Meryl Lee - The younger the better

And now it was quiet on the rack, except for the sobbing happiness of Denise who never had had such intimacy from either of her daughters till now. Her superb body, perspiring lightly from her passion, no longer fought the wrist and ankle grips and she lay still, eyes closed, waiting.

"Bring him," she said quietly to the girl still curled at her crotch. "It's time for his torture."

"You know it!" exulted Pammy, squirming down along Bryan's side and bending to kiss impudently at the desperately inflated cock crown. "Come, Sandy, 'nuff play with Mommy's pussy. Let's see if Bryan has any better self-control than you did."

"Pamela! Where did you learn that word? Undo me this instant and put Bryan down!"

"Ohhh h, no, Mommy. We'll show you where Bryan goes. Mutiny, remember?"

"Dear God!" moaned a delighted Denise as the girls dragged a willing/unwilling Bryan, spread-legging him over her opened thighs and irreverently jamming his monumental erection hard against her soft labial flesh.

"Now we're going to see," Pammy danced away from the dazed Bryan, pausing to admire his position. He was still a prisoner, his hands bound behind his back. His powerfully muscled body looked both threatening and helpless, kneeling astride Denise. One move downward would drive him into her vagina, or a pelvic thrust upward by the outspread victim beneath would lock them in coitus.

"Help!" Denise was outwardly determined not to yield, but inwardly her body burned for Bryan's impaling. "However did you learn…"

"Peeking through our peephole." Sandy, enamored of the taste of Denise, crept across the curve of the wheel rack and flung herself across her mother's upper body, twisting to turn her own front outward as she heard Pammy slash at Bryan's muscular back with the whip.

"Whip him – not us!" she cried warningly when the thin thongs whistled too close to her breasts and splat across Bryan's front.

It was a weird, wonderful first for the captive male. He felt no pain from the thongs, but a maddening tingle deep inside at each blow. And flush against his ballooning prick was the gateway to sex heaven. He had only to urge his buttocks in response to the swatting leather and he would fuck his first woman body.

Fierce and frenzied deep within was the strange want to wait. A pledge to his own mother's nosiness about his sexual maturing was needling and it wouldn't let him go. He had promised he would remain a virgin till "the girl of his dreams" came into his life. No way to pretend to his conscience that wanton, wriggly Mrs. Pritchard was that girl. If she was divorced or not, his lust frenzy for a once-married seemed illicit… a battle against something like adultery.

He was losing the battle! He could feel her cunty lips trembling and warm against his cock crown. Gawking down, he saw Denise's labia had dilated. Her pussy cleft was already spreading to welcome his cock. Cockflesh against cuntflesh – so near – so far! He fought a hopeless battle to keep it that way.

Slaaappp! The thong whizzed past his chest and he saw the love whip snip teasingly at Sandy's pert breasts.

"Don't Pammy… don't!" Her terror sounded real, but the sparkle in her eyes as she shielded her mother, told Bryan Sandy loved it. "You know it makes me come!" she shrilled.

"So, come!" Pammy doubled the assault on her sister and as she did, Sandy began to vibrate and convulse in the clear grip of orgasm. Wriggling over to her tummy to escape the torture, she burrowed into Denise's breasts moaning and groaning, and began to milk and siphon at the taut nipples.

"Omigod, yesss!" Denise, electrified by the thirsty lips, was determined it was going to be Bryan's own doing that took her in copulation. Wiggling and straining, but never losing control of her lower body, Denise gave herself over to a lip-stimulated climax. It turned Pammy loose to focus on Bryan's back.

Thwaaaccckkk!

"My gosh… please… I…"

Thwaaaaccckkk!

Body-riding shudders swept Bryan as he felt the erotic lightning of the whip. His hips felt a relentless pressure, forcing them to move uncontrollably in a rhythm, mounting with each stinging swipe. He felt the compulsion to let go and drive himself downward to escape the whip. It meant one thing…

Thwaaaaccckkk!

"Ah… ahhh! Oh, geez, gotta… I gotta!"

His phallus was suddenly inside a tight vise. Its maddened crown was already almost out of sight. He was in the middle of wide-stretched cunt lips. Denise Pritchard's!

In total disbelief that it was really happening, Bryan gawked at the onset of his first act of copulation. Only the dark protruding glans ledge was still visible at the very edge of her labial lips. Then it was gone and he was rocking… driving… urging himself deeper and deeper.

"Bryan, my God, there's so… so much of you!" Denise was a struggling wanton, welcoming the impaling manflesh, long-gone in end-over-end orgasm.

"Yeah… oh, gosh… awwwhhh!" He was a male to behold. Arms lashed behind his body, athletic frame tensed and arched astride Denise's lovely woman form, he pumped himself helplessly into the tender clutch of the vagina. Pulling quicksand muscles dragged him deeper and deeper.

The whip was discarded as Pammy tumbled to the side of the two and watched Bryan's climax nearing. Passion-driven rapture cries sprang, inarticulate and bullish, then his tanned and tortured frame stiffened as orgasm paralysis took him.

He was pumping… driving… thrusting… then done!

With a cry of ecstasy and defeat mixed and mingled, he toppled to his side almost falling over the edge of the rack.

"Bind him in my place. Hurry!" Denise was loose and the three females splayed the naked Bryan across the curve of the wheel. "Now, he's our slave! Sandy, darling, you're first… what have you always dreamed of doing with a man?"

"I know," giggled Pammy.

"Wait a minute! No one's going to do anything with our fallen hero." Denise pointed contemptuously at a shriveled penis lying limply at Bryan's groin.

"I can change that, betcha." Sandy wormed and squirmed her way across his chest and down over his middle, making sure her breasts and her vee mound ground against her intended victim as she moved. Ready, she cradled his penis in her palm.

"I've always wanted to take a man just like this and turn his penis into a big hard cock. Then drink his honey."

"Sandy loves honey," taunted Pammy. "Girls' or boys' honey… doesn't matter."

"So?" Red hair flashed defiantly as Sandy tossed her head and bent to her target.

"Ohhhh… hey!" Bryan strained frantically against the ankle and wrist band and his body arched furiously as he felt warm moist lips trap his flaccid cock flesh. She engulfed the rubbery length and now whirlpooled it in a maddening saliva bath as she munched and chewed.

"Maybe Bryan-baby likes honey, too," cooed Denise, intrigued by Sandy's oral preoccupation, fascinated to see if she liked to be played with herself.

"Try her!" hissed Pammy, twisting her sister's hips to position Sandy's cunty cleft inches from Bryan's face.

He gaped in helpless enchantment at the magic of a girl's pudendum. Never in his wildest imagination had he known how it would look close up. Gross locker room tales had made it a thing to fear. Wrong, Bryan, wrong! Sunshiny pink flesh framed the dark cleft and hid the mystery beyond. His tongue wet his lower lip, even as he felt the stirring begin in his groin to Sandy's lip love of his phallic flesh.

"Kiss her… it's sweet…" urged an awed Pammy, watching enviously as her sister gave and got what Pammy was nearly out of her mind needing.

Bryan was desire-driven automation in his response. It was as if he had no control over the need to explore inside a female sex center and his tongue speared tentatively through the vulva into the vagina threshold.