Meryl Lee - The younger the better

Celeste eyed her hostess quizzically. "Converted to what?"

"Everything three bright young girls of 1975 need. See, I include myself as young as my daughters." She laughed too brightly at her humor. "I want to show you the second floor. We even have a gym up here to keep toned up."

"How clever." Celeste followed the superbly stacked redhead into the converted guest room. "I would say the girls' mother keeps herself beautifully toned." She sighed enviously. "You and Jennifer! No one would believe you each have adolescent children. You look like adolescents yourselves."

"Oh, what a doll!" Denise flung grateful arms around Celeste's waist and hugged her close. "For that remark you can have anything in the place as my gift." The urgent grind of her vee against Celeste's pubic mound gave the word of the gift she most wanted to present. No reflex response from Celeste to the intimate hinting, and suddenly sure she had misread the vibrations between them, Denise hurried into the exercise room.

"Got everything here to trim down and shape up." She waved at the assorted exercise paraphernalia and watched the cuddly shapeliness of superstar Celeste as she moved nonchalantly from exercise horse to parallel bars to pull ropes attached to the walls. "None of it could improve your figure one bit," she said sadly, seeing play time evaporate.

"What do you keep in these drawers?" Celeste asked, turning to a built-in wall dresser.

"See for yourself. All kinds of things. Smart Belles – that's girls' dumbbells, and stuff like that." Denise felt her heart skip as Celeste bent to the bottom drawer. "Oh – oh! You would choose that one!"

Celeste looked up curiously. "You don't want me to open it."

"Go ahead. But it'd look strange to some. That's our sexercise equipment."

"What a cute name for it." Celeste opened the drawer and stared for a silent moment at the array of play penises. Half-a-dozen dildos in varying lengths and thicknesses, some erect with large dark crowns, others smaller – all of them stiffened neoprene flesh plastic, ready to entertain.

"Are you shocked?" Denise watched her guest's eyes.

"Of course not." She selected one pretend cock of twelve fleshlike inches rigged with a thin harness. "They look like fun."

Fun was the word Denise had been waiting for and she darted to where Celeste still bent to the drawer. Cupping an arm across the small of her back, Denise fingered the snap of her guest's sunsuit briefs suggestively. "Try one on! I'll show you how my two girls shocked me the other night. They pretended they were professional male wrestlers."

Celeste giggled happily at the ridiculous picture of wrestlers in an arena wearing erections. "You'll have to show me how it goes on. I've never… it actually feels like flesh."

Denise's fingers trembled when she released Celeste's panty snap and drew undies and sunsuit panties down across the smooth thighs. There was absolutely no self-consciousness in Celeste and it was a disarming sensation for Denise who usually found the females she wanted reticent at first. Still nothing in Celeste gave away an innate lesbian nature.

"Now, Pammy put hers on like this. Fact, this is the one she used." Denise attached the thin belt around the hips and through Celeste's thighs. When she tightened to snug the dildo in place, she was sure there would be a gasp at the intimacy. None came. Warm, soft pussy flesh yielded to the light pressure of Denise's knuckles as she adjusted the realistic cock low on Celeste's vee mound. Tempted out of control, she pressed lightly under the dildo, depressing the cunty cleft slightly.

"Nice," murmured Celeste, watching the top of Denise's flame red hair. Her voice was tense. "I've often wondered how men felt wearing one of these."

"Go look at yourself." Denise nodded toward the full-length mirror along the wall. "But first you have to take off everything to get the full effect." She tugged the halter bow and abruptly Celeste's magnificent breasts were bared as their cover drifted to the floor. "You are gorgeous!" breathed an awed Denise, staring at the carved perfection of the cream ivory globes.

"Let me see you in one." Celeste strolled in brazen exhibition of her torrid nudity, sensing the fierce animal lure of being a cockswoman. In the middle of the room she walked the length of the exercise mat, watching wide-eyed as the frighteningly real cock mounted atop her pubic mound swayed awkwardly to each step.

Denise stripped quickly and mounted a smaller version of the phallus, then hurried to join Celeste now studying herself quizzically in the mirror. "Aren't we beautiful?" demanded Celeste, catching an arm around Denise's waist to hug her close, then staring at the weird attachments to fantastic female bodies reflected in the mirror. "Did you say your girls wrestle wearing these?"

"They do till one or the other of them is overcome – either shoulder pressed to the mat. Or else dildo pierced. Now are you shocked?"

"I don't understand, shocked. It sounds like a nice game between girls. Show me." Dark hair tumbling across one shoulder, nipples hardened with excitement at the way the two of them looked, Celeste was obviously ready to be shown.

"Anything goes!" Denise circled her curvaceous adversary warily, one arm reaching tentatively for a hold while Celeste tried to copy her wrestler's crouch. "You can wrestle legally, hammerlocks and all that. Or you can use anything you've got to subdue your opponent." As she said it, she kicked suddenly, spilling Celeste in stunned surprise to the mat and falling quickly across her wriggling nudity to spreadeagle her in instant near victory.

"Ohhhh… dirty tricks!" screamed Celeste, grappling for an armhold and coming up with a handful of red hair which she instantly released.

"You make it too easy to beat you!" squealed Denise, grabbing an exposed arm and dragging a wriggling make-believe man back from near escape.

"Just to get you off guard!" Celeste's hands planted boldly on two vulnerable breasts, fingers squeezing the firm boob flesh with just enough authority to instantly terrify Denise. Her one fear in wrestling play with her daughters was assault on her front. Almost like male castration fear, she was traumatized by any threat to her explosive globes. She gaped now in genuine fear at the clawlike femininity of the fingers clutching her tender ripe titties.

Celeste caught the alarm in the other's expression and capitalized instantly. Squeezing the tempestuous targets and letting two over stimulated nipples creep into view between her fingers, Celeste drove her hostess back, almost ruthlessly deepening the arch till Denise's long hair spilled in disarray on the mat behind her. Violent spasms were quivering through Denise's straining body, telegraphing she was on the edge of orgasm.

"Look at us!" she hissed, catching their image in the wall mirror. "We're wild!"

Denise looked through blurred eyes at the mingling of their bodies. Beautifully tapered legs entwined, breasts thrusting arrogantly toward each other's, hips rolling restlessly… and there, pyramiding in maddening contradiction to the bodies wearing them, two fierce cocks pointed red-capped and angry at each other.

"Surrender?" demanded Celeste, forcing Denise's shoulders closer to the mat.

"Never!" She writhed and wriggled and was almost free of Celeste's clasp when suddenly, shuddering violently, she wilted back against the mat, staring in paralyzed delight down the gapping between their bodies. Celeste's dildo had ramrodded Denise's to one side to make way for its greater need.

"My God, Celeste, darling… you… you're fucking me!"

A lock of dark hair tumbled loosely, obscuring one eye, but the rest of her lovely hair was behind her shoulders, so nothing hid the fabulous femaleness of Celeste as she hovered over the tantalizing wonders of Denise. Bold and fully in command, buried in the welcoming cunty cleft of a panting redhead, was the cock on Celeste's front.