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.
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…'
CHAPTER EIGHT
'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.'
