Meryl Lee - The younger the better

"Ahhh… yeah… yeah!" His body was humping in frenzied reflex when the faint took him and as she felt his body start to fold, Celeste ground herself against his ejaculating cock, giving vent to the convulsions of her own coming.

"Bryan?" she whispered to the figure lying inert across her front. "Bryan… do you hear?"

No answer.

Only the deep-throated rasp of a male reflexing for air and finding it in some far-off orbit.

Carefully she extricated herself from under the body enveloping hers, catching her breath at the unrelenting determination of the glistening cock that snaked from her vagina. A moment later she had him lying on his back at her side and she crouched across his hip, staring in admiration at the banana-shaped curl of the bent phallus.

Even with its hardness diminished, the boy's cock was a heroic love weapon. Celeste fingered it thoughtfully, watching his face for any hint of his return to consciousness from the faint. No way. His expression, as taut and expectant as it had been when the orgasm seized him, was unchanged.

She bent to the swollen darkness of the glans tip and began to lick. Slowly, deliberately, savoring the tarty sweet mingling of her spunk flow with his semen residue, she tongued Bryan's puffy but flaccid sex flesh. Then she felt the quiver. A slight tremor at first; suddenly, a ramrodding leap of stiffening shaft that brought an involuntary gasp to her lips. There in the moonlight, all unknown to its owner, quivering and fully hardened, was a superior work of overdeveloped cock art.

Celeste was almost casual in her fellatio. It was as though she knew the time schedule of his return to consciousness. Kissing the wide crown of the prick, licking under its protruding ledge, then guiding the cap to her nipple to wipe off a drop that oozed into view from the eyelet, she played.

Mouth open, she dawdled the dark tip inside her oral port, seeming to be undecided as she felt its electricity against her lips. Impulsively changing her mind, she swung astride the hips of her unaware lover and lowered herself onto his spearing cock, letting the cramming thrill of it fill her frame.

As the ballooning ripeness rammed to what felt deliciously more than her vagina could take, Celeste was whipped with the uncontrollable urge to impale herself totally on the maddening organ. She drove downward, feeling climax storm as she did. For wild orgasm-ridden seconds she swayed in a paroxysm of come emotion, neither conscious nor unconscious. Any voyeur would know she was in climax heaven.

Her lush, straining torso arched in a deep crescent as the semen charged from her unaware lover. It seemed to blast to the very tip of her head, trying to spurt from her breasts as it shot, dizzying her beyond all sanity as it reached her brain.

Then the frenzy passed and as she slid from the statue-like stillness beneath her, the erection began to topple. By the time she was quiet at his side, drawing deeply for air and settling to the same position as when he passed out, his penis was a limp coil at his crotch.

Moments passed before the silence in the room was broken by Bryan's groan. He stirred, propped to an elbow and looked in dazed confusion at the female beside him. Comprehension came suddenly and he slid quickly from the side of the bed, feeling shock vibrations ripple his spine as the awareness of what he'd done and where he was came home.

Stumbling away from the bed, trembling uncontrollably, he grabbed for the tumble of his terrycloth robe.

A second later Celeste heard the door swish softly over the carpet, followed by a light click as he shut it behind himself. "Thank you," she whispered.

It was two days later at the Quinby poolside and Celeste lay sunning on a patio lounger. The shadow of a new arrival fell across her face, waking her.

"Hello, Bryan."

"Oh… hi, Celeste. Didn't know you were out here," he lied. "Mom's off for the grocery. Thought I'd take a swim."

He dropped to the deck chair beside her and she eyed him smilingly.

"Haven't seen you for a few days, Bryan. You're always off to school when I get up, or still at football practice when I have to leave for the music circus."

"Yeah. Has been a couple of days, hasn't it?" He knew exactly how long. Two days, thirteen hours since he made that madcap visit to her room, saw what he saw and did what he did. At any second since, he had expected either her or his dad or mom to say something, but no one had. He had gotten away with it completely.

Now, looking across at the barely covered figure, he caught his breath, wishing he could dare something again, knowing it was out of the question. What he'd tried was first and last and end of the line.

"Wanta take a dip?" He jumped from the prone and stood staring down at the body he felt he knew so well, yet didn't know at all well enough.

"I'd love to, but sun's all I can have, I'm afraid. Can't get my hair wet…"

"Oh, sure. That's right. You're onstage tonight. Hey, that's really fantastic, the way you sing to your own playing. Don't most… you know… concert singers usually have an accompanist?"

"Most. That's where I'm different. I do light concert and like to keep it informal. Your mother tells me you started piano yourself."

He shrugged, feeling pinpricks in his groin and knowing the conversation had better end.

"Yeah… I'm not much good yet. Sure do want to learn to play boogie or some of that great jazz."

"Maybe you could show me how you're coming," suggested Celeste, wriggling over onto her tummy and cupping her cheek against her arm. "I'd love to hear. Maybe I could even give you some ideas. I love jazz piano most of all."

"No kidding? When can we do it?"

She squirmed sensuously, obviously happy to be lazing in the chaise. "Ummmhh, you swim a few minutes. I'll sun a few minutes and then let's do it while we're thinking about it."

"Great!"

Stirred to furious erection against snug white rivieras, Bryan lurched to the tile edge and dove into the pool. No way he could let her see what lack of control he had. He trod water and pretended to clean the pool's side filter while he's red over the edge at the beautiful female. Sleek curvature of tail and back, sexy spill of dark hair draped over the side of her deck chair. He frigged quickly underwater, then tucked his softened cock under cover. For a few moments he swam vigorously to and fro lengths of the pool, then climbed the metal ladder to go sun beside her.

"Let me know when you're dry," she murmured from under her arm. "I'm ready to go in any time."

She sat at his side on the piano bench, still in her bikini. Already Bryan wished he'd changed to better cover. For frenetic minutes he entertained with what he knew, lost in preoccupation with the keys and driven to perform well for the ears of the fabulously talented Celeste.

"Very good!" she enthused as he finished an enthusiastic, if imperfect, "Slaughter House Blues." Her eyes danced with appreciation and he saw the sincerity of her praise.

Unexpectedly he caught the drama of her bust contour. Engrossed with his playing, there was no problem, but when his glance wandered below her throat, he was in trouble. The swelling stormed instantly and painfully against the front of his trunks and Celeste saw. She glanced, then stared. His penis, quadrupled and steel hard, ramrodded vertically against the white elastic. The fat crown trapped and contorted under the edge of the suit, threatened to burst free of the restraining cloth at any second.

Celeste could even see the hint of the trunks bulging away from his gut and a start of crimson flesh beginning to ooze through. Bryan was in obvious agony.

"Play some boogie with me," she said softly, fingering the base keys and shifting closer to him oh the seat. So close their thighs touched.