Meryl Lee - The younger the better

Braced for her outrage or her slap or almost anything, Frank spun her around against his front, grinding his hard on into the thin chiffon as he kissed her lips.

Suddenly the hot hard flesh of his penis was through her frilly pink peignoir, its knobby cap urgent and rude against the soft undercurve of her vee mound. The heady wildness of his sex flesh rubbed against her pubic down, slid over warm pussy tissue and tore all the controls from Frank. Not daring to look into her face or wait for a sign of her wanting, his arm cupped tightly at the upper curve of her tail, he bent Celeste back. Far back.

Startled as she was at his incredible behavior, she arched deeply to his pressure, her head tilted to stare at the tumult-driven prick jabbed against her crotch. Then her head lolled back in limp surrender, eyes closed, lips parted, her body taut but her arms loose at her side. The peignoir spilled open and nearly left her shoulders, but Frank was unaware of it. In totally exposed voluptuosity, her nudity was before him. In what couldn't have taken five seconds, she had opened to his will, her sleek thighs slightly parted to offer the ultimate prize.

Frank took. Hands cupped at her buttocks he bent slightly at the knees and thrust upward as he straightened, impaling Celeste's torrid femininity on the end of his phallus. A sharp intake of air and a momentary stiffening as she felt his first demanding thrust. Then the passion was on him. Her body, animated even in standing coitus, seemed to envelope his and he was going… going… too soon! He fought to hold it back. Lost!

Hot, spraying darts of semen raced into her barely penetrated vagina.

It was over.

That fast it was over and done with and a wilting, glistening cock slithered from her cunty cleft. Her arms crawled sensuously over his shoulders and around his neck and she was leaning silently against him. For long moments no words.

Frank, frustrated that her body wonders had forced him to climax before she had begun to build, hugged her tight and searched for words. None came. The great chance to really make it with Celeste was blown. It was a want that had burned feverishly from the first sight of her. Now it was gone.

"You don't give a girl much chance, do you?" Her eyes were full on his face. "Is that… what do athletes call it…? Your best shot?"

"But gosh, Celeste… I don't…"

"Must be more." Sultry, whispered taunting! "I'd like to know why Jennifer chose you, instead of her career. Could it be this?"

One savage squeeze forced him hard again and he caught her hand and ripped it from his erection, pushing her toward the back door. "The cabana… out by the pool. You'll find out what she got instead of a damned music career."

Nothing short of earthquake could have stopped Frank Quinby as he tiptoed from the kitchen out onto the dew-dampened grass and across to the swimming pool. Just as they slipped from the screen door to the flagstone patio, Celeste squeezed his hand fiercely. Her pink shorty gown slipped from her shoulders.

Something tore inside Frank at the sight of her total nudity in the night. Dancing away from him, arms wide flung, breasts happily thrusting, she was a nymph of distant legend. The brightness of a full moon gleamed across her front and accented hills and valleys of incomparable splendor. Her ribcage concaved deeply into her waist and satin smooth flesh plateaued to the wild width of her hips, curving back into the prominent vee mound that topped her love center.

He strutted proudly before her, naked himself as they reached the safety of the cabana. A potent man, vain about his overdeveloped genitals, Frank grabbed the opportunity to show off as he hefted a mattress over his head and strode brazenly to the double size chaise lounge.

This time it was right. No hurry. No impetuous schoolboy in Frank's lovemaking. No premature ejaculation. He molded her fantastic curves across the chaise he'd had specially made for sex. Resisting inner springs gave a kind of surprise reflex to his thrust as he drove his phallus into her, giving each spearing stroke a whip snap when he ground her taut buttocks hard against the mattress. Passion agony was on her lips as he withdrew with tortuous deliberateness almost to the tip of his cock after each thrust.

The cabana became an isolated world apart from reality as he rode and conquered and heard her sweet screams of fuck need. She was finding what she wanted to know – why his Jennifer wanted man instead of music for a career.

Jennifer! His bold betrayal splashed like a brief rocket before his fevered thoughts as he felt himself hurrying toward long delayed orgasm. Frank hadn't been that great in fidelity to this wife. Not at the office and not at the annual convention of dairy products distributors. He had his fun, but never, ever in their fifteen years of marriage, had he ever been unfaithful in his own home. Something had torn inside with the coming of Celeste. Something whipped him to have her once, to prove a wild premise that he could in one act of love, get closer to Celeste than all their long friendship had ever brought the girls.

Clasping and clutching, hearing the throaty moans of her ecstasy, his climax built and built but didn't let go. Couldn't let go till it forced her on to her wildest orgasm ever. Frank had the weird, wonderful awareness that he had achieved heaven and hell simultaneously. He had acted on his impulse to try to seduce Celeste, only to discover it was Celeste granting him her body. Even as his orgasm rippled through his loins, he was into her because Celeste wanted him there. Not because he was the world's greatest lover.

Then the climax was on him and he was ejaculating into the devastating glories of his wife's best friend.

"Awwwhhh… Celeste, yuh… tuh… take it… take it!" Frank's come was a hot barrage, leaping and racing just as a banshee scream coming from the threshold of the cabana pounded and reverberated across the two bound-together bodies. Jennifer flung herself across their final punishing, writhing thrusts as climax slowed.

"Ayyyeeehhh!" Frank's roar of pain and surprise sprayed at the night as he tumbled in a mishmash of arms and legs to the not soft flagstone of the cabana.

Hands wild before his face to protect himself against raking fingernails that tried to ravage a shoulder, he spun away from the assailant, then cringed behind the tilt end of the chaise, gaping in disbelief. His wife! And such a wife! Rage and animal lust for what she had obviously watched stolen from her, whipped the smaller Jennifer to a fury of strength beyond any that Celeste had to repel the initial assault.

Sprawled across her former roommate's striving curvaceousness, Jennifer was almost fragile in comparison to Celeste. But there atop the explosive breasts; straddling the more succulently muscled body of superlatively endowed Celeste, Jennifer was a fierce sex kitten in her own right. Feline, sleekly turned arm and thigh muscles, a taut trimness accented by the pixie bob of her platinum blonde hair and the perkiness of small breasts, Jennifer had a terrifying sensuality of her own.

Frank gaped as if seeing his wife for the first time, then bellowed helpless protest as she poised tensely over the spread-eagled Celeste, arms straight as she gripped jutting boobs. For a mad moment Frank was sure he was going to witness to the mutilation of the most glorious breast over development he ever had seen, then Jennifer's shrill cry ruptured the electrified silence.

"You Amazon witch! How dare you!" She was in a world alone with Celeste, no longer aware of Frank's presence. "Like always! You helped yourself." Outrage in the words, but not in Jennifer's tone or her expression. Fingers that had been clawlike when they first grabbed the milk-ivory globes, were now cupping the magnificent orbs almost tenderly.