Meryl Lee - The younger the better

"Yeah! Yeah!" Wriggling eagerly down her hips and positioning atop her thighs, he flailed mercilessly at the saucy prominence of her mons, his undiminished erection electrified with erotic bolts of lightning at the punishment its owner was giving it.

"Beat'cha! Beat'cha!" he squealed, banging the cock from side to side at the top of her thighs, then sliding farther down almost to her knees. All the while Celeste held her legs pressed tightly together and she had yet to open the magic. With a cry of desperation mixed with determination, he drove a knee between her legs, forcing her thighs apart.

For one stunned instant he gaped at Celeste's exposed cleft. Thin, dark, slightly wrinkled line in the center of baby pink, very soft sex flesh. It was like Denise's or Pammy's or Sandy's but it was more. It was the love center of the Goddess who had come to his house. The dark soft line carved in the heart of that rosy pink play center was like no other in this world.

"Bad… naughty!" he choked, slapping her thigh as he kneed closer to the target. "Punish you! Gotta!"

No attempt by Celeste to conceal her vulva now. The pussy center seemed to invite the weapon he had held in his fist and she watched and waited for what he might do.

In a final frustration of indecision that he would dare go all the way, he flailed across the tender folds of her vaginal lips, then slammed his cock tip almost hysterically against the palpitating labia, shoving forward as he did. Suddenly, unexpectedly, they were one body.

"Oh… oh, Bryan! Yesss!" She ground upward in rapturous reflex. "You're inside me! Oh, I'm going… go… eeehhh!" The warm lubricant of her come frenzy enveloped his cock shaft and he was aware of wonderfully clutching muscles.

Her long legs reflexed to the fever of her coming and to the deep thrust of his cock and snaked up and around his waist. The orgasm-wracked quim tunnel clasped and squeezed his wild penis, trying to forbid his going deeper. With a shout of pure joy, he thrust feverishly to force the yielding and with the thrust he was in climax. Their bodies, vibrating in helpless come craze, locked and cemented as they let the passion take them.

Jennifer Quinby couldn't shake the thoughts plaguing her as she moved along the aisles at the A amp;P. She made her selections of the week's groceries, not really interested in her usual comparison shopping. Little needling uncertainties pin-pricked her thoughts as she reviewed the two weeks Celeste had been with them.

Her conservatory roommate was an absolute doll for a house guest. And the fifteen years since they'd shared room and board were like fifteen minutes, never fifteen years. They were as close now as then. In fact, much closer.

Jennifer shivered at the intimacy between herself and Frank since that one night of menage-a-trois when Celeste had been part of their marriage bed. The shiver was more from the persistent feeling that bugged Jennifer that Celeste should herself be having regular all-the time love from a man. She was too much woman. Both of them were. It worried Jenny to remember how she'd let herself go again after so many years in that intimate girl play when Celeste was in their bed.

Frank had loved it. Brought it up night after night since. The lesby in his wife seemed almost as exciting to him as the hetero. In fact, the very mention of how he liked seeing her love Celeste's breasts and other places always drove Frank to wild hard and the need for quick copulation.

When she'd tested the waters of his lust with a tentative suggestion that it might be nice to get Celeste back for round two, he'd enthused over her suggestion, then dropped it like a hot potato. It wasn't what he felt would be good for any of them, he had grunted, closing the subject.

Jennifer moved to the checkout counter, glancing at her wrist watch with surprise that she'd taken so long in shopping. The frustration of wanting Celeste to have so much more in sex and knowing that wasn't likely to happen, had preoccupied her. The time had flown.

She drove slowly home, not really caring that she'd taken so long. Celeste had said something about talking with Bryan if he showed up while she was sunbathing and Jennifer liked that idea. Bryan had been in pure awe of their guest and with only a week remaining of her Connecticut stay, he could miss the chance of a lifetime to get to know Celeste.

Wondering if the two were out back at pool-side, Jenny left the Marquis outside the garage and circled the house. Just as she was moving across the lawn, a little cry inside caught her ear. Celeste's!

A suddenly alarmed Jennifer, remembering Bryan's strange behavior at the Pritchard barn door a few weeks earlier, was in panic. Fighting the urge to call as she hurried through the kitchen, she moved quickly toward the sounds in the den. Apprehension… fear… her heart racing with near terror… she heard the cry beyond the door.

"Bryan! Beautiful Bryan… you're… you're… oh, I'm coming! I'm coming!"

Head spinning, Jennifer reeled against the wall of the dining room, almost colliding with the mobile cart on which Frank kept his liquor. Her brain refused to accept the passion she heard in Celeste's cry and even as she rejected it, the bullish roar of her son stung her ears.

"Yeah… yeah, take it! Gonna fuck you. Fuck you!"

"Come, Bryan… come!"

"Gonna never come!"

"You must! Give it! Give it to me! Harder!"

"Gonna stay hard inside you forever!"

Fighting for air that refused to pass to her lungs, Jennifer pressed the den door slowly open.

"Buh… buh… Bryan!" The writhing, contorted shapeliness of her best friend was the first thing Jennifer saw. Celeste in the midst of copulation… with Bryan!

Grinding upward from the dark green carpet, forcing her totally inflamed lover to support her body as her legs wrapped in a delicious scissors at his waist, Celeste was long gone in orgasm.

And then the climax grabbed Jennifer's son. Jenny saw the humping excitement suddenly freeze and his frame stiffen to the ecstasy. A strange look swept his face as his loins pumped and the ejaculation roared.

Then before her eyes at the height of his coming Jennifer watched his head loll backward and his frame start to fold. He was fainting!

Without a word he wilted across the convulsing body under him and as she felt him falling Celeste grabbed his arms, easing him down even as she ground against him, taking the final spurts of his semen.

All at once the den was completely still. Celeste lay quietly under the boy, her arms wrapped around him. Her head swung toward the door from the dining room as Jennifer entered.

"He's absolutely precious, Jenn." Not a hint of embarrassment or wrongdoing in her eyes and the mood was instantly communicated.

Moving to where the two lay entwined, Jennifer sank to their side and reached to press fingertips under her son's chin. The pulse was very normal, but he was obviously in a deep faint.

"It happened the last time we were together." Celeste said the words slowly and thoughtfully and seemed unaware of their impact on Jennifer.

"The… last… time?"

"Two nights ago. He came to me and he thought I was sound asleep through it all. But Jennifer, darling, no girl will ever sleep when your men are around!"

"What happened?" It seemed to Jennifer incredible to feel so natural. This mad conversation! Here, inches away, Celeste's body was bound to the body of her only child. Bryan's phallus was buried in the vagina of the first woman he'd been intimate with. It was a scene to rip the heart from the overly motherly, but as she shifted her glance, Jenny felt a quivering curiosity to know how that instrument of love sunk far from sight in Celeste's wonderful nudity must feel.