Meryl Lee - The younger the better

"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.