'Just to divert attention from Mister Bothered here, I think we'll add more characters on stage.' She hurried to the door of the barn. 'I heard Celeste's car in the driveway now, I think. Maybe she'll have an idea on it, but you, Sandy, you're Carmen's maid-in-waiting, comforting her and helping her whip Don Jose into his dance in the air.' She paused to look back at the urgent flesh pressing Bryan's translucent girl panties into a grotesque bulge. Once Celeste was on the scene, her prisoner would be soaring high, wide and ready!
'That's gorgeous, Bryan!' shrieked Sandy as she peeled her mini and emerged in black lace scanty panties and teeny bra. 'Hit him harder, Pammy!'
Sprawled indolently beneath her prisoner on the rope, irritated at the idea of newcomers in the act, Pammy wielded the whip with devastating effectiveness. Her lashes were slightly painful, but massively erotic in their sting. Bryan's penis, storming to total erection, leaped from the top of the thin nylon panties and straight-armed the air, helpless and unattended.
Below and slightly to the side, the girls cuddled in pretended solace of each other, but their compassion was more seduction than sympathy. The whip dropped from Pammy's hand as Sandy peeled halter and panties from her frame and kissed her way across thrusting breasts and down her midriff, watching Bryan all the while. Pammy let Sandy's lip love creep closer and closer to her vulva.
It was ultimate torture to a captive Bryan to be hung like a side of beef above the girl-play. His phallus, swollen but obviously uninteresting to them, danced in rigid protest from the front of his body and he felt the pulsing of near spontaneous combustion to the entwined pair on the floor.
'How nice!' Denise's cry from the door caused only the slightest pause. 'Who, may I ask, is guarding Carmen's prisoner?'
'But, Mommy, this is so much more fun,' squealed Sandy, looking beyond her mother for the expected guest. 'Hi, Celeste! Heard the real Carmen was coming.' Neither awe nor embarrassment in her being caught in lesby embrace by the newcomer. Denise had already shared her play with the superstar with her daughters. She was one of them. 'You take Pammy's whip and beat on Don Jose Bryan. That'll make it just like the opera.' Sandy was dragged back to play by an impatient Pammy. She thought her mother had been teasing about the way she and Celeste would appear.
A dangling Bryan, refused cooperation by the one part of his body he wished would dangle, hung hopelessly aroused to the inspection by the new arrivals. He gawked, helplessly intrigued by the strange near-total cover worn by Celeste and donned by Denise before her return to the barn. Both wore three-quarter length mink stoles, crossed over at the waist and revealing they were undoubtedly nude beneath.
'You're very pretty, Bryan.' Celeste stood directly under the swaying figure, watching the awkward penduluming of his hard-on as if it was the most ordinary occurrence she had seen all day. 'Denise suggests we act out a secondary pantomime at the side and we make-believe we're guards of Don Jose's prison detail. See, we'll wrestle around and make like the tough men who will be punishin' you, once Carmen's escape is discovered.'
'Some tough!' croaked Bryan contemptuously. 'Who ever heard of guards in mink?'
'That's to cover our manhood.' Celeste flung aside the mink stole and stood arms and legs akimbo in full view of the dumbfounded prisoner. Her dazzling female glories glowed in ivory perfection under the harsh naked bulb… and there at her groin was a devastating, tantalizing contradiction to the luscious torrid woman-body. A great white shaft capped with a frighteningly real red crown ramrodded from the total woman wildness of her lower body. He gaped at the same devastating display attached to an equally inflaming Denise.
'Aw, hey… what gives?'
'Nothing.' Celeste slapped the cat o' nine tails in a nasty suggestive smacking against the palm of her hand, her hips rocking slightly when her playmate fondled the dildo she wore as if it were really alive.
'Hell! That's obscene danuneeehhh…!' Bryan lurched in midair, body bent in a frantic crescent to escape the repeated angry blows of the whip.
'Don't you dare call anything about the body obscene!' shrilled Celeste in a tone Bryan had never before heard her use. Not even in the scenes of anger in Carmen.
'Beat him!' squealed Denise, delighted with the impact their weird man/woman nakedness had on Bryan. Fleetingly she wondered if there might be any latent gay in Bryan, but she knew by all the signs that was the one thing he wasn't. It was just the fierce accent that they were women made by the jutting cocks they wore that had him fired. It was going to be something else when the two of them turned him into a rampaging male who hungered for 'older' women!
Raw fuck passion tore at Bryan as his Goddess, now an avenging angel, laid on him with the torturing strands. He was fiercely aroused by the sizzling wonder bodies of all four of the females. He saw Pammy and Sandy burrowing into each other in maddening indifference to his erotic agonies and the dismissal of him by his own generation inflamed him the more for the ripe mature desire-driven bodies trying to madden him. They had and they'd see.
Thwacckkk! The thongs slapped smartly across his buttocks and the savage reflex against the ropes made it seem his shaft would leave his front.
'Wait!' shrilled Denise. 'It's ridiculous for him to be so covered up!' She stretched to the turbulent groin of a now frenziedly writhing Bryan. The pink panties shredded from his hips and loaded testicles joined the bared display. 'I do believe he'd die if you whipped his pretty parts.'
'Naw… awhheee… Celeste, naw!' The strands slashed dangerously close to the flailing cock flesh and the sheer threat to his most tender zone by one so tender in her love was an erotic nightmare to the prisoner. Writhing and wriggling, contorting in frantic want of the female striking him, stung him to the core.
'Take it, Don Jose… take it!' The seething excitement of Celeste and Denise hugging each other, presenting that strange facsimile of male just beneath their explosively wonderful breasts, sizzled through every erotic pore even more than the tantalizing sting of the thongs.
'Awwhhhgg… I… I'm gonna…' From deep and far off his climax charged, as he swung in an aggravated arch before his audience. All action in the barn stopped to watch the stunning rain shower of male desire flying frustrated and uncontrolled from the cunt maddened Bryan. Legs crossed, powerful upper body strained in outrageous contortion, he let the climax spray in total abandon as his body swung helplessly attached to the rope.
'Oh, terrible… terrible!' shrieked Denise, stumbling from her embrace of Celeste's trembling body. 'Cut him down!' she shrilled at Sandy, grabbing the seemingly hypnotized girl by the shoulder to make her listen. 'Don Jose must be punished at once. Drop him from the rope and let him know his guards' displeasure.'
Bryan landed on his feet between the two 'guards' and almost simultaneously bounced to the barn floor as a karate-trained Denise dropped him with a surprise tackle. Before he had absorbed the seriousness of Denise's intent, she had him spread on the floor, a delighted Celeste smiling at his defeat by a mere female. Dropping to her knees, dark hair pulled in sexy disarray almost obscuring her face, she was to Bryan a totally different person from the lover who led him to manhood. Now she was woman taunting him with that Goddamned pretend prick. He'd show them all.
'Hold him down!' Denise squealed, struggling against a sudden surge on her inadequate scissors lock. 'Help me, guard!'
Bryan reached almost savagely to snare Denise's unprotected arm and drag it sharply across her deeply bent back. He was determined to end the contest and put things back to some kind of sense. Two wildly voluptuous female bods wearing two ridiculous cocks made no sense. But as he reflexed against Celeste's attempts to peel him off Denise's front, he knew why nothing would make more sense than he was making right now.
Staring at his musculature, worshipping his male body, were the two loveliest mature females he ever would meet. He let a determined Celeste force him back in a violent arch and as he strained in a deep crescent, he felt only the sweet pain of wanted male. What a sight he must present to Celeste and Denise! God… maybe even Pammy was watching!
Blood was driving now, pounding into that most overdeveloped of his muscles. The glow of the bright bulb overhead shone directly on his torso and he let himself be forced back still more by Celeste. Down his front he caught a glimpse of how the light accented the hills and valleys of his splendidly toned muscle and bone. There at his groin soared the most rigid bone of all – a ripe, freshened erection. What had drooped lifeless when he was dropped from the rope, was rock-hard in total readiness. On bared display to the eager eyes of his
