"You heard the man, Caela, turn on the lights," Cindy ordered, her tone mysterious with some unreadable meaning.
"Think his heart can take it?" a girl near the door answered.
Jerry spun around, bewildered and wary. "Cherry? Is that you?"
"Not Cherry any more," she reminded him. "Caela's the name, fucking's the game!" She giggled.
"That's not very funny!" Jerry snapped. As his eyes got used to the dark, he could see a faint white shape against the wall, next to the faint rectangle of light that sneaked around the door. He didn't like the situation at all. He cursed the blackout shades on the windows. They had been installed so that movies could be shown in the large room. He estimated he was just about in the center of the thirty-foot-square room.
"What's the matter, Mr. Anderson? You ashamed of robbing the cradle?" a third girl asked. He spun to his right toward the new voice.
"Who's that?" Jerry asked sharply. He was being outmaneuvered, and he knew it.
"Pam Kelly," the other girl answered.
"Cher… I mean, Caela's sister?" Jerry asked.
"Why don't we let him see who he's got here?" Pam suggested. "Turn on the light, Caela."
"Cindy?" Caela asked.
"Let him have it," Cindy speed, her voice thick with excitement.
Every light in the roam went on at the same time. It was a bit like being struck by lightning. But the more powerful jolt came from the sight of Cindy Peters, standing in front of him, her arms folded across her midriff. She was as naked as she had been that day on his boat. The sight of those small, firm breasts, that slender, lithe body, all tan and sleek, and the timid brown wisps of her sprouting pubic bush made Jerry's cock react violently.
"Christ!" he swore stupidly.
"I see you got our invitation," Caela observed from by the light switches. Jerry whirled in her direction.
She was as naked as Cindy. She was all pink and white skin, and his eyes raked from the top of her tousled head to her dainty feet, stopping at her breasts, her immodest pussy. He gulped, gaped, unable to tear his eyes off the girl. She was standing with her feet slightly apart facing him shamelessly. One small hand was still on the light switch.
He remembered how she had felt, wrapped around his cock, taking every inch of his mature bludgeon into her immature, tight, virginal cunt. He remembered, too, how her skin had felt against his. He also remembered how Cindy had felt, and looked. The memories, along with the current reality, triggered an insane lust in him.
"Is he really as big as you said he was?" Pam Kelly asked. He whirled in her direction.
And now he had someone new to study. Pam was two years older than her sister. She also had that dramatic Irish combination of jet-black hair and perfect, pale-ivory skin. She had the bluest eyes he had ever seen. She was taller than Caela, but not as tall as Cindy. She probably weighed a fraction more than Cindy did. And she too was stark naked. She stood with her hands on her well-rounded hips, her head tilted slightly to one side, her feet spread, and studied him.
He stared at her, feeling dazed. She was the best-looking of the three girls.
Jerry turned around twice, his eyes jumping from one naked teenager to the next. None of them made any attempt to conceal any part of themselves from his intimate inspection. Desperately, he tried to control the blistering lust that was raging through him.
"I'm getting out of here," he croaked at last, backing toward the door, trying to keep his eyes on both Pam and Cindy at the same time.
"I don't think so," Caela remarked from behind him.
The sound of her voice made him jump and spin around to face her. She was standing in front of the door, her arms folded, her feet set. Her expression was a combination, of determination and excitement.
"You can't stop me," Jerry argued.
"Yes we can," Pam said confidently. He turned toward her. She had moved halfway across the bare wood floor to ward him.
"It's very simple," Cindy said, moving toward him, her arms still folded under her small, firm breasts. "If you try td leave, Pam and I disappear into the girls' room. Ten seconds after you're out the door, Caela comes running out, stark naked, screaming at the top of her lungs that she's been raped."
For a long, awful moment, Jerry's heart stopped beating entirely. When it started again, it slammed against his ribs with a pounding beat, "You're kidding!" he gasped.
"Oh no, we're not," Caela answered brightly. "I always wanted to be a streaker. Must be real exciting, running around naked."
"Kinky, but cool," Pam agreed.
"Besides," Cindy went on. "Why would you want to leave? You've already had two of us. Pam's anxious to sample that magnificent cock of yours, and Caela and I want to get in our licks at it, if you'll pardon the expression."
Jerry was surrounded by them now. As they had talked, they had all moved in on him, until they were each less than an arm's length distant. "You're crazy!" he blustered. "What if somebody comes?"
"Nobody will come," Cindy said confidently. "The clubhouse is closed for the winter, remember?"
"And the shades are down, so no one can see in," Pam pointed out.
"Darn it," Caela added.
"You'll have to pardon my sister, she's a bit of an exhibitionist," Pam noted.
"You should have seen the exhibition she put on to prove she wasn't Cherry any more," Cindy said. "She showed everyone at the party the most fantastic spread you ever saw. I swear, you could see all the way up to her cervix!"
"Yeah, and then I took on five guys, one right after the other," Caela added gleefully.
"And didn't leave anything in Jerry for me," Pam snapped. "Well, today I get first shot."
"I'm not worried," Caela replied confidently. "He's got more than enough to go around. Those five squirts together didn't add up to what he's got."
Jerry felt as if he had been pummeled. The whole scene was an erotic fantasy. It was total madness.
"That's us, sex-crazy kids," Pam agreed when he voiced his opinion. "Come on, let's see that famous cock of yours."
"Now wait a minute!" he said frantically.
"Oh, shit! Give it to him on a silver platter and he wonders what to do with it," Cindy growled. "We'll have to strip him."
Overwhelmed, outnumbered, Jerry told himself resistance was futile. He told himself he wasn't fighting because he didn't want to hurt the girls.
Cindy took his shirt off and hauled his undershirt up over his head while Pam unfastened his pants. Caela kept him off balance by wrenching off his loafers.
"Holy Cow!" Pam exclaimed when she saw his naked cock towering out from his groin like a battering ram. Leaving his pants tangled, hobbling him around the ankles, Sue touched his prick with wondering, gentle, exploring fingers.
"Cut that out!" Jerry protested, his voice cracking. His arms were trapped in his undershirt, which prevented him from pushing Pam away. Her touch sent a blistering jolt of lust roaring through his loins.
"Yum, yum, yum," Pam murmured, taking the base of his prick and steadying it.
He felt a hot, wet, velvety tongue rasp over his cock. He also felt a dribble of excitement ooze out of it. "Goddammit, cut it out," he said, very unconvincingly.
"Pick your feet up, stud," Caela ordered, pulling and tugging at his trousers.
Jerry staggered backward, bumped up against a chair and sat down abruptly. Caela jerked his feet straight out in front of him and yanked his pants off so hard his feet were warmed by the friction. Meanwhile, Cherry had trapped his arms behind him. She had pulled them behind the chair and immobilized them there somehow.
"Goddammit all to hell, let me go!" Jerry protested.
Pam ignored him. She was on her knees beside him, playing wonderingly with his huge, blood engorged cock, smearing his hot meat with his own secretions. She kept making cooing noises. The sparkling gold crucifix at her throat emphasized her nudity.