tormentors.
'Hawyahhh!' The bullish cry broke from his lips and he lurched and wrenched free of the ineffective hold the two had. 'Now we just cut out the crap! You want to know what I think of your phoney dicks?' He flailed an angry blow at the dildo jutting nearest and Denise tumbled to the floor, clutching her middle in pretended pain. 'Nothing hurts! Don't give me that act!' He threw himself across the wriggly torso and ripped the play cock unceremoniously from Denise's front.
'And you!' His arms swept Celeste's hips before she could dodge and she spilled helplessly across Denise's succulent curves cushioning her fall to the floor. 'I'm going to introduce you and you to what a real cock feels like!'
Ignoring the wide-eyed amazement of Pammy and of Sandy whose lesby romp was abruptly abandoned, Bryan dragged Celeste's body across Denise's tempestuous breasts and positioned her crotch exactly where he wanted.
'You want to show me how men behave in your old Carmen. Let me show you how real men behave.' His horny phallus slithered easily through the welcoming cunty slit and for a breathless moment he had to grab and hold. The orgasm was far too ready to sweep him and he was going to drag this round out. For their reward for making sport of his hypersexed state, he would have both females crying for mercy.
Out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of the entranced expression on Pammy's face. It was a guy she had never really seen before and he was determined she would beg to see more of him after what he was about to do. With almost contemptuous disregard for the instant orgasm moans breaking from Celeste's lips to the stroking friction of the cock to and fro past her clit, Bryan leaned to the other ready cunty target.
'Oh… ohhh… Bryan! Yess!' Celeste's body was that of yearning tigress of the jungle in a bitch heat to welcome his loving tongue. 'Do, Bryan… do!' His lips pressed tightly to her yielding labia, savoring the passion fragrance and licking mercilessly from clitoris to the palpitating flesh at the entry to her vagina.
Both Denise and Celeste crested in simultaneous rapture, screaming in happy orgasm abandon and totally in the control of the male who played them. When their climaxes subsided, it was Bryan who took the initiative, dragging his sopping cock from Denise's still convulsing quim and repositioning his playmates for round two.
In bold and brazen command of two out-of-control voluptuaries, he led them through ecstasy after ecstasy, never letting his semen rain shower soar, heady with the thrill of bringing such utterly delectable females under his control.
Thwacckkk! Pammy, appearing from nowhere, laid the leather thongs across his rump and he howled in surprise and suddenly the controls he'd held were shot down. 'Ohmigod! Gotta! GOTTA SHOOT!' His ejaculation stormed into Celeste and she screamed her delight at the gift, writhing and wriggling and meeting his crest with her own. On and on the bolts of semen charged, volcanic and hot and endless… till finally they slowed… and then it was that Bryan caught the look in Pammy's eyes. Contempt!
As the luscious girl with the fabulous body and a beautiful attraction toward him turned away in disgust, truth slammed home. Bryan saw Pammy Pritchard walking out of his life. Sudden stunning awareness. This was the girl he really wanted most of all – PAMMY! Not Celeste. Not Denise. Not Sandy. And sure as hell not this female already grappling at his back for a handhold for new play.
'Yahhih… Denise, damnit NO!' He struggled wildly to escape the eager hug of the clasping arms and suddenly it was too late. He was trapped and worse. His cock was at full ready again, spearing upward against yielding pussy and nudging through the cleft.
'Oh, do! DO!' Celeste was all over his front, helping immobilize him for Denise's wishes as she settled onto her toy.
Denise was across his hips, and there between their bodies, licking eagerly, was Celeste!
'Gotta lubricate super stud!' she cried happily, and Bryan had a fleeting glimpse of predatory want, clawing across his front, holding his hips from lurching as he drove his outsized organ into Denise.
An overwhelmed Bryan felt his cramming gluttonous cock spear into cunt and drive frantic, involuntary responses through the spasm-whipped body.
Helpless to control himself, the fifteen-year-old gawked at the wild female riding him in merciless coital demand. A spinning whirlpool of thoughts and sights and sense swirled through his head. Clear and undeniable was the want he had for these two sexpots, but more was his want for Pammy – now gone from sight.
A cry surged deep in his body and he was vaguely aware that he was ejaculating. Then vision blurred and the room went dark.
'Stop! Stop… STOP!' The echo of his outrage was the last thing he heard as he lost consciousness.
How long he was out, he didn't know, but when he came to, he was lying alone and very naked in the middle of the little circle of Denise, Celeste and the twins.
'You all right, Bryan?' demanded Pamela, staring at him with unblinking hostility.
'Yeah… what happened… I…'
Pamela was on her feet and running toward the barn door. 'You know very well what happened! At least, be honest about it. Some boys like the older generation better 'n' anything.'
The door slammed behind her departure.
There was a catlike satisfaction in Denise's smile and something registered crystal clear in Bryan's mind. It was ten times worse than the ending of that last night trip over to this place. This time he'd been disgraced before the girl he most wanted. Denise had had it all ready and waiting in the wings. She'd set him up on purpose to make a fool of him.
He shoved to a sitting position, then stood slowly and stared at the three faces looking up at him. For an outraged second of adolescent fury he wanted to flail out at all three – smash a fist into the smile of Denise and watch her spit teeth.
Instead, he spun on his heel and stumbled from the barn into the night.
A peal of girlish laughter followed him. 'Bryan, baby, don't you want to practice the dance number?'
In the far recesses of the loft overhead a spellbound, outraged Jennifer watched her son's departure. It had come at last to a terrible crisis point. The worst things she had thought of Denise Pritchard were mild to the reality of what she had done.
Taking Celeste's invitation to Pammy and using it to destroy a young man's confidence in himself, was to Jennifer the worst sin a woman could ever commit. But where to go now? A crushed and beaten boy had just been turned back to his mother.
Shivering against the storm of erotic thoughts she'd felt as she watched Bryan's sexuality in action, Jennifer crawled to the far side of the loft and let herself quietly from the barn.
CHAPTER NINE
It was one in the morning when Celeste returned from the music circus.
In the kitchen she paused and listened to the silence of the Quinby house. Her last week night performance of Carmen at the Fairfield Music Circus had been her best. A grateful Connecticut crowd had howled and applauded for her return to stage eight times after the final curtain drop.
One of her best nights. Both her singing and her dancing had that special plus.
She poked into the refrigerator and found the midnight brunch plate Jennifer always left ready for her late night return. On the spur of the moment she stepped from the kitchen onto the patio and out across the lawn toward the pool, carrying the tray. Her pumps stayed behind on the flagstone.
The moon overhead was a slender sliver. Outlined against the night sky were the tops of the swaying border pines that edged Frank and Jennifer's property. Finished with brunch, Celeste lay back on the wide deck chair, studying the constellations, fingering the yoke of her evening gown as she reviewed her evening's performance.
Impulsively she opened the side zipper and wriggled free of the snugness of her clothing… dress… bra… panty hose. Beautiful abandoned feel of nudity. She stretched luxuriously, then walked the length of the pool.
There at the tip end of the diving board she balanced easily, bouncing gracefully, feeling the cool night air touch her nakedness at every point. Her body knifed the water with nearly the same precision of a decade earlier
