The double-tiered bus, Charter Special from the Baltimore game, was an hour out of destination when Pammy Pritchard made her move. Everyone of the football team and the cheerleader squad was obviously zonked from the two hundred mile ride back from defeat.
"Just want to ask my neighbor, Bryan Quinby, something," Pammy whispered in Coach Jeff Taylor's ear, pausing by his seat.
"Okay, Pam. But don't wake the others." Taylor had his suspicions, but it was no time to enforce a separation that kept the males on the bus's lower level and girls on the top tier. Despair over the game loss was too great to get sticky about playing chaperone. Coaching was his job and at the moment Jeff Taylor felt pretty much the half-assed coach. They should have beaten the Terriers, if he'd done his job.
Pammy couldn't care less about the loss of the football game. What bugged her and had since the day in the barn, was that her mother really meant it about Bryan. He was not to be the sexual plaything for herself and Sandy. Mommy had been adamant. It was okay for the twins to get him hot and bothered and okay for Mommy to give him cute little shows with her bedroom drapes open, or the bathroom venetians forgotten, but no more real fun and games. So they turned him into a kinky freak. As far as her mother was concerned, that was his problem. Bryan had served its purpose of studding the girls' sex education.
It wasn't how Pammy saw it, even if twin Sandy agreed. Bryan was a human being. Bryan could never mess up their lives by ratting anything about sex between them. He was a nice guy, maybe a little gullible, but at fifteen he had a right. And he had more. He had a beautiful bod and an unforgettable cock. Even as she walked toward the back of the bus where he slept, Pammy felt the goose bumps of excitement remembering.
A little sigh of relief escaped when she saw he was seated where she guessed he'd be. Two rows away from any of the other footballers. He was a frosh, the only ninth grader on the varsity, and the older guys hadn't accepted him. After his fumble today at the big moment when he could have won the game, he'd really be down. It was Pammy's big chance. Sandy hadn't wakened when she slipped from their seat and she knew Coach Taylor wouldn't come to check them out.
"Bryan?"
He was a dark shadow in the blacked-out rear of the bus and he was either asleep or not up for a visit from his neighbor.
"You played very well, Bryan."
"Uggghllll… sure." The figure stirred, proving it was alive.
"I mean it." She slipped into the empty seat beside him. "So you dropped one football. There were three other fumbles, besides yours."
"Yeah, and mine lost the game."
She rode in silence beside him, studying the way the telephone poles stormed past the bus windows and recognizing lights in the little town they were passing through. Forty-five minutes from home. If she was going to make a bid for play, it was now or never.
"I don't like Mommy's rule, Bryan," she whispered, curling toward him and resting her head on his shoulder.
He grunted and shifted to make the fit more comfy. Good sign, thought Pammy. At least he wasn't throwing her out. The last poles with lights were passing as they left Wetherwood and the glow through the window gave her the glimpse she'd hoped to see. Bryan was mounting a hard-on against his slacks and there was nothing to stop her, once they were back out on the country road.
Her hand crept boldly to his lap as the bus went totally dark and she found the zipper lock quickly. His fingers were fierce at the back of her hand, then abruptly limp. He was hers!
With quick deft strokes she brought him to a head and with a bored sigh as she tongued into his ear, she whispered, "Want me to do what you do for yourself?"
"Huh!" He stiffened resentfully at the accusation.
"I mean, I hope you do. All three of us hope so. Least that's why we give you a show most every night from Mommy's bedroom."
"So, why'd you quit?"
Pammy giggled. "Because you have all that big name company. Bet you wish you could be sleeping in your bedroom while she's stayin' with you."
"Maybe I'm doin' just that."
"Huhunnnh. We saw where they dumped you. You're all by your lonesome down in the TV den. Who do you dream about, Bryan? Us next door or your pretty Celeste?"
"Shut up," he groaned, slapping her hand away from its play with his cock. "You're not going to sucker me to be a fall guy again!"
He hunched over against the window and dragged angrily at his zipper to close his fly, but the twist of his slacks kept the zipper separated. Frustrated by his wants and his lack of courage to dare with this cockteaser, he pulled the pillow partly over his head and pretended to sleep.
Pammy let him alone for fully two minutes; just long enough to make him think she had given up. Then she reached across his hip. Long, warm and trembling hard, the penis jutted across her palm. This time she said nothing. Simply clasped the shaft, but held her fingers motionless while her eyes accustomed to the darkness in the seat well. By the time she could make out the cock's white gleam against the shadowy black, Bryan's need was fierce. Pammy could feel a slight involuntary pulsing at his hips to the demand his prick was sending, to every erotic pore of his body.
Tilting the needy barrel backward toward her pursed lips, Pammy tongued the ballooning cap lushly and slowly.
She heard a moan stifle in his throat and felt his pelvic muscles urge in response to the licking. With a delighted under-her-breath cry, she took the thunderous glans fully into her lips and began to milk the spongy tautness of the crown. Her saliva washed freely over the organ and down the cock shaft, wetting her fingers and drooling onto his loaded balls.
Her siphoning was silent and possessive, drawing and sucking with a fierce intensity that gave Bryan terror, then hope, that she was going to engulf the whole of his sex assembly. He fought to stay motionless as his orgasm grabbed. Bless the distance between his seat and the nearest of his teammates!
His ejaculation leaped in frenzy and at the first drops Pammy gave a little gasp and spat the discharging prick from her lips.
"Ohhhh, nice!" Her hanky covered his spewing cock, catching his spraying semen as she masturbated him furiously to bring out the full load of come.
"Geez… thanks!" A changed Bryan, face glowing happily in the shadows, turned toward his temptress and pawed eagerly under her mini. "My turn."
His fingers were tender and determined as they toyed at her vulva lips. She wanted to beg him to kiss her and tongue her as she had done for him, but this had to be a silent trip. Her hope to make him her secret lover, secret from her mother and even from her sister, hinged on patience. Besides, even his fingers were something that would help her heat.
With hurrying rhythm, he strummed round and over her clit, finger-whipping the hyper sensitized flesh, and forcing the clitoris to fluttering, tingling madness.
"Good! Bryan, it's so…"
"Shhhh!" he hissed the warning just as she hit climax and spasmed violently against his devilling fingers. It came and went quickly and the aftermath was a needling frenzy to want to drag him to the floor and rape this shy, sweet neighbor boy, then and there. Instead, she cupped his face in her hands and leaned to press a long and lingering kiss.
"You are quite the guy," she whispered. "Thank you."
He was strangely silent and she cuddled against his shoulder, wondering if she was anywhere at all in his thoughts.
Bryan stared out the window at the night rushing by, his mind a hundred miles away from his goal line fumble that afternoon or his just finished play with Pammy. He could think only of that fabulous house guest at home. Celeste Ann Dantrelle. Not just pretty Celeste, as Pammy had called her. She was love Goddess Celeste, princess of the heavenly body, woman among all the women of the world, and tomorrow he was going to do something about it. Maybe even tonight, if the bus didn't get them home too late.
When the folks had asked him if they should meet him at three a.m. at the school, he had told them not to bother. He'd get a hop home with one of the guys who had his car in the school lot. Motive to that madness. The house would be dead to the world in the wee hours and he'd have the perfect chance to steal into his own room for a sneak look at the body perfect.
Celeste had joked, when someone asked at dinner table what she slept in, that she slept in her perfume. Maybe nothing else? Bryan shivered at the potentials. Steal into his darkened room, creep to the side of his bunk and then… geez… then, he'd do something to let her know how he felt.
The tremor pinpricked to every nerve. What if she should wake, this Goddess? She embodied everything sexual, but she was a million miles away from such as he. If she opened her eyes and saw, everything would come to a smashing, screaming finish. He had to be out of his skull, even to think of a kooky caper like this. But the idea had needled him night after night as he lay wakeful in the den. He'd gladly given up his bed for the makeshift cot downstairs and now he wanted the sight of her sleeping on his bed to remain with him always. At least, he could have that to remember! Just ahead were the lights of Palma Hill. Home!
When Bryan eased the bedroom door open, its soft whisper on the rug sent a chill racing. It was his room and he had forgotten the giveaway sound of the deep pile carpet. Across where she slept, the filtering moonlight sent an eerie pattern of light and shadow from the pines outside.
He waited, holding his breath. No sign of stirring to the shapely form lying under only the thin cover of a sheet.
Moving more confidently, he neared the edge of the bed, clutching his terrycloth robe tightly at the middle. He stared at the outline of her body clear against the cotton percale, then his glance darted nervously to her lovely face, visible now as his eyes grew accustomed to the light from the window. No flicker of a lash or movement of a muscle to hint she had wakened.
But she had.
It was the soft noise of the door swishing on the carpeting that brought Celeste fully awake from what was yet only half-sleep. Her thoughts had stayed with the pair she had left at poolside and she felt the grind of envy of the girls with guys and homes and gardens. She'd love marriage, but her music had ruled otherwise. At the first sound of the door she wondered if it was Frank or Jennifer or maybe both.
From under lowered lids she watched quietly as a white robed figure advanced across the room.
Bryan! The awareness came with a stunning shock. Bashful Bryan who stuttered whenever she surprised him with interest or a question.
Beautiful Bryan of the Adonis-like body and the boy-man maturity to his frame. What a totally insane thing for him to do – to come to her like this and risk parental discovery and certain fury. She knew there was only one emotion powerful enough to override even fifteen-year-old judgment.
As Celeste watched unseen, he reached her side, paused, and she could feel his intense gaze. The sound of his breathing was even and slow as he bent to study her form nearly totally concealed by the sheet. He didn't have the air of a panicky voyeuring adolescent.
"Thank you," he whispered softly, almost inaudibly as he kissed her forehead lightly, then quickly straightened. He remained motionless for long minutes, his knees touching the edge of the bed. No way she could steal a glance below his waist without a giveaway movement of her eyelashes, but she could feel a strange warmth and caught a sexy fragrance.
His next move was daring and dramatic. As if some demon had taken him, Bryan stiffened, stretched his arms high and wide above his body, letting the terrycloth robe spill open, then tumble from his shoulders. In one fractured second he gave confirmation of all Celeste's estimates about his naked body. Able to look as Bryan backed a step from the bed, she drank in the taut muscles, the powerful chest, the rippling strength to his midriff, and there – bold and bursting – that grotesque over development of bristling erection, dark capped and threatening.
Incongruous in its size against the lightness behind that showed he was still without pubic hair. So young, but so long! So young, but so thick! So young, but so hard and eager that the horny shaft leaped dramatically beyond a right angle from his body, its mushroom-shaped glans appearing top-heavy in the glow of the moon.
A smothered sound of agony slipped from his lips and even as she heard it, Celeste saw his hand circle the cock stem. He moved knees tight to the side of the bed and his pelvis thrust forward so that his prick actually jutted across her face, not more than a foot above her eyes. Fantastic wealth in those loaded testicles! Incredible power in that flesh spear!
Certain he was going to masturbate and leave, Celeste watched from under long lashes. His stroking started… intensified… then stopped!
There, starkly white and massive in the moonlight, ramrodded the bared cock, gripped by a young man trying to fight the impulses sweeping him. Now he stood there, brandishing his sex indecisively, almost unable to contain the want cries trying to break from his lips.
It was time to tilt the action.
Bryan gaped at Celeste's slight movement under the sheet. She seemed to be shifting her leg. Heart-stopping fear swept, nearly driving him to terrified retreat from his crazy caper. Then the even movement under the sheet near her chest slowed his terror. She was breathing evenly again, unaware of his presence, lost in slumber, he reassured himself. Breathless from his buildup to near orgasm, but gutless to go on frigging for the moment, his curiosity grabbed.
Did she wear pajamas or nightie? Her shoulder showed bare. She could be naked underneath the sheet!
And that kooky turn of her leg. Looked like she had bent her calf up under her thigh as she slept. Looked like the thighs were slightly separated!
You're nutty, Bryan. Nutty! She's Celeste, your mom's best friend, superstar of concert stage. The lecture inside went on, but his curiosity was now runaway wild to steal a peek.
He reached very gently to the sheet, not daring to breathe, and tugged the edge carefully away from her chin. Slowly exposing her nudity, his chest thundering to his boldness, Bryan slid the white sheet downward.
The tease of the cotton percale moving against her breasts sent the nipples to rock-hard points and sensual electricity rifled to every erogenous tip of Celeste's body. He saw one arm move, then the other, but now he was unafraid. She had to be in a deep sleep and he was lost in total worship of the phenomenal body he was exposing.
The luscious breasts leaped from their hiding place under the sheet and that startled him, for breasts, he thought, always lay in repose when a woman lay relaxed. But like every other stunning thing about Celeste, her beautiful boobs jutted full and firm and hard-tipped. God, to kiss those sweet dark aureoles… to suck and lick there… and there… and down there!
His hand drew the sheet rapidly now, down over the indentation of her navel, across the flat smoothness of her tummy to the rise of her pubes. The provocative lift of her mons stopped the sheet's movement and he straightened, gawking at the partially uncovered vee.
A fringe of dark pubic down showed. Clearly and undeniably he could see the rise and fall of the love hillock. A pulsing urgency made the edge of the sheet ripple and impetuously he dragged the cover down the full length of her. Perfectly tapered legs! All that wonderful female now exposed. Her magic center was shadowed by the half-light and the torture of seeing her thighs parted, one leg turned under at the knee, was almost too much.
He dropped to a knee and leaned brazenly across her thigh and stared, his eyes trying to penetrate the dark valley of her crotch. Frustration! All it gave him was a hint of lightly fragrant perfume. Strange, he was almost sure he caught the suggestion of a sexy smell mingled with the cologne, or whatever it was, but no way could there be that. Bryan knew. This Goddess of super body perfection must be without sex in her life. It was the price of fame.
A sweeping headiness took him for an instant and he fought the frenzy to burrow into that shadowed cleft and kiss and love the need that must be there. Then… all unexpected, totally terrifying, he felt the brush of her fingers across his hair as her arm drifted down across her tummy plateau. Her hand lay cupped across the curve of her pubic mound!
Stunned and enchanted in the same frightening second, knowing it was an unconscious act in her sleep, he didn't dare move. The back of her hand actually touched the side of his head and any movement could wake her. He was trapped within inches of her most personal self.
"Mmmmhhh…"
A low, inarticulate moan slipped from her lips and he saw the movement of her fingers as her hand slipped further over the curve of her pubes. The fingers must be penetrating her pussy slit, even as he watched. Damn the darkness! A once-in-a-lifetime chance to see what a girl did in her sleep when she didn't even know it… like a guy with his wet dreams, maybe… and he couldn't see! He stared feverishly at the dark triangle and felt the mattress under his elbows quiver in a kind of electric pulsing.
Now Celeste's lower arm was moving in a kind of urgency and he could see the hand bent more dramatically against the vulva. She was playing with her vagina as she slept!
Fantastic first for any man, Bryan was sure, to be stealing a peek at the Goddess' most intimate behavior.
His cock was rock-rigid as he dropped by the bedside and began to masturbate in quick, urgent strokes, letting the want mount in himself and seeing it even more pronounced in the curvaceous nudity, writhing and straining now against the mattress as she strummed herself.
"Uh… uh… uhhhh!" Little cries burst half-muffled from her lips and as he gawked at her passion, Bryan was driven to his feet, pumping in frantic need to match her climax with his own. And with lightning swiftness, her hand shot to his cock. Fierce fingers circled the steely shaft, clutching possessively… taking over the stroke… dragging demandingly even as her other hand continued to grind at her own sex center.
The heady, runaway thrill of imminent orgasm stormed Bryan. A gagging cry of disbelief broke from his lips as her pretty little fist ripped the prick stem in violent up-and-down frig madness. Her shapeliness was on full nude display, every curve straining, breasts jutting explosively to the emotion, tearing her from her own self-play. She writhed against the happiness her fingers were giving her pussy flesh and as she wriggled against the sheets, her head turned and the light of the moon was full on her face.
Her eyes were shut. She was still asleep! Bryan, sure till that instant that she had awakened, gawked at the closed eyelids and the curve of dark lashes that announced the miracle. She was playing with herself and playing with him while she slept! Goddess of love so highly sexed that she could go nutty with herself and with a man's erection and never know it was happening.
A certainty took Bryan. Celeste, unlike married women, manless and constantly on some music tour, was reacting to girl instincts. Anyone that sexily stacked was built for cock around the clock. It came naturally. And she must starve for it with her damned career. But it still bugged her, psyched her for sex maybe, especially when she slept.
"Oh… guh… golly!" His cry rasped low in his throat. Her fist, clenched around his prick, pistoned furiously now, keeping time to the frenzy of the fingers she had driven into her cunty lips. He tried to angle himself away as he felt his climax soaring, but she gripped him even more fiercely.
The spray of his semen was a splattershot shower of sparkle joy, leaping from the tortured glans tip and squirting into her face and across her spasm-whipped body. It was unbelievable ecstasy to Bryan to gape openly at a girl he believed totally unconscious to her actions and to let his sperm shoot freely at the lovely inviting flesh. The come hit Celeste on her vee mound, sparkling into the dark pubic triangle. It splashed across the contours of her brazen breasts and a few drops went directly into her parted lips. Some of his semen had gotten into that pretty mouth!
Even as her hand drifted from his outrageous prick to fall limply to her side, Bryan was swept by the magic of what had happened. She had masturbated both of them! Never known it! Never knew even now as the milk-white residue of his discharge puddled at the low points of her gorgeous hills and vales. He saw it glisten at her navel and in the cleft of her boobs… even one droplet sparkled in the corner of a closed eyelid.
Staring down at his unrelenting erection, stiffened again almost immediately after a momentary sag when his climax ended, he was driven by a new thought. She was deep in sleep, but still so psyched that her body quivered in light, involuntary spasms. It was time for more.
And something much more daring dogged his possessed thoughts. Why not give her the ultimate in sleep sex? Fuck that torrid, desire-ridden body of hers right as she slept!
The impulse swept and commandeered Bryan, driving him over the edge of the bed and into the valley of her legs before common sense could stop him. Suddenly he was there, on his knees between her parted thighs, one palm resting his weight as the other hand steered his formidable cock into the shadow at the meeting place of her legs.
Celeste felt the delicious pressure of the determined prick nudging her labia and already spreading the pussy tissue open in bold intrusion into her vagina. With a barely perceptible thrust of her pelvis she urged upward at the hungered-for man spike and drove herself onto its darkly swollen tip just as Bryan's courage began to fail.
He was mounted before he knew it. Inside the most gorgeous girl in the world. Fucking into her tight snatch. Feeling the grabbing quim muscles clutch at his cock as he ground himself deeper and deeper into – CELESTE!
Every raw nerve in his body was part of their copulation. He stared into the beauty of her face, clearly visible as she twisted under his thrusts.
Still her eyelids never fluttered to give a hint that she was awake. That she was going wild inside to his plunging prick was plain from the ecstasy in her expression. Even asleep, her eyebrows arched and her nostrils dilated and cute crinkles marked a furrow in her brow as climax neared.
Her lips were the giveaway her orgasm was near. Their dark satin richness was a pretty pucker at first as she tried to contain the emotion she felt far down. Then all at once the lips parted prettily… a little… then a little more, till they were almost wide enough to take a cock's head, thought Bryan, feeling a weird momentary detachment as he watched the phenomenon of a girl about to come.
Her head strained back, forcing deeply into the pillow. One lock of her hair tumbled over an eye and the rest was in sexy disarray across the pillow behind her. Parted lips were letting little cries of desperation through and the sound grabbed and tore what self-control Bryan had managed for the first moments of their coital binding.
"Ooohhh… yess!" moaned Celeste in a husky whisper that pierced to the marrow of his tortured emotions. "Oh, do me… do me! It's… beautiffuuhhlh… oh, fuck, fuck!"
Her lower body was a sizzling, writhing assault on Bryan's phallus… siphoning… clutching… dragging… taking full command of an instrument of love that no longer was his own possession.
"Wuh… wait!" The useless plea spilled from a paralyzed sex slave to the Goddess. His head was spinning happily and a blinding euphoria took command of all his senses, whirlpooling his thoughts to oblivion. Abruptly, just as the orgasm ripped him, everything around him went rainbow colors – then black and formless. He was in another world… another sphere… something had him out of his own control.
"Ahhh… yeah… yeah!" His body was humping in frenzied reflex when the faint took him and as she felt his body start to fold, Celeste ground herself against his ejaculating cock, giving vent to the convulsions of her own coming.
"Bryan?" she whispered to the figure lying inert across her front. "Bryan… do you hear?"
No answer.
Only the deep-throated rasp of a male reflexing for air and finding it in some far-off orbit.
Carefully she extricated herself from under the body enveloping hers, catching her breath at the unrelenting determination of the glistening cock that snaked from her vagina. A moment later she had him lying on his back at her side and she crouched across his hip, staring in admiration at the banana-shaped curl of the bent phallus.
Even with its hardness diminished, the boy's cock was a heroic love weapon. Celeste fingered it thoughtfully, watching his face for any hint of his return to consciousness from the faint. No way. His expression, as taut and expectant as it had been when the orgasm seized him, was unchanged.
She bent to the swollen darkness of the glans tip and began to lick. Slowly, deliberately, savoring the tarty sweet mingling of her spunk flow with his semen residue, she tongued Bryan's puffy but flaccid sex flesh. Then she felt the quiver. A slight tremor at first; suddenly, a ramrodding leap of stiffening shaft that brought an involuntary gasp to her lips. There in the moonlight, all unknown to its owner, quivering and fully hardened, was a superior work of overdeveloped cock art.
Celeste was almost casual in her fellatio. It was as though she knew the time schedule of his return to consciousness. Kissing the wide crown of the prick, licking under its protruding ledge, then guiding the cap to her nipple to wipe off a drop that oozed into view from the eyelet, she played.
Mouth open, she dawdled the dark tip inside her oral port, seeming to be undecided as she felt its electricity against her lips. Impulsively changing her mind, she swung astride the hips of her unaware lover and lowered herself onto his spearing cock, letting the cramming thrill of it fill her frame.
As the ballooning ripeness rammed to what felt deliciously more than her vagina could take, Celeste was whipped with the uncontrollable urge to impale herself totally on the maddening organ. She drove downward, feeling climax storm as she did. For wild orgasm-ridden seconds she swayed in a paroxysm of come emotion, neither conscious nor unconscious. Any voyeur would know she was in climax heaven.
Her lush, straining torso arched in a deep crescent as the semen charged from her unaware lover. It seemed to blast to the very tip of her head, trying to spurt from her breasts as it shot, dizzying her beyond all sanity as it reached her brain.
Then the frenzy passed and as she slid from the statue-like stillness beneath her, the erection began to topple. By the time she was quiet at his side, drawing deeply for air and settling to the same position as when he passed out, his penis was a limp coil at his crotch.
Moments passed before the silence in the room was broken by Bryan's groan. He stirred, propped to an elbow and looked in dazed confusion at the female beside him. Comprehension came suddenly and he slid quickly from the side of the bed, feeling shock vibrations ripple his spine as the awareness of what he'd done and where he was came home.
Stumbling away from the bed, trembling uncontrollably, he grabbed for the tumble of his terrycloth robe.
A second later Celeste heard the door swish softly over the carpet, followed by a light click as he shut it behind himself. "Thank you," she whispered.