"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?"
"You'll see." Denise pushed him toward a room off the side of the improvised dungeon. "Get into your costume first, so you can get used to the feel of it."
Not a trace of mirth in her eyes, he noticed. In fact, it was an altogether different Denise than the wild witch who had driven him to such sexual extremes in this very room several weeks earlier. It could be all on the up-and-up, he thought, as he pulled off his clothes and tried on the snug briefs. He wished a mirror was around someplace to see if he looked ridiculous, but he felt a curious indifference to how he looked. Somehow he knew he could be sexually indifferent this night, no matter how provocative the sexy trio tried to be. He was sure they'd try something. Like even what they'd given him to wear. Nudie panties! He'd bet they belonged to one of the Pritchard females. The thought they might be Pammy's sent an involuntary shiver racing up his spine.
"So, how do I look?" He stepped back into the room and affected a weightlifter pose, body profiled, one arm bent, the other resting on his hip.
"Beautiful!" exclaimed Pammy, darting to his side to test the muscle of his upper arm. "I do believe we have a man here, Mommy."
"I'd say so."
Denise felt the tingle of lust touch every nerve under her satin cocktail gown. The panties Bryan wore were her own. The way they were filled now was just as Denise had expected when she selected her snuggest fit. His well-stocked testicles alone would nearly fill the panties. His formidable penis bent and limp was a coiled snake clearly visible in the container. Denise wondered how the elastic nylon would hold when the inevitable happened.
"Here's how the music sounds." She turned on the record player and lighthearted notes burst on a strangely hushed trio of girls and the lone male.
It was a recording of Celeste's last performance… "Now you shall dance for my reward." Lovely dramatic soprano perfection… notes reaching happily… "…and you will see, my lord, the dance you shall dance is of my own invention…!"
"There's where the lights come up behind the scrim to let the audience see you two. Pamela, you are to pantomime as Carmen and you are Don Jose, Bryan. We'll begin with her throwing the noose under your shoulders. Tie his wrists, Sandy!" Denise was suddenly imperious.
A minute later Bryan, clad only in the scanty girl panties, was penduluming from the rope flung over a rafter, twisting and turning to the will of the rope and the sting of the cat o' nine tails.
"Hey… hey, wait! Is that really s'posed to be the way…?"
"Shusshh! Prisoner!" Pammy lashed at his bared back and he arched in unpretending reflex to the sting. "Improvise, Celeste said. So we improvise till she gets here to make it very earthy and very sensual."
"Wow! Hey… this is tough to take!"
"Bryan!" Pammy stared in mock indignation at the instant swelling of his penis in response to her stinging with the cat. The surprise in her eyes was pure mischief. "Bryan Quinby, you stop that this instant! There's no need to get bothered!" But there was and everyone knew it – especially Pammy. Inside, she felt the most bothered of all for that gorgeous lovely sex meat he was mounting.
A mixture of wild emotions stormed Bryan as the controls went. He knew he wanted to stay soft, to play the pantomime cleanly, indifferently… he knew there was no way that was about to happen, unless he turned supercool man. With the way things were going inside his head and his hypered body, it was going to be wildness everywhere. The crawling certainty took him that he didn't care now. Sweating to the giveaway signs urging against the thin cover they'd given him, he really wanted to keep it down, but everyone else wanted it up. Staring down his front, he glared at his half-inflated erection, still contained miraculously by frantically stretched nylon girl panties. Last desperate willing the hardening to stop. It refused to go away.
"Sandy, you get into the act with Pammy!" exclaimed Denise. "In the scene Don Jose swings overhead while a sad Carmen needs comforting. She's leaving her lover to escape and he'll be disciplined, maybe killed, by his superiors. Then off at one side two of Don Jose's guards will be cavorting and wrestling."
"Who's to do that?" demanded Pammy, curious that she hadn't heard her mother speak of others in the act. "Thought only me 'n' Bryan were in it."
"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 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.