Meryl Lee - The younger the better

"Like always!" breathed Celeste, visibly aroused by the nubile nude astride her and never from the first even mildly frightened. "Like always, Jenny… and… and you were right."

"Was he?" panted Jennifer, breathless now at the brazen finger play from her "captive" that toyed boldly at her crotch.

"Oh God, he's good!"

The dawn sprayed across Frank's tumbling thoughts as the impact of it all smashed home. His great spontaneous seduction scene in the kitchen had been a sneaky mischief set up by these long-time friends. Relieved and turned on by the sight of his wife now in passionate clutch with Celeste, he crawled over the edge of the chaise, stroking and fondling one and then the other as girl play erupted.

No longer was Frank out of it as the two cuddled and clasped in happy reunion with each other's bodies. It was plain their intimacy had gone far beyond the side-by-side music study at the conservatory. To Frank, insinuating himself close to feel their pulsing delight in each other, it was like finding a new woman in the girl who had been his wife of more than a decade. Never the least hint of lesby interests before and now not the least self-consciousness in her play before him.

Little out of breath screams darted from each as they fingered, then kissed the other's most erogenous points. When Celeste curled in the bend of Jennifer's deeply tanned leg, she was a stunning contrast of buttermilk satin against deeply tanned skin.

"I want Frank to see how we made nights happy at Gordon," she murmured, nuzzling suggestively along Jennifer's inner thigh. "And I want to see if he has destroyed your pretty garden."

The spellbound audience of one gaped at the way a kind of delirium possessed Celeste as she kissed along the dark cleft, then tongue-speared deeply into her playmate's pussy. Jennifer, dissolved in instant orgasm with the first pressure of tongue on clit, was a wriggling demon-driven nude when Celeste literally commandeered her body.

Thirsty lips suddenly abandoned the tender cunty flesh and she raised her head to look Jennifer in the eye. "I love it… he's made your garden even more beautiful; your ditty's bigger and your vagina… oh, my dearest, has he taken you hundreds of times?"

"Thousands," panted Jennifer, writhing against the hands cupped beneath her buttocks to urge herself upward for new play. "He's pretty nutty about sex."

"I noticed. Beautiful." Celeste's hand was possessive and demanding as she clutched Frank's cock, nudged impertinently against her tail, forcing him, like it or not, to lie side-by-side with Jenny. "I want to kiss two sex nuts to distraction. Then I want you to do it in front of me."

A strange aura came across the threesome there on the double-wide chaise longue. Frank and Jennifer, unable to help their intense feeling for the magnet of Celeste, hugged each other as they stared down at the beautiful creature claiming total rights to phallus and vagina. Dark hair swirled and darker eyes sparkled as she sampled and sucked and kissed from cunt to cock. There was only beauty in her act. Nothing cheap or wanton. Something regal and worshipful of the sexuality of her friends.

In happy moaning delight she brought Jenny to peak and sent her in writhing orgasm frenzy over the crest, then shifted to a brief maddening fellatio of Frank's hard-on, licking and juicing it nearly to completion, but spewing it dripping and saliva-soaked from her lips at the last torturous instant.

"Good Lord, Celeste… finish me!" groaned Frank.

Even Jennifer wanted it. "He's my husband and I want you to make him come."

"Nuhunnnhhh!" Brunette lengths tumbled crazily and her body pretzeled in frantic contortions as she hovered possessively across their trembling bodies. "I want to watch you together," hissed Celeste. "Do it for me, sweet Jenny!"

An odd turnabout stormed Frank Quinby as he felt the arms of this near lifelong friend of Jennifer's yearning and tight around his waist, tugging to urge his copulation before her. It had been a long-time lust burning in the man to act out his passion for Jennifer before an audience.

"Gotta have you, kitten!" he exploded, throwing himself across the diminutive figure of a cock-maddened Jennifer and spreading her legs to his will.

"You'll kill her with that." Crouched beside them, eyes saucer-wide in fascination, Celeste watched the love organ pierce the needy pussy lips and move with practiced boldness deep into Jennifer's clutching cunty center. "Isn't it too much, my precious?" moaned the voyeur, leaning impulsively to kiss and fondle Jennifer's perky breasts.

"Course!" gasped a sex-driven housewife, feeling more courtesan than married as Frank came alive with a fever she hadn't felt for years. "He's killing me with it. I love it! Love it!"

And then the cabana quieted. Beyond the entry the sound of distant locusts. Inside, the soft breathing of a spent and happy threesome was all that could be heard. Delicious moments of afterglow.

"You two are very precious," murmured Celeste as she rolled away from the hands that stroked and tugged to try to urge her to a more intimate embrace. "I'm going to bed."

"And so are you, dear heart." Jennifer's happy face lifted above Frank's shoulder to follow Celeste's departure. "And you're never going to tell us, are you?"

"What?"

"Whether our way is better than your way."

At the exit from the cabana, Celeste looked thoughtfully at the pair snuggled on the chaise. "If it's a Frank with a Jennifer, no contest." A special kind of radiance mingled with an eerie aloneness in the nude slipping into her pink peignoir. "But I haven't met a Frank… and I wouldn't try to steal a Frank even if I could. So, for me it's right the way I am." She tiptoed out into the night.

Alone in the cabana, Frank clutched his wife tightly and nibbled sensuously at the soft tissue of her earlobe. "You set me up!" he accused. "You knew what that noise was in the kitchen all the time."

Jennifer's slim figure was cemented fiercely to his. "Guilty." Her mound was restless against his and he lay unresponsive, letting the sexuality of her smooth satiny feel get to him. The memory of the kitchen and the play that erupted in this cabana tortured him to a freshening erection.

She felt his stiffening flesh and trapped it mischievously between warm thighs, forcing the burgeoning cock to stay motionless while it ballooned. "Want to take it to her?" she cooed. "I won't stop you. We promised way back when we were girls what belongs to one, belongs to the other."

Frank's answer was in the arching of his body against the vise of her thighs, kneeing an opening between her legs and stuffing his phallus almost brutishly into Jennifer's snug vagina.

"Doesn't work that way, baby, and you know it," he murmured softly as their coital rhythm began. "I'd like to fuck hell out of both of you… tonight… tomorrow… every day. Hell, yes, I admit it!"

"So, maybe you ought to while she's here."

"That's what I mean by female smartass talk!" His buttocks cheeks tensed as he ground impatiently against the cuddly form under him. "She's not up for grabs."

Jennifer, rocking in the slow familiar copulation pattern she loved to use to protract their intercourse, kissed him impulsively. "You saw what most men don't," she whispered. "She's in a world her talent has her locked into. She looks like everyman's dream of mistress and plenty have tried."

"But she does love it," interjected Frank. "She loves it every way. With you as much as with me."

"And she chose it." Jennifer was pumping now in the spell of the indriven organ, rapidly losing control to runaway passion.

"You chose, baby. Glad?" growled her man.

"Ohhhh, Frank… Frank… my beautiful ohhhh, yes!"

The double-tiered bus, Charter Special from the Baltimore game, was an hour out of destination when Pammy Pritchard made her move. Everyone of the football team and the cheerleader squad was obviously zonked from the two hundred mile ride back from defeat.