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 when she was diving captain of the conservatory team.
Surfacing, swimming slowly to the distant end of the pool, she was lost in thought. She climbed the metal rungs of the ladder and disappeared into the cabana for a towel.
Halfway back to her deck chair, rubbing wet hair vigorously as she walked, Celeste suddenly stopped dead still and stared. There in the near darkness she could make out the figure outstretched on the mattress. Very nude. Very female. Very petite. No containing the sound of relief that burst from Celeste's lips.
"You know you scared me half to death, Jennifer!"
"I'm sorry." Jenny sat up, reaching her arm imploringly. "I had to ask you something and I guess… oh, Celeste… please come!"
Their bodies molded in tender embrace and Jenny burrowed into the hollow of a shoulder suddenly trembling, expectant. The arms of her best friend were warm and cuddly around her and for long minutes she lay sobbing quietly.
Finally she lifted her head and Celeste took the corner of her towel and wiped tenderly at the moisture on her cheek.
"So. You'd better tell Celeste."
"Oh, I've made an awful mess!" moaned Jennifer, fighting back a new flood. "I… I just wish we were back together again at Gordon and I didn't have a family and, and a son… and oh, Celeste, you're so lucky!"
"Am I?" Her hand stroked lightly over Jennifer's platinum soft hair. "So, tell me what I am to do for my dearest." She kissed the trembling lips and her fingers traveled along the curve of a gradually calming body.
"You can go to my husband."
"What did you say?" Celeste tilted Jenny's chin upward to look her in the eye.
"I said I want you to go to Frank and drive him out of his mind all night long. Or what's left of it."
"And where will you be?"
"With Bryan."
There were seconds of electric silence between the two as Jennifer waited for the demand for explanation. None came. With a visible shudder, Celeste pulled the bath towel tight around her nudity.
"Don't you want to know why?" Jenny caught her wrist just as the other stood up.
"I know you. There's a good reason. Is there anything else I can do to help that's as much fun as what you asked?"
"Yes. You can speak to Pammy sometime tomorrow." Jennifer tugged impatiently at the wrist in her hand and drew Celeste back to her side. "Now stay a minute. I've got to tell you what happened tonight. Frank will keep. He's had nothing for two nights and he's climbing a wall for wanting it. But I've got to tell you about Operation Rescue Bryan."
"So, tell me."
The master bedroom was deathly still as Celeste stepped over the threshold and moved toward the king size. Frank lay motionless, dead center in the bed and stark naked out from under the sheets.
She slipped across the soft carpeting, dropping her peignoir to the floor as she neared the bed and easing over the edge carefully.
Was he awake? Watching?
The light snore went as quickly as it came and a small smile touched Celeste's lips. She had her answer.
Flattening across the satin sheet, she wormed toward the prone figure, eyes accustoming to the near darkness, able now to make out the exact detail of his body. His penis was a quiet lump dangling across the top of his thigh and she stretched to finger it tentatively.
"Uhunnnhhh…" Frank squirmed to the touch and muttered something unintelligible, endings in that cute half snore. If he was climbing a wall for wanting woman, he had a strange way of showing it!
Celeste snaked her way closer till she was able to reach a pillow and drag it carefully down Frank's side, then slide it over his middle. Again the unintelligible protest and his tormentor barely repressed the giggle.
His face shielded from seeing her next actions, Celeste palmed the flaccid penis, then propelled the shrunken organ to parted lips. Her mouth puckered, she nursed the glans first, and when he wriggled responsively, she engulfed the whole soft cluster. Warm whirlpooling flow of saliva! Stabbing impudence of tongue! Sudden stretching… thickening… stiffening and the penis straightened to steel hard.
"Yeah… hey, yeah!" Frank strained to see down his front and grabbed at the pillow blocking his view. A hand held it fiercely in place and he got the message.
Jennifer always was a little shy about being watched while she sucked. At least, thank God, she was turned on again. It had been a damned dry couple of days!
Her lips were different tonight, Frank thought, giving over to the beautiful feelings riddling his groin and dizzying his head.
"Suck me, Jenny baby, suck me sweet!"
Sweet was the word and the thirsty lips were possessive and demanding as they milked Frank for his climax. He never had known Jenny to take so much of him. She was seething suck-wild female in fellatio heat!
Her lips were both pulpy soft and flame hot on his shaft and he could feel his crown deep against the roof of her mouth. Incredible!
"Goin… gonna go!" He arched against the mattress and ejaculated into the passionate oral cave.
Then abruptly the room was very silent and Frank very still. It was a different Jennifer. She had performed fellatio differently. She normally wanted to be left alone in the aftermath of a suck-off, so Frank kept his distance, not even touching her, but intrigued by her behavior.
"Thank you, Jenny… thank you." He felt new tingling through his loins and her fingers followed the thickening of his collapsed penis. Not till he was at full ready, still motionless on his back with the pillow blocking his view, did she stir.
"Ride me, cowgirl," he whispered over the top of the pillow. "Try to break a stud! Dare you!"
Her head appeared very slowly in his line of vision and Frank gagged in stunned disbelief. Not the pixie platinum of his wife, but the tumbled dark lengths of their house guest framed the pretty face.
"Celeste? My lord… Celeste!" He hissed the name in shocked, barely audible, syllables.
"That's right, Frank… Celeste. Shall I leave?"
"God, no!"
Celeste tossed the pillow away from his waist and straddled brazenly across his thighs, inching forward and positioning herself directly over top of his swaying top-heavy phallus. "I'm going to rape you, Frank."
The tremor started at the nape of his neck and bolted directly to his spearing prick. "Lord, I hope so! If you don't, doll, guess who's going to get herself raped!"
In the den directly below, Jennifer cuddled her son's head in the warm curve of her midriff as she waited for his barely stifled sobs to slow and the violent shaking of his shoulder to stop.
"Don't you understand, Mom? I mean, I didn't really want that whole bit that much! I wanted Pammy. What am I? Some kind of weird freakout?"
"Do you feel like one?"
She started to pull the parted folds of her gown together, then thought better of it and let his cheek remain against the tautness of her ribcage flesh.
An odd thought struck her that less than fifteen years ago this young giant was in the same position, but an infant in her arms, frustrated that he couldn't get enough milk from her small breasts.
"I feel like something from outer space," muttered Bryan. "No real guy gets turned on by other girls when they're hooked on one. Like Dad with you."
"How about gals?" Jenny whispered, looking down the sheet that covered the lower half of his body and seeing the rigid pole grinding along the cotton whiteness. "Are girls freaky who get turned on to other guys. Like me, maybe?"
"Aw, hell, that's different!"
"And what's the difference?" She brushed the lock that tumbled across his eye and leaned to kiss him on the forehead. "Are you telling me that men are so much more noble and loyal than women and have to save themselves for one only?"
"I don't know. I just feel like hell! Not for what I let myself get set up for, but damn it! I really like Pammy. I mean a whole lot. You know, I think her mother really set me up to make Pammy hate me. Pammy sure thinks there's something weird about me. I saw her look just before she ran out of the place."
Jennifer cupped Bryan's head close to her body and felt the strange headiness of daring. It was a time of shock and her boy was in shock. One way out – maybe the only way out – was a greater shock.
"So, it'll be our secret," whispered Jennifer. "I'll keep it and I'll bet you anything Pammy won't whisper a word and will see things differently in a day or maybe less."
Privately Jennifer knew how and who was going to make that happen. "But since you've got a secret, can I share one with my very best friend?"
Bryan stirred uncomfortably and strained to look up into his mother's face. "Your very best friend? I don't get it. Celeste is your best friend. Everyone knows that. Has been ever since ancient history."
"I'm not that old, Bryan Quinby!"
Jennifer clutched her arms tightly around the muscled torso and urged her pelvis gently forward. Not brazenly, just a barely perceptible thrust which Bryan felt. "I have her for best friend, but I have my own secret very best friend. And I'm scared to death to tell you."
"Please! I promise. I'd never tell a living soul."
"You'd hold it against me though and think lots less of me, if I told."
"No way. Wow… hey, I'm beggin'. Tell me."
"I have to show you."
Distantly Jennifer heard the slight motion of the box springs of the king size bed in the master bedroom. Celeste and Frank were making it and if Bryan's attention wandered at all, he could hear and wonder.
"Show me then."
The gown slipped easily from her shoulders and she crouched across his middle as she dragged the protective cover of the sheet away and bared his body. His gasp was sharp and urgent as her fist grabbed his prick.
"This is my very best friend!" She hissed the confession. "I know who it belongs to and that's maybe why I love it so. It's hooked to a wonderful male animal and he happens to be flesh of my flesh and bone of my bone and that's all. After that, he's a happy plaything attached to your front, Bryan Quinby, to give you a ball for all of your life. So, why so uptight about your betrayals or exhibitionism or liking it when you come. Even guilty feelings are better than no feelings."
"Hey, that's right." He writhed against the squeeze of her fingers and the dark chestnut at the end of the gleaming white shaft seemed to double in size to the vise of her fist. "Maybe I'm not so weird, huh?"
"I'll slap your owner if I ever hear him say that again!" Jennifer was preoccupied with the swollen penis, never lifting her eyes from it, staring as though it was the only thing in the whole world of interest to her. "He doesn't even want to hear my real secret."
"Tell!" begged Bryan.
"Show!" Jennifer shifted from the side to a position atop the startled boy, quickly angling the tumescent cock directly between her legs. "My secret, dear Bryan, is that I have always wondered how it would feel to have you put that way, way deep inside my body… NOW!"
She was impaled before Bryan fully absorbed the impact of her lust for him, riding down, driving her small frame deliberately onto his suddenly crazed prick, squealing happily as she felt their mounds grind together.
In urgent thrusting strokes he drove upward from the mattress, spearing into the fantastic tightness of her vagina and wondering that her smallness could really take his hugeness. Then, just as the orgasm was spinning and his vision fogging, he was jolted by an absolute certainty – he had fucked this fiercely tight cunt before!
That fabulous snugness! The way those hidden muscles spasmed and clawed along the sides of his prick barrel. He had to have been in this passion clasp before.
"Goin'… oh, wow! WOW!" His ejaculation cannonaded deep inside an already convulsing frame and Jennifer rocked in happy ecstasy as she took the semen flood.
When it slowed and stopped and when the phallus showed no signs of softening, she wilted across Bryan's front, arms wrapped around his, perky breasts grinding in slow, pulsing afterglow against his powerful chest.
He rocked in languorous rapture with her, his thoughts racing back over the weeks and remembering. That day of his earliest intimacy with Celeste. There had been a strange difference. He had fainted as he crested in orgasm and when he came to, lying under Celeste, there had been that unbelievable tightness to her cunt. And hadn't she blocked his hand when he tried to rip away the blindfold?
Secrets all around. Bryan knew now what kind of best friends Celeste and his mother must be. And that must be kind of beautiful. He heard a sound overhead, noises he'd often heard during his use of the den for a temporary bedroom. Love sounds of sex from his parents' bedroom.
But how now? One of his parents lay entwined at this very moment in his arms, and the other… his dad… Who but Celeste could be with his dad? Making those wild, wonderful noises of a bed taking love.
"Our secret," he whispered into Jennifer's ear. "I think all the Quinbys are a little off their rocker. But, wow, I like it!"
His need stopped his talk and he ground upward against the welcoming pussy cleft. Short, all-possessing intercourse and powerful blast of his ejaculation, this time softening the hard-on.
"Thank you." Jennifer extricated herself from his tight clasp and retrieved her robe. "Don't give up on this weekend show with Pammy."
"You mean that Carmen dance gig? You gotta be kiddin'! She wouldn't touch me with a ten foot pole."
Jennifer snugged the sash cord at her waist and bent to kiss him on the forehead. "Such a lot to learn," she sighed. "I'll take a bet. Fairfield Music Circus goers get the shock of their lives from two anonymous extras this weekend."
"You'll lose," muttered Bryan, watching her departure. "But I hope not."
At nine-fifty on Saturday night the SRO crowd in the Fairfield Music Circus tent waited hushed and expectant as the house lights dimmed.
"It's the Habanera," whispered an excited usherette to her partner. "They say it's really going to be a first."
"Is that really a Time cameraman down front?"
"Everyone says so."
"Do you really think they will?"
The house was suddenly blacked out for five… then ten tense electrified seconds. A single tiny spotlight pinpricked abruptly from the ceiling and fingered the lone figure on stage, then brightened. It was the nearest thing to a mass gasp Celeste ever remembered hearing. She knew why.
Those in the orchestra front were the most fortunate. They saw her in detail.
A lonely Carmen, center stage, long rich hair trailing over her shoulders, reaching nearly to her waist and framing in dark tumbling casual sexiness the voluptuosity of a contemporary Carmen.
She wore translucent panties and bra under sheer chiffon. Nothing was veiled to those nearest. Not even the hardened nipples urgent under see-through cover. Not even in doubt to those in the distant rows was the certainty they were seeing the true Celeste Ann Dantrelle in vivid living flesh. Her vee was a maddening magnet to every male in the house; her dark pubic triangle pointed like an arrow to the vagina a thousand hard-ons yearned to take that very instant.
Soft piano accompaniment from an unseen place. A lovely mouth that no one watching really thought of as meant for singing opened and the drama in voice began…
"Love is like any wood-bird – wild – that none can ever hope to tame…"
Celeste swayed sensuously and the white chiffon moved, taunting the audience to believe that she really was wearing cover.
"Love is not worth the price you pay – Listen carefully to what I say…"
Another breathless gasp from the throng in the music circus tent and Celeste knew the lights behind were lighting up two just moving out from the wings behind the scrim curtain.
"You're beautiful, Bryan!" murmured Pammy, her head tucked in very close to his neck. "But you're getting an erection. Stop it this instant! They'll see."
"They'll see you, you pretty witch!" growled Bryan, cementing the torrid nudity of his dance partner tightly against his front and letting his frantic cock grind its message across her taut tummy.
"A Gypsy boy is love, 'tis true, he ever was and ever will be free…"
Celeste's fabulous voice electrified the lust in Bryan and he trembled violently in Pammy's arms…
"If I love you, beware of me! Beware of me! Beware of me…!"
Transfixed as one person, the crow din the tent watched, stunned and entranced by what they could see without the slightest straining behind the fabulous Celeste.
At midstage Pammy forced her upper body away from Bryan's and bent far back to let the audience see her superlative body profile. Ripe breasts thrust high with tumid nipples wild with… gorgeously straining torso and perfectly tapered legs, molded snugly to the naked front of an athletic young male who was hard put to hold her from wilting all the way to the floor.
"You're going to show me!" gasped Bryan, tightening his grip at the undercurve of impudent buttocks and feeling her strain backward even more determinedly against the palms of his hands.
"I hope so!" Pammy hissed delightedly.
"Oh, God!" Before the mass of delighted viewers, a white column of phallic flesh speared into view. Dark cap, thunderous and swollen, it jutted ominously across the vulnerable middle of a devastatingly arched female.
"Straighten up, damnit!" His hoarse whisper was lost beyond the scrim, but not his determined effort to escape with his dance partner into the safety of the stage wings.
"Bryan… coward! We're supposed to dance all the way back to the other side. It'll spoil Celeste's number. She's counting on you!" She felt stinging tears that he seemed about to chicken out of the full routine they'd planned.
"Think I don't know it?" He was abruptly different, changed in one fragment of a second. In one sudden thrilled instant Pammy knew that Bryan Quinby might be only fifteen by the books, but he was thirty in maturity. He took command and she was his. "Now, Pamela… NOW!"
His horny hugeness was hot between her thighs and he bent just slightly at the knees to angle for the penetration. In one last second of aloneness in the stage wings with him, Pammy felt the bold cock split through her trembling pussy lips. He was going to take her standing up – try to dance before the theater crowd watching even as he fucked her.
"Do… oh, Bryan, darling… do me! Do!"
Fighting the sweep of her orgasm and knowing she was only a breath away from having to tumble to the floor Pammy tried to follow his lead. A great cramming pole of demanding phallus filled her vagina… brimming ripe with the juices of love… about to erupt like Vesuvius deep in her passion center. And before the whole wide world!
Senses swirling, Bryan's last coherent thoughts were with Celeste, there beyond the scrim. Her coming to their house; her teaching him all he now employed with this girl he knew he loved… wonderful Celeste had readied him for Pammy.
At the lip of the stage, as if she read his mind from that distance, Celeste turned slowly and stared directly through the scrim at him as she sang…
"And think on her, on her who all can see. On a dark-eyed lady, and that love waits for thee."
Brazenly, before Celeste and the whole music circus tentful of voyeurs, Bryan bent his lovely Pammy backward. Far back at the hips till rich tempestuous breasts were jutting heavenward and her lower body was driven tightly against his. Then as though it had been choreographed to the lines of the song, he drew the writhing, straining girl attached to his front, slowly and firmly away from his cock, forcing her deliberately almost to the tip to expose the great white shaft that connected them. Then he dragged her back with maddening brazenness, ignoring her cry as he impaled her again totally.
A hypnotized audience watched the drama of their copulation, no one daring to breathe. It was as if the entire assembly sensed it was party to a very private moment.
The cry of rapture spilled from Pammy's lips and her head lolled far back, flame hair tumbling freely, touching the floor as Bryan lowered her to the ground. Both, oblivious to audience, were locked in the helpless, beautiful wonder of orgasm, pulsing, writhing, slowly quieting as the house lights brightened and the stage beyond the scrim went dark.