Chapter 12
Cherry didn't want either Garth or Emma to go back to the house, but both did. She sighed as she pulled on her clothing and trailed behind them through the secret passage from the sex grotto. She stepped out into a gorgeous evening.
She felt great after all the two had done for her and to her. She rubbed her pussy and tried to decide if she preferred Emma's tongue or Garth's cock there. Then she laughed out loud. Why decide when she could have both?
Cherry hurried into the house when Will called to her.
"Come give me hand with this, will you? I can't find Tiffany anywhere." She held one end of a long garland of flowers so her boss could fasten it in place over a doorway. "Where have you been?"
"Out looking at the garden," Cherry said. "They have great flowers." She wasn't sure, but figured this would keep Will from going ballistic on her. He might even wander off to find the garden and leave her alone.
"Sure," he said, distracted. "There are even more of the guests arriving. If they like the flowers, all of them might come to the Fancy Florist Shop for their affairs."
"That would be great," Cherry said, thinking how the wedding had brought her to Garth's attention. "There's no telling how far we might go."
"Stay here and pass out flowers to the women, will you? Anything they want from the displays." The flower store owner vanished through the kitchen door on his way back to the truck to find still more flowers.
Cherry looked around the bustling crowd for any sign of Tiffany. The blonde was nowhere to be seen. Cherry chuckled. She knew what her friend was up to. She and that stud she had homed in on were probably still getting it on somewhere. Would Tiffany ever be jealous when Cherry told her all that she had done already!
Behind a flower-draped table, Cherry occasionally handed small bouquets of flowers to the guests. Mostly, she watched for Garth, wondering where the man had gone. He seemed to have disappeared from the face of the earth. A small part of her worried he might have found someone else to fuck in this wealthy crowd.
Then she realized he had probably already sampled everything here. Lots of them weren't his kind. Cherry didn't own him, even if she wished he were here now to slip his long, hard prick into her back door.
"Here, ma'am, have a bouquet." She passed a small bunch of flowers to a matronly woman.
"This is so nice. A clever idea. Thank you." The woman sniffed at the flowers, then peered critically at Cherry.
"Is anything wrong, dear?"
"I, uh, no, nothing, thank you." Cherry put both hands on the table to support herself. Her legs had gone weak when she felt hands stroking along the insides of her legs. And now a head pressed hotly between her thighs.
A clever, darting tongue touched here and there. A wet spot on either leg-and one growing in the center of her being. Her pussy began creaming as the mouth hidden under her tight skirt moved ever closer to her snatch.
She almost cried out when the tongue invaded her cunt. Lips working on her sensitive pussy lips, the oral organ driving hard into her juicy interior, hands stroking over her ass cheeks, whoever was under her skirt gave Cherry the eating out of a lifetime.
Cherry spread her legs as much as possible, but the tight skirt prevented moving too much. The hidden hands kept pushing her skirt ever higher. Cherry tried to sink down behind the table to keep anyone from seeing her arousal.
"Let's go somewhere else and do this," she whispered. The only answer she received was redoubled oral action against her pussy. A rough tongue whipped along the entire length of her liquid gash. Fingers snaked around her curvy ass cheeks and drove in toward her ass-hole.
When the finger intruded and began wiggling up her shit chute, Cherry did cry out.
"You're flushed," she heard someone say. "You ought to sit down."
Cherry opened her eyes to see a well-dressed man on the other side of the table.
"I'm a doctor. Please. Let's go where I can check you out."
"I'm his associate," said another man, this one with curly red hair. "I don't often concur with Dr. Vincent's diagnosis, but this time I do."
"Please, no, I'm fiiiine." Cherry gritted her teeth as orgasm ripped through her. The tongue had returned to fucking her with long wet strokes. And the finger up her butt moved in and out at the same pace. The only thing missing was someone sucking and nibbling at her tits.
"You might be running a fever," the first doctor said. "Here's my card. I'm Martin Price."
She saw the imagine embossed business card. Both were doctors and both were real hunks. Cherry wanted to speak, but her voice was gone. She managed to look under the table. She had thought to see Garth.
Emma smiled up at her, then licked her lips. The willowy brunette blew her a kiss and then scuttled away under the cover of the table. Cherry saw her hostess stand at the far end of the table. No one noticed how Emma seemed to simply appear. In her silken dress, Emma walked across the floor. Only then did she draw the attention of others in the room. Her grace matched that of a high fashion model and she was twice as pretty.
And more talented, Cherry decided.
"Sometimes we have to do what we think is right for our patients," the red-haired doctor said. He came around the table and put a strong arm around her. His support was appreciated. .
"I'm a bit woozy," Cherry admitted. "It'll pass."
"Dr. Vincent and I will be the judge of that. Come along. We know where there's a sitting room where we can be alone."
Cherry let both doctors guide her to the sitting room on the far side of the house. It was a quiet room, paneled in oak, with tables and chairs scattered throughout. Cherry sank down on a love seat, wiping sweat from her forehead.
"This is kind of you, but I was only reacting to, uh, to a sudden stimulus," she said, not sure what she should say.
"You appeared to be climaxing," Price said. He put his hand on her forehead, then pressed a finger into her throat to check her pulse. "Elevated pulse."
"The flush extends from her throat down onto her chest and breasts," Price said. He sat beside Cherry on the love seat.
Cherry said nothing for a moment. Both men eyed her with obvious appreciation-and lust.
"Do you play doctor often at these parties?" she asked, her pulse rising again.
"We do what we can," Vincent said. "Do you have any other ailments?"
"I'm flushed all over," Cherry said. "See?" She hiked her skirt up until it bunched around her waist. Her dark-furred muff was exposed to both men. She wondered what they would do.
"Blood has turned the sex lips rigid. One might say this was the result of intense lustful feelings."
Cherry sighed when the red-haired doctor thrust his finger into her heated center and began finger-fucking her. He kissed her lips and throat and set her heart racing for real this time. Her arms circled him and she wanted nothing more than to have his cock inside her.
"No more fingers. This, this," she said, grabbing his crotch. A sleeping snake already stirred there, turning into a long, hard fuck stick.
"I prescribe that course of treatment for our patient. Don't you agree, Dr. Vincent?"
"You are good at such examinations, colleague," the man agreed. "Please allow me to check out other orifices."
Price turned and pulled Cherry to her feet. His hand spread her slender thighs wide. Then he unzipped and let his prick jump from his pants.
"I suggest we glove our instruments for the in-depth examination," Vincent said. He tossed his friend a condom. Price stripped it out of the foil wrapper and put it on his own erection. In a few seconds, the other doctor was also appropriately sheathed.
"We are ready to continue," Vincent said behind her. Cherry groaned as Dr. Price's huge pecker brushed over her lust-slickened pussy and then found the spot both wanted filled. His cock raced full-length into her cooze.
She bent backward, tightening her ass cheeks at the intrusion up her pussy. But, between the meaty slabs of her buttocks, she felt another cock. It poked and prodded and inched downward toward her ass-hole.
"Stand straight," came the command from behind her.
Cherry obeyed. The second cock knocked on her puckered anus and slowly got the chary muscle to relax. Cherry didn't know how the man did it. She was excited, tense, turned on in a big way. But he managed to enter her and slip ball-deep up her back passage.
"My probe is inserted, Dr. Price."
"And so is mine, Dr. Vincent."
Cherry shuddered with the feel of both pricks hidden away in her body. Every twitch, every jerk of either prick sent tremors throughout her body. She felt like one giant raw nerve ending. And nothing but pleasure blasted into her brain.
"Might be too crowded for both probes," suggested Price "You withdraw, then reenter. When you do that, I'll pull out."
"An excellent procedure, Doctor," agreed
Vincent.
The thick plug up her butt slid out of her, leaving behind a vacuum that made her yearn for more, more! But the instant she felt only the thick head of his penis in the ring of her ass-hole, the prick up her cunt began retreating.
Then the one behind her rushed in to fill the void. Back and forth, the two men fucked until Cherry was burning with lust. She clung to the doctor, her tits pressing into his chest. She wanted him deeper in her twat, lots deeper. Only by cramming her hips down around his fucking prick could she achieve this.
But there was a penalty to taking more of one man's cock into her cunt. She denied the other man's pecker its berth up her back.
Cherry found that bending back and forth worked best to take as much in both directions. As long as the two alternated, she felt nothing but continual friction within her trim, trembling body. The carnal heat mounted and melted her. She hardly knew where the most stimulation came from.
Was it from the cock up her rear, fucking hard past her clenched ass-hole? Or was it from the smoothly sailing, well-lubricated prick reaming out her pussy?
She didn't know, and it didn't matter. She was getting twice the fucking, and that was all that mattered.
Lighting bolts ripped through her and sent Cherry flying into realms of physical delight she had never explored. She twitched and trembled and let one orgasm after another race along her nerves.
"Can't hold on, can't. So tight up her ass, so fucking tight!"
She felt the pecker driving in and out of her ass-hole twitch and jerk hard. The man picked up the pace of his fucking and set her on fire all over with his hard-driving organ. Then he turned limp within her rear channel and slipped free.
Price continued to drive in hard, sinking full-length into her cooze with every stroke. Cherry clung to him and lifted one leg. She curled it around his waist. Every time he shot into her, he lifted her up on her toes one foot remaining on the floor.
Cherry shrieked as climax seized her again. She knew the man was getting off from the way his fucking rhythm had turned ragged and his breath gusted out in uneven panting.
And then the world spun wildly around her and she flew off as total sexual gratification filled her. Shaken and weak, Cherry stretched out on the love seat and looked up at the two doctors.
"I think the examination has shown our patient to be in excellent shape. Don't you agree, Doctor?"
"I certainly do," said the other. "Seldom have we found a young woman in such superb shape."
"Thanks, thanks for the complete checkup," Cherry said. "I wish all medical exams were so enjoyable." She pulled her skirt down as the pair left the room. For a long while Cherry simply sat and got her breath back.
It had been a fantastic party so far. And she meant to find Garth again. And if she didn't find him, then Emma. And if the pair of them were otherwise engaged in their amorous activities, Cherry knew a second exam from the doctors would be given gratefully.
Or she could find someone else. It was more than a party. It was the best party ever!