Meryl Lee - The younger the better

With steady commanding strokes, the play prick impaled its victim. Sleek tapered legs crept around Celeste's hips and scissored at her waist. Arms circled her neck to draw her tight in fierce copulating embrace. Slow, steadily increasing rhythm of coitus. Low moans of mutual joy as the friction of the dildo excited Celeste's vulva, even as it tortured Denise's vagina. The base of her fake cock ground mercilessly back against Celeste's pudendum, maddening her clit, and suddenly it was Celeste who was in orgasm.

"Oh… ohhh, dear God, YES!" She humped wildly into the welcoming pussy, letting the come spasms take her, knowing for the first time the way it is for a man when coital need overwhelms self-control.

In end-over-end climaxes, contorting and straining, breasts and hips mashing, arms and legs entwining in the fever to get at each other, the delectable pair let come frenzy take them.

Was it five minutes… thirty… an hour? Whatever, they lay spent and panting lightly for air as they stretched exhausted on their backs. It was Denise who finally moved. Rolling onto her tummy and hunching to rest her weight on her elbows, she looked down at her playmate. "You wrestle very well," she said softly, leaning to press a kiss on Celeste's cheek. "If you didn't give me a baby, it wasn't your fault!"

Peals of laughter from a convulsed Celeste, then abrupt silence. "Let's talk about Bryan and Pammy's rehearsal tonight…"

"Hey… wow! You mean I'm supposed to do this in public?"

"Behind a screen. Nobody'll recognize you, sissy shy!" Pammy showed contempt.

"But they'll see we're almost naked. Right?"

"Course. And it'll be beautiful."

Bryan gave a low whistle and glanced uncomfortably at the nothing cover he was holding which the girls had told him to wear for the Carmen prisoner scene where Don Jose, corporal of the guard, is hung for Carmen's pleasure before her escape from the prison of Seville.

Denise was explaining at his side, "The audience will think it sees a strapping male strung up naked by his wrists by a frail female."

"Some frail!" grunted Bryan, slightly terrified, but mostly tantalized.

His shock at the proposal was enough to jolt his libido to a quiescent state and let him absorb the way the girls had rigged the barn's "dungeon" room. He remembered the last time the Pritchard females had trapped him here and he was jolted that he would ever be back after the way that last frolic had ended. That Denise, who once had banned more play, had herself invited him back to the barn, was a little hard for Bryan to believe. It reopened a fantastic potential with Pammy, whom Bryan liked best of the twins.

Craziest, the invite was passed to him through his own mother. "It's for Celeste," was Jennifer's only explanation when she gave the green light to his participation. "She needs a very sensual backdrop to two of her songs in the first and second acts. Of course, you don't have to."

"I'll do it! Gosh, but don't blame me if I make an ass of myself."

"You couldn't." His mother had smiled. "It'll be fun. Just be yourself."

"That's what I'm afraid of," he muttered in a quandary as to what made adults tick. Since Celeste had come to their home, his sexual emotions had run the gamut.

It had come to a head in the week past. The coach had dumped him to junior varsity football and he'd flunked a biology exam. Now this. If his mom had any idea of the chaos at school, this dance bit for Celeste's weekend finale of Carmen would be out. She'd know soon enough, but maybe by then, he thought, I'll be gone.

Weird, wonderful dreams had filled his thoughts about Celeste for weeks. He was only a kid, but she'd said he had great talent at the piano. Maybe she'd let him join her tour and kind of manage some of her concerts. Even as he mulled it, he knew it was a dumb dream. No way he'd fit in, even if she was long-gone on the lover she'd turned him into. There was no way he could hang in, once her stay in Connecticut ended next week.

That this fabulous female would soon leave was hard to take. The invitation to be part of her performance onstage, even if only a way-out surrealistic part behind a scrim curtain, was something. Not much, but something. He'd be acting out with Pammy some of the wild frenzies Celeste had built in him. And yet… had she really? Was she even real? He always had the feeling when he left her that he'd been with an illusion. Real and sex-crazing, taking every horny inch of his love organ into her passionate body but still, an illusion.

After it was over and she was away from the house, performing onstage and he was at school, it seemed impossible to have happened.

Even when he was in the midst of wild copulation with her or when she was playing with his body like there was no tomorrow, he'd stare at her and not believe it was really happening. Even when she was fuck wild, panting and climaxing, writhing under his repeated need of her, she was pure lady.

Total royalty. That was Celeste.

In their acts of sex she could let herself go completely and yet still remain a princess. She was mystery. Nothing cheap or easy or giveaway to her. His cock was in her only because she willed it to be.

In his heart he knew if she ever called – ever cried out – ever wanted him to come – he'd run to hell and back to be with her. But now there was a new awareness. Pammy. He was invited back into her life. And what a re-entry had been planned! This time he was determined he would not foul up the opportunity.

Abruptly his reverie ended and he was back in the barn, fingering nervously at his sport shirt zipper and looking at the three females before him, waiting for his decision. For an instant he felt oddly detached and vastly older than his fifteen years.

Sandy and her mother were both fully dressed. Sandy in a mini and Denise in a yellow cocktail gown that dramatized her flame red hair. Pammy was already in what she said she would wear for both the dance sequence and the dungeon scene. Even the sight of her torrid figure in black lace bikinis momentarily had no impact on his lust. Too many decisions to be getting hot and bothered. Like if he did this bit with Pammy, even if Celeste was out front stage beyond the scrim curtain, chances were she'd look back as she sang. He'd be on damned near naked display with another female. Like what if he lost his cool? Got it up in public!

It had been Celeste's own idea. She'd whispered it to him as they lay entwined after love in her bed… his bed. "It will be a different audience this weekend, Bryan. Fun-loving. We can make a special backdrop to my singing, if you will perform an innocent, very sensual dance with a girl. Will you do it?"

He'd agreed. Now it was all on the line. She was due to arrive for the barn rehearsal at any moment.

"So, show me what I'm supposed to do." He stood from the crude bench and dropped the flesh colored panties to the seat. Flexing powerful arms, he extended them toward Denise to bind with the rope. "Let's do the hanging bit first. See if I survive!" he added with a tense, brittle laugh.

"Whoa! First of all, you have to get dressed for the part. Let me tell you about that." Denise bent to retrieve the briefs and pushed them into his hand, then stepped over to the improvised gallows. "Celeste will be singing Carmen's 'Je vezis danser en votre honneur'. That means, for you non-French speaking kids, 'I am going to dance in your honor'. That's where the action behind the scrim is first seen as the lights show up the pantomime."

"Some pantomime." Pammy giggled at the word. "Carmen has just taken Don Jose prisoner and he's dangling from the rope and she's making him dance on the rope in her honor."

"So give," demanded Bryan suspiciously, catching the girls' exchange of glances. "What's the 'making him dance' bit?"