, of course, seated across the table from him at the moment, and so much like a taller edition of his own darling Cherry. Then Marsha Constiner with her explosive greediness last night and this afternoon, or evening as it was now, a girl procured for him by his sister-in-law-girl who looked so young he was afraid to ask her age. And all this in less than twenty-four hours! Nor must he forget the lovely Louise Gavin, also seated across the table. He hadn't made her yet, but he felt sure it was only a matter of time. Kee-rist! If his mental block were not removed before long, and if he continued at the rate he was going, he would soon have been in bed with half the female population of the city.
"Jason," Emma smiled at him. "Want to go to Camp Sunair in the morning?"