Chapter 11

It was Denise who made the connection. "The cave!", she gasped, "It has to have something to do with the cave! I don't know how, but it's the only thing that makes sense! Strange things happen when we go there. Paul can heal himself, and even Bernie can feel something strange there. Ann and I can't, but the two of you can."

"I think you're right", Bernie agreed, "and Paul isn't the only one that can use whatever it is about that place to do things". She blushed when Ann asked what she had done. "I ain't sayin'", she replied coyly, "but you'll find out, eventually. I've got an idea, though. Do you think your folks will let you camp out there this weekend? I know it's kind of cold, but we could take extra sleeping bags. A fire by the mouth of the cave would help, too. I think it would be warm enough."

Our curiosity ensured we would ask. We did that at dinner, and the folks had some reservations about the plan. Predictably, the main concern was the weather. The daytime was fine, the average temperature was supposed to be in the fifties. At night, however, it would get as low as the teens. Eventually, we convinced them that wasn't all that cold, especially when there would be four people sharing warmth.

I think grandpa Granger sealed the deal with his comment of "With the four of you, it might get a bit too hot in that bed roll!"

Gail showed up for school Wednesday with her arm in a cast up to her elbow. According to the grapevine, her wrist was broken. A lot of head scratching was going on. The fact that Bernie didn't have a mark on her was a little confusing to them. I hoped that Gail's experience would help her grow up some, but doubted it would. It didn't help her disposition when Ann and Denise were moved up from the J.V. squad to varsity.

Our game against Promise was away, and was pretty far. We had to leave before sixth period to get there in time. It was one strange game. Somehow, our team now believed we were good. It showed, as we won easily. The final score was 49-20, but it wasn't really that close. Coach had us doing nothing but running in the fourth quarter.

We wanted to visit the cave again that weekend, but it was just too damn cold. In the end, it was probably a good thing we didn't. Frank and Jean decided to take a little trip, and all the adults were fine with us staying over there while they were away. The only problem was the sleeping arrangements.

There wasn't a bed big enough in the house for four people. I was beginning to see a trend. The girls were very good at arranging things, and they had done it again.

"Paul", Denise announced, "will sleep in Bernie's room, and Ann and I will take the guest room."

That wouldn't have been too surprising, but what came next certainly was. Bernie closed the door after we reached her room in the basement, and turned to me. "Tonight's the night, Paul", she said huskily. "Make love to me ... please?"

I guess I shouldn't have been nervous. Hell, it wasn't like I didn't have some experience! Still, for some reason I was. Somehow, this seemed different.

"What about protection?", I managed. "Your dad might really use that shotgun, you know"

Bernie chuckled at the thought. "Pa wouldn't ever do that, Paul. Unless you wouldn't marry me. There's nothing to worry about, anyway. I went on the pill the day after you kissed me for the first time. I knew then that you were the one for me. Now, show me what those two have been bragging about."

With that, she sat me on the edge of her bed. She started the show, then. It looked like she thought what she was doing was simply getting undressed. She was so naturally erotic, that I was afraid my erection would rip my jeans. When she finally completed her task, I was speechless. I barely kept from laughing, though. I couldn't help but think of the old children's story about 'The Three Bears'. In this case, none of the ladies was either too big, or too small. They were all 'just right'. Small, medium, and large visions of beauty.

Bernie looked a bit apprehensive, as she asked "Well, what do you think, am I hideous, or will I do?"

I was still speechless, but I could kiss. I didn't want to stop, and it was Bernie who finally pushed me back, so she could talk.

"I'll take that as your approval", she gasped. "Now, I want you naked!"

I didn't get to help, but I wasn't complaining. She was very efficient, and she got my clothes off a lot faster than her own. She was on her knees when she pulled my jeans down. They stayed around my ankles as she stared at the tent in my boxers, as if hypnotized. After a few moments, she completed the unveiling, and gasped.

"Damn, that thing is big. I'm glad that I know it fit into Ann. If she can handle it, I should be able to!"

Bernie didn't waste any time in 'handling it'. After wrapping both hands around my shaft, she dove right in. Literally. I didn't realize what she was up to until I bumped the back of her throat. That was amazing in itself, but after a brief pause, she went further. The feeling as I slid down her throat and felt her nose bury itself in my pubic hair was mind blowing!

After one more of those, I had to sit back down on the bed. Bernie didn't even break stride. It felt so damn good that all the wishing in the world wasn't going to keep me from losing it very soon. I managed to warn her, but her response was to wrap her lips around the crown, and run her tongue around it. That, and the vigorous two fisted pumping action, sent me over the edge.

Bernie didn't miss a drop of the copious discharge I sent her way. As I leaned back, gasping for air, I looked at her. She had a thoughtful look on her face for a few seconds, and then swallowed.

"I wasn't sure I'd be able to handle the taste", she explained. "I'm glad I like it, because I think you enjoyed that. Now I know I do, too"

"How in the hell did you learn how to do that?", I panted. "I've never felt anything like that!"

Bernie giggled, and said "I live on a farm, remember? Produce can be quite a learning aid. I'm glad the cucumbers were big this year."

The only way I could think of to repay Bernie for her amazing performance, was to return the favor. She was every bit as delicious as she looked. From her sweet lips, to her 38D chest, to her very juicy center. I found several differences between her and the other two along the way. Her sensitive spots were more numerous, and she sounded completely different when she came. Or perhaps I should say, she didn't. Bernie didn't make any sound at all, she just shook like a leaf in a hurricane.

After two of her semi-seizures, she dragged me up her body by my arms, and into position. "Now, baby", she gasped, "You're about to go where no man has gone before. Take it slow, though. I'm about as cherry as anyone in history has ever been. I know it's gonna hurt, OK?"

She had me worried, but it turned out to be better than she seemed to think. Not that it didn't sting, I could tell by her slight wince that it did. I was surprised to see a look on her face that bordered on disappointment.

It quickly passed, though, and she murmured "Make love to me?"

That was all she had to say. Making love is the best way to describe what we did, too. It was slow and gentle, and I made sure to stretch it out as long as I could. Sex with Ann and Denise was amazing, but with Bernie, it was almost as if we merged into one person. Somehow, I seemed to know exactly what to do in order to increase her pleasure. I followed my instincts, and something new happened.

Bernie's orgasms were perplexing. The quivering actually felt wonderful, and her expression was one I would never get tired of. What was hard to understand was her clawing my back every time she came. It didn't hurt that much, but it was certainly different! Everything about making love to her felt so wonderful that I didn't want it to end.

That lasted until she used that voice on me, whispering in my ear "Come for me, lover. Fuck me hard, and fill me up!"

I did speed up quite a bit after that. She met me halfway, and after five minutes of steady hammering, She went into another fit. I think she finally drew blood, as I emptied my insides into her. I was about to collapse, and started to fall to her side. Bernie wasn't having any of that, though. She pulled me right down on top of her. I was worried about crushing her, but she wouldn't let me move.

Eventually, she whispered "That was everything I had hoped it would be, and more! Now you only have one thing left to do before I'm completely yours."

"Huh?", I gasped, "What do you mean, one more thing?"

"You have to take my ass, silly! I've dreamed of this day since I met you. You have to take all three of my cherries in one night. Then, I will be yours forever!"

I tried to assure her that it wasn't necessary, but when my dick suddenly went from parade rest to full attention, I think she knew I was interested.

She didn't waste any time, either. She reached into her night stand and pulled out a jar. "Here", she said as she handed it to me. "Use this, so it will go in easier, OK?"

I did her pucker, first. It was a while before I finished. Not only was Bernie's ass spellbinding, she seemed to like it when my lubricated fingers slipped inside her sphincter. When I got to three, I put a dollop of the goop on my dick, and used that next.

Getting in was still kind of hard, but steady pressure finally let the head pop in. I stopped when Bernie gasped, but instead of staying still, she steadily moved her ass towards me. I was the one gasping, now! I thought Ann had been tight the first time we made love, but she had been loose compared to this!

I stayed still, and let Bernie handle the work for a while. That lasted a couple of minutes, but then she looked over her shoulder and said "Now, grab my hips, and fuck my ass hard!"