0 comments/ 68292 views/ 1 favorites Celeste By: sirocco Celeste I To be totally honest I cannot say that I have not had fantasies about still making love to a virgin teenager. Like all middle-aged men I fondly remember my days as a youth, of first blooding escapades and a rampant sexual appetite for all things female. Now although I have kept my desire and frequently have sex four or five times a week, my partners recently have lacked a certain spark. Experienced women are not to be underestimated, they fuck and suck with the best of them, but still I was missing something. Had I hit the wall at 42? I looked at my naked self in the mirror and appraised my situation. Six foot two, full head of air, reasonably firm abs and a seven-inch penis. I gripped my penis and gave myself a few quick tugs and admired my erection. Still hard and straight and apart from the fact that all males want more length in their Johnson, it was not looking too bad. So although not a Redford look-a-like I was certainly presentable. I dressed for work and headed off not knowing that my life would never be the same again by the end of the day. As a gynaecologist the old proverb held true. Yes, I saw more pussies than the local vet and none of mine scratched. Yet for all of that it could be a rather uninspiring job and after 20 years nowhere near as sexually gratifying, as people seem to think. In fact on a real bad day you could be put of sex for life, say no more. That afternoon I received a call from Mary Maginness, a former lover, and she was frantic Tearfully she recounted having found a box of contraceptives in her daughter's draws. Celeste, her daughter, was 18 and as far as I knew a virgin. Her gyno was a friend of mine and often told me how strict Mary was and that Celeste, who could easily of had any guy, rigidly obeyed her mother. None the less Mary said she had sent Celeste to see me and would be here any minute. I assured Mary I would assess Celeste and keep the whole thing discreet. As I hung up I thought luckily for you Mary she's not like mummy, because Mary Maginness had reputation, she wasn't know as 'The Ferris Wheel' for nothing. There was a tap at my office door and Cindy my secretary walked in. Taking her usual liberties she sat on my lap and wiggled her arse over my groin. I casually fondled her large tits in our daily game of sexual flirting and enquired what she wanted. Celeste had arrived and Cindy had placed her in the examination room, giving my cock a gentle squeeze Cindy got up and left the room with a truly devilish look on her face. II I entered the examination room and was nearly struck dumb. There in front of me sat the most stunning vision of womanhood I had ever seen. It had been years since I had seen Celeste and good god, I groaned to myself, there sat sex personified. My mind was suddenly clear of all the clouded thoughts of the past weeks. Here was a young woman who by her very looks rekindled my libido. Celeste sat on the examination table in all her naked glory. Cindy had thoughtlessly forgot to provide a gown. At 18 years old she looked as fresh and firm as a peach and exuded that youthful fragrance of soap and powder. Her hair was a sandy brunette and fell around her face in a medium bob, small threads of gold reflected in the afternoon sunlight that flooded into the examination room. Azure blue eyes and high cheekbones dominated her face and lipstick free lips that where invitingly full. Much like her mother Celeste possessed wide shoulders that highlighted her hourglass figure as she sat nervously on the table. The sight of her breasts though was truly breathtaking. Like two firm ripe cantaloupes they sat majestically on her chest. Her young areolas where a dark pink and puffy, her nipples firm and stiff in the cool climate of the examination room. Long shapely legs swung nervously back and forth while her smooth rounded arse highlighted the slimness of her mid rift. Completing this perfect scene where Celestes' delicate hands that rested between her slightly parted thighs and discreetly covered her womanhood. "Dr. Reed," she said softly. "Hello Celeste, and please call me Alan, no need to be formal." I turned up the thermostat to a comfortable 20 degrees Celsius and drew the blinds on the window. "Bit of privacy eh." I enquired after Mary to break the ice and assured her that anything we discussed or discovered from the examination would be confidential. First I asked why she hadn't gone to her normal gyno and she replied her mother had insisted on myself and secondly Dr.Nash was too old. Before starting the examination I asked Celeste about her general health and she said it had been a few months since her last general check up. "Well why don't we give you a complete check up first eh, before we visit the old stirrups. There a terrible invention weren't they," I said "I don't know any girl who likes them Doc, but I no you men invented them," she giggled. That sweet laugh, that was it, my pent up hormones decided to hijack the events unfolding and I knew I had to have Celeste. Walking over to the table was excruciating as my fully blown hard on was constricted by my jeans. If Celeste noticed she said nothing. III "Ok Celeste just lie back, that it, comfortable? Right well let's check out your joints." My hands trembled slightly as I felt the sooth warm skin of her shapely leg. Lifting up her right leg at the knee, Celeste quickly covered her pussy a little tighter. "Celeste please relax, place your arms by your side and unwind. I have seen many vaginas in my time and believe me you have nothing I have not seen before." I commented firmly. " Sorry Alan," she blushed and she slowly took her hands away. Still holding her leg I proceeded to rotate her hip joint but gazed at her pussy relentlessly. Her pussy lips where as full as any I had ever seen and her clitoris peaked out shyly from its hooded recess. A silky matt of pubic hair was neatly trimmed to the bikini line and her body was already radiating a mild heat. I continued to casually stroke her inner thigh while rotating the leg before placing it down and doing the other. Telling her hip joints where in excellent condition I invited her to sit up. "Tell me Celeste do you regularly do your breast examinations", I enquired. To which she said yes. "Well show me how you do them and I'll see if there are any tips I can give you to make it easier or more comfortable, ok." Raising one hand over her head Celeste used her other hand to cup her breast and slowly proceeded to probe her soft flesh Her nipples were fully erect and I could tell by her breathing and the light pink rash that spread across her chest that fondling her tit in front of me was getting her young hormones going. If it had gotten to her then it had blown me away. I could wait no longer. I had not felt this excited since I was 16 and wondered again what this girl possessed that got to me so badly. I walked slowly over to Celeste and stood behind her. "Let me help you Celeste." Reaching around my trembling hands scooped up both her breasts in a firm warm grip. Soft and pliable I kneaded them gently and worked her erect nipples between my fingers. I gently pulled her breasts forward then back before flattening them out in a figure 8 motion. This slow rolling motion quickly took affect as Celestes' breathing dropped to a barely audible rasp and she could only mumble a quiet groan when I asked if it felt good. I nuzzled my nose into her hair to smell her wonderful fragrance then nibbled at her ear. My mind was spinning as I fondled this virgin princess all the time wondering how had it happened. Leaving her tasty lobe I traced my tongue down her neck and Celestes head rolled around as I licked and sucked all the time massaging her melons with determined vigour. My petulant lustful act then suddenly bore fruit. I felt Celeste reach back and stroke my hard on through my jeans. I realised I wasn't going to get this one in the stirrups to establish her virginity, because I was going to fuck her here and now and dam the consequences. IV "God Celeste you taste so dam good." I groaned "Don't stop Alan, it feels so good. My tits are melting in your hands, squeeze them hard Alan, harder, really tweak my nipples" she cried. I had never seen a woman get this excited over having her tits rubbed so I decided to really see how far I could take her. Swinging her around I grabbed a breast and attacked it with my mouth and tongue. Her nipple was stiff and bloated and she squealed deliriously as I chewed it gently then tongued and sucked her puffy areolas. I nearly shot my load there and then because as I gorged as much tit into my mouth as possible she started screaming. "Fuck, fuck, fuck. Oh suck me Doc more, more, please. I'm cumming, yeeeeeeeees!" Celeste bucked and squirmed her arse furiously on the table as her orgasm totally overwhelmed her. Finally she lurched off the table as the full force hit sending us both to the floor. I lay there stunned as Celeste moaned away, her tits mashed into my face and her legs clamped around my thigh as she rutted away. After a few minutes I rolled Celeste onto her side and looking deep into her azure blue eyes gave her a passionate kiss on the lips. "Doc, I've never cum that hard before in all my life. None of my boyfriends have ever treated my tits the way you did. I didn't want you to stop ever." "Well Celeste I must say that was a first for myself as well. I've never made a woman cum before by just sucking her tits" I said. "Mama says all us Maginnis girls are tit sensitive, but I guess you knew that already, having fucked mama." She smiled. "Now Doctor Alan I want you to give me everything, I want to feel you deep inside of me .I want you to make me a total woman. But most of all I want this!" With the speed of a cobra Celeste has yanked down my zipper and reached in a grabbed my cock. Freed from its denim prison my cock attained it true length and soon Celeste was stroking my 8-inch hard on. I lay on my back and wiggled out of my jeans while all the time Celeste kept a firm grip and constant stroke. She seemed in a daze as she stared at my boner and kept whispering 'beautiful'. I let her masturbate me for a few minutes then suggested we move to the couch. To which she readily agreed. I positioned myself in the centre of the couch and spread my legs motioning Celeste to kneel in between. V. "Have you ever given head before Celeste?" I enquired. "No Doc, I only let the boys play with my tits and they let me squeeze their dicks but that's all." "Okay than I teach you. This is what will keep your man for life. Become an expert at this and he will never stray." I reached forward and placing a hand behind her head guided her mouth onto my rod. Her hot moist mouth quickly devoured my head and I moved her down a couple of inches before moving her back up. "Slowly Celeste, a bit at a time. Just slide your mouth down a bit t a time till you get the hang of it. Breath through your nose Celeste, long deep breathes. That it up and down, up and down, perfect. Now I want you to use your tongue Celeste. Run your tongue up the underside of my shaft as you suck girl. Oh yeah perfect baby that's it now pick up the pace." I ordered. Celeste was a natural born cocksucker. Soon she was bobbing away like a cork in a storm. That tongue of hers was doing its magic and soon I felt a delicate hand cupping my balls and rolling them dexterously over her fingers. I could feel the tingling sensation starting and knew it wouldn't be long. Holding her head with both hands I thrust into her mouth with controlled strokes, Celeste instinctively knew the signal and sucked even harder bringing me to a shattering orgasm. My cock exploded into her virgin mouth with a fury, but this little woman didn't even flinch, though her cheeks where puffed by my initial ejaculation, Celeste swallowed eagerly not spilling a drop. Then continued to suck my deflating erection in case she missed something. Pulling her up onto the couch I bent forward and sucked her nipples for a minute then kissed her lightly on the lips. "So you never did that before? Well Celeste if that's the rate at which you learn, you'll know ever trick in the book by the end of the week." I surmised. "As long as you teach me I Doc, I'll be one happy gal." To Be Continued... Celeste "Not for long dear," I assured you as I reached over to stroke your throbbing cock. "Celeste, could I watch you suck my husband's cock?" "I would love to have you watch me," she purred sliding up next to your groin and taking you deep on the first swallow. I brought your face to mine for deep kisses to taste her cum on your lips and to keep you from screaming out. I knew from your reaction it wouldn't take long for you to shoot deep into her throat once again. I was right, as you started bucking against her face and shot a load down her throat while continuing to kiss me. When she was done, Celeste crawled between us, kissing first me, then you so we all could taste the cum in her mouth. "You two are fabulous," she exclaimed as we all dropped back on the bed to rest. After a short snooze you decided to shower and try to regain some energy. I called room service and had some food and beverages sent up. We would need our strength for whatever the night brought us. When you stepped out of the shower, I was on my knees between Celeste's thighs sucking her hard cock deep into my throat. The sight of your wife sucking this "woman's" cock caused yours to begin to rise as well. You came over and began kissing Celeste and fondling her tits as I continued to swallow her shaft. When I looked up over the hard meat in my mouth I let is slide out to welcome you back, "I'm glad you are here, dear. I have an idea." "Oh really," you said, dropping the tit only long enough to respond. "You can see I have Celeste nice and hard and I see you are well on your way. I want to feel you both in me at once. I want my husband and his girlfriend to fuck me at the same time." The words were no sooner out of my mouth then your cock was throbbing before my eyes. I pumped Celeste as I turned to swallow yours for a moment. Rocking back on my heels, I asked, "Who wants to go where?" Celeste was about to answer when you piped in. "I've had your pussy before. I want to watch Celeste fuck you while I take you from behind." "Ok," I agreed. Celeste laid down on her back on the bed. I crawled on top and straddled her erect shaft, rubbing my pussy juice all over it. I was so wet and she was so hard it took only a quick stroke to sink her in to the hilt. Once I had her buried deep inside I spread my ass cheeks and lay still so you could sink in from behind. I felt so full and stretched as you slowly entered and went in deep. We all held still for a moment adjusting to each other before the two of you started a rhythm. As she went in you backed out rocking me back and forth between you. I held on and let you take me to the peak several times before I felt the familiar tensing in your cock. I knew you were about to cum when I felt Celeste tense as well. The three of us were headed to a mind-blowing triple orgasm. I screamed out and held on for dear life as I felt two explosions drowning me in cum. I could feel the hot jets burning deep in my ass and the other coating the walls of my cunt. Grinding back and forth, I milked you both for every drop and then we rolled over so you could both slide free. I could feel the cum running from my nether orifices and whimpered. "What's wrong dear?" Celeste asked before you had the chance to. "It seems such a waste to have all the cum just running down my ass," I pouted. I need not say another word. You both climbed between my legs and began sucking the cum from my cunt and ass. I watched as the two of you took turns licking and sucking. I watched as you kissed to share our mutual cum. Celeste climbed over my prone body to allow me a taste as well. You were still licking my pussy and couldn't help but slide your tongue along Celeste's balls since they were in your face. I could feel her cock start to rise between us. She was ready for more. I knew I was too. I looked between my legs to see the look of pure lust in your eyes as well. Without a word you took Celeste's hard cock and guided it to my gaping pussy entrance. I grasped her back as she sank in to the depth and rocked back and forth. My pussy grabbed at her cock trying to get it in as deep as it would go. I opened my eyes long enough to see you standing behind us stroking your hard cock as your new girlfriend fucked your wife's hot cunt. "Oh, Gary! Fuck her!! Get behind and fuck this bitch while she takes my cunt." I heard a moan from Celeste as I imagined your cock resting against her anal opening. The pressure of you entering her from behind drove her deeper into my cunt. "That's it baby. Fuck us both!! Fuck us hard and fast." I threw my head back as orgasm after orgasm racked through my body. I seemed to be cumming in a constant stream as the two of you fucked me and fucked each other. I looked my legs tightly around Celeste's back as I felt her tense with her own orgasm. I knew by some instinct that you were pumping her ass full of cum as well. When everyone had finished pumping their cum deep into another's cavern I turned Celeste loose so she could bring her ass to my lips. I sucked your cum from her ass as the two for you went back to eating my cum- drenched cunt and ass. When we had every drop we collapsed on the bed waiting for room service to bring us the refreshments we so desperately needed. During the short "intermission" it was decided that Celeste would change hotels and stay with us for the rest of her visit. We had lots more things to discover between the three of us ... Celeste I stared at the note that had come in the day's mail and wondered just who in the world could hate me enough to send it to me: "Hal - Just wanted you to know that your wife is the best piece of pussy I've ever had and she is damned well worth more than the hundred dollars I paid for the privilege." The note was unsigned and was the product of a word processing program. The envelope had a local postmark and was addressed to me at my office instead of to my home address. As I wadded up the note and tossed it into the wastebasket next to my desk I wondered if it was someone trying to cause problems between me and my wife or just trying to tell me something and if so, what? I thought about that note off and on for the rest of the afternoon and again on my drive home from work that night. The premise of the note was that my wife was selling her body and that was just plain ridiculous. In the first place she didn't need the money. She had a trust fund from her grandfather that gave her sixty thousand a year. On top of that I made extremely good money at my profession and if that wasn't enough Celeste worked as an executive secretary. She didn't need the money she got from her job, but she did need the work - it got her out of the house and kept her from going crazy. When the kids had fled the nest leaving Cee with nothing to do but worry about them being out in the cruel world she began looking around for something to occupy her time. She tried volunteering for charitable committees, but soon found that she couldn't put up with the internal politics, back tabbing and backbiting. It seemed that most of the women on those committees were there for the status and the occasional mention on the society pages of the local newspapers. In the end Cee decided to just get a job and go to work. She started as a file clerk and in two years she was the bosses secretary. No, whatever the note was about, it wasn't money. Looking across the dinner table at Cee I could understand why a man would pay money for the chance at bedding her. Even at forty-four she had the classic beauty and voluptuousness of a Sophia Loren. Her smile was sensuous and her voice was low and throaty and the woman had never failed to stir my blood. Even after over twenty years of marriage we still fucked like sex crazed teenagers. We made love so much that if Cee hadn't had her tubes tied following complications that arose during the delivery of our third child we would probably have had twenty kids. That thought raised another possibility. If the note wasn't about money, could it be that some one was trying to start something that would drive me and Cee apart and maybe give him an open field to take a shot at her? If that was the case he was shit out of luck. I could conceive of nothing, absolutely nothing, that could ever cause me to part from the woman that I loved and adored. Cee interrupted my thoughts, "What are you thinking Hal? You don't seem like you're here." "Nothing Cee. Something came up at work today and I'm trying to decide how to handle it." "Honestly Hal, can't you leave your office stuff at the office when you come home?" "Actually my love, something has come up here, but I already know how to handle it." "You are just so romantic. Here? On the table? Or can you hold your lust in check long enough for us to get to the bedroom?" "The bedroom if we are quick about it, otherwise, clear the table." In the end I chalked the note up as the work of someone who had it in for me, didn't like me or who was trying to get back at me for something I'd done and who was trying to pull my chain. The second note arrived the following Friday: "Hal - I've been watching you and it is clear that you think the first note is the work of some crank. I could tell you that your wife gives state of the art blow jobs, but then you already know that. You also know how much she loves a cock in her asshole, but there are some things that I'll bet you don't know. Did you know that she goes wild when you eat her pussy after some one else has cum in it? She had three customers last Thursday and she went crazy when I sucked the juices of all three out of her. That's the other thing that you don't know about her - she loves multiple partners! The three customers on Thursday? She took them on at the same time - all three holes at once. I know you still won't believe me so here's what you do. Call 555-3232 and tell Louie that you want to make an appointment to see Beatrice. Tell him your name is Steve Anton and that Charles Mobley recommended you to him. I think you can figure out where to go from there." My first inclination was to wad up the note and toss it into the waste basket, but then I got to thinking about the tone of the note. The writer seemed certain about his facts and he had furnished a phone number. In effect, what he was saying was "if you don't believe me, see for yourself." It was still preposterous to think that Cee was doing what the note said, but why the phone number? It was obvious that the writer of the note wanted me to learn something and curiosity began to take hold. I spent the better part of the day thinking about it and around three in the afternoon I picked up the phone and called the number. The man who answered sounded black and I asked for Louie. "Speaking." I gave him the phony name and said, "Charles Mobley gave me your number. I'd like to make an appointment to see Beatrice." "You know that she only sees customers on Thursdays?" "Yes, that is my understanding." "Well then, we need to get together and take care of the formalities. Charles did tell you that this is a cash only business?" "Yes, he made that clear." "Just so we understand each other going in Beatrice is only available from noon till six on Thursday. If you want her for the entire period the cost is $750. If you are only interested in ala Carte head is $100, anal is $200 and straight is $150. You will need to meet with me before hand to handle the transaction." I arranged to meet him at a bar downtown after work. Louie was a short, balding black man and he cut right to the chase, "And just what is it that you would like from our Beatrice?" I'd given the matter some thought and I did not want to waste $750 just to find out what the note was all about and who would pay $100 for a blow job and then wait two days to get it? Anal sex was the best bet to make Louie think I was a legitimate customer. "What I'm looking for is something that my wife won't give me. I want to try anal sex and Charles tells me that Beatrice not only does it, but likes it." "That's it? All you want is anal sex?" "Yes, that is what I would like" "Well, not knowing if you were on the level and would even show up I have already booked Beatrice up from noon until four. Will four o'clock work for you?" "Yes. I can make it at four." "Good. That will be $200 and you will have her from four until five." I handed him the money and he said, "The Algonquin Motel, room 116. Knock twice, wait three seconds and then knock twice again. Enjoy" and he got up and left. The next two days were weird ones for me. Obviously I was intended to find out something at four on Thursday, but I could not for the life of me figure out what it would be. I thought of a hundred different possibilities and scenarios between the time I gave Louie the $200 and the time I knocked on the door of room 116. The door opened and the one possibility that I had never even remotely considered stared me right in the face. "Mr. Anton, you are right on time. Please come in." Numbly I followed Celeste into the room. She closed the door behind me and said, "Louie tells me that your wife denies you anal sex. I'm sure that I can help you out there." "What in God's name is this all about Celeste?" "The name is Beatrice Mr. Anton and what this is supposed to be about is anal sex." "Damn it Celeste, I want some answers." "You paid for anal sex, an hours worth I believe, and answers to your questions will take longer than that so perhaps we can save that for some other time. Now, do you want anal sex or not? I must warn you that Louie does not give refunds." "All right Celeste, play your little game, but you will play it without me" and I turned and stormed out of the room. I don't know how long I sat in my car and stared at the door to room 116, but it must have been about an hour. An hour - my allotted time! At five a tall well-dressed black man approached the door and knocked twice and then twice again and the door opened and he went inside and the door closed. It could only mean one thing - my wife was fucking for money - my wife was a whore! I couldn't make up my mind whether to go to a bar or go home. The idea of finding a bar and getting falling down drunk was appealing, but that would only put off the inevitable. Celeste was "booked" until six and then she would go home, or at least I assumed she would. She was always home on Thursday when I got home from work and even though I now knew about her second job I didn't expect her to change her schedule. The reason I didn't expect a change was because I finally figured out who it was who had been sending me notes. I was pretty sure that it was Celeste. For some reason she wanted me to find out what she was doing. Why she would do that I couldn't fathom any more that I could understand why she was doing what she was in the first place. I was on the couch watching MSNBC and nursing my fourth drink when I heard Celeste come into the house. It was several minutes before she came in the room and sat down across from me. I glanced at her and then back to the TV. After maybe two minutes of silence Celeste said, "You don't want answers anymore?" "I got the only answer I needed when your five o'clock showed up and you let him in." "It isn't what you think Hal." "Of course it is what I think Celeste. I think you are fucking other men for money and that is just what you are doing." "It is a bit more complicated than that." "Maybe for you, but not for me. The big question when I left that motel parking lot was why, but then I got to thinking about it and the why was way overshadowed by the fact itself. What mattered was not why, but that you did." "I need to explain Hal." "Then convert to Catholicism and go to a priest for confession." I got up, made myself another drink, and then went down to the basement to putter around with my wood working tools. Five minutes later Celeste followed me down and pulled up a box and sat down on it. "Okay Hal, if you don't want to talk I will and you can just listen. I have to get this out of my system and I have to know if we will have anything left when I get done. I'm doing what I'm doing because I'm being blackmailed into doing it. Louie is the janitor where I work and Louie just happened to have a video camera with him on the one night I got drunk and stupid and totally lost my mind. He got it all on tape and then threatened to make the tape public unless I took care of him and a few of his friends. At first he wanted me two or three nights a week and I refused. We negotiated it down to one afternoon a week. Louie is a realist - he knows that something is better than nothing - so for three months now he has been getting wealthy off my pussy." "Just what did you do that was so terrible that he could blackmail you over it?" "I got drunk and fucked my boss." "You and Steve?" "Afraid so." "I'm sorry, but I just can't picture that." "I told you, I was drunk, got stupid and totally lost my mind." "I said I didn't want to know about this, but now I'm intrigued. You and Steve? Short, fat, bald Steve and you?" "I don't know how the hell it happened, but it did. We threw an impromptu party for one of the girls leaving to get married. We all chipped in and sent out for some booze and then we sat around drinking and having a bullshit session. Some one turned on a radio to a rock and roll station and before you could say "Elvis" the desks were pushed to the side to make a dance floor. Everyone was drinking pretty heavily by that time and things got pretty raunchy out on the makeshift dance floor. There was a lot of dirty dancing and groping going on. Picture it if you can. Seven young good look guys and twelve young good-looking girls vying for their attention. Some of the girls were more brazen than others in trying to get a guy to dance with. Blouses got unbuttoned, cleavage was uncovered and skirts were rolled up at the waist to show more leg. "I was watching it all, drinking, laughing and having a good time and then I noticed Steve. He was watching all that young pussy flashing their goodies and his tongue was hanging out. It pissed me off. I don't know why it upset me, it just did. There he was lusting after a bunch of Barbie dolls when the sexiest looking woman in the office was only two feet away from him. It didn't matter that all the young guys in the office were hitting on me, dancing with me and copping feels. It only mattered that Steve wasn't looking at me. I undid a couple of buttons on my blouse - nothing! All he did was stare at the young stuff. I rolled up my skirt to show more leg - nothing! "By that time I'd had way too many drinks to be thinking straight. I moved over to him and pulled him out onto the dance floor and plastered my body against his and I deliberately rubbed my leg against his cock. You know how short he is; his face was right in my tits and I held him tight and wouldn't let him get away. The entire time I was thinking to myself, "Those young cunts won't do this for you Steve, those young pussies won't even look at you twice. The song ended and I went to make myself another drink. While I was doing that I saw Sarah take Sam's hand and lead him from the room. I saw Steve look around to see if anyone was paying attention to him and I guess that he was satisfied that no one was because he took off and followed Sam and Sarah. Now I was really pissed. I'd rubbed his cock, rubbed my tits all over his face, but was he hanging around me for a better sniff? Hell no, he was sneaking off to watch the young stuff. "I chugged down the drink I'd just made, made another and then I followed Steve. Just down the hall Steve was standing in an open doorway with his cock out and he was stroking it while looking into the room. I walked down and looked over his shoulder at Sarah on her knees sucking Sam's cock. I lost it! I just absolutely and totally lost my mind. I grabbed Steve by the shoulders and spun him around. "Stupid old man" I said as I went to my knees in front of him, "Lusting after a bunch of young bimbos when the hottest woman you are ever likely to know is right here" and I started sucking his cock. "You've seen his wife Marty, right?" I nodded a yes. "I always wondered what a gorgeous woman like that saw in a man like Steve. I always assumed that she married him for his money, but now I know that I might have been wrong about that." "How so?" "Steve has the biggest cock I've ever seen this side of a horse. I had to fight just to get the cockhead into my mouth. Then everything just went blank. I don't remember one little bit of what happened next. I know what happened because I've watched Louie's tape, but I honestly have no memory of it. On the tape I mindlessly tried to deep throat Steve for a couple of minutes and I did get about three inches of that monster in my mouth. Then two guys came up and watched and began to cheer me on. After another minute or so they picked me up and carried me into the office and laid me down on the desk. Sarah stopped sucking Sam long enough to help the two guys pull my panties off me and then the two guys told Steve to fuck me. They told him they wanted to see if I could actually take that huge cock in my pussy. Believe it or not Steve was reluctant. The guys ended up pushing and pulling at him to get him between my legs, but once there he went to work with vigor. It was probably the fucking of my life and I don't remember a second of it, but I lay there and I moaned, cried, screamed and begged Steve not to stop. "I don't know where Louie was with the camera but when Steve finished and got off me Louie was able to zoom in on my pussy. It was wide open and it looked like you could put your fist in me without any trouble. One of the guys said he doubted that he would even feel me if he fucked me and the other one said that he was probably right, but that he just had to see what it felt like to follow a log like that. After that it was pure gangbang as every guy still at the party fucked me two or three times each while the Barbi dolls stood around and cheered them on. The only one who didn't go for seconds was Steve. The tape showed Sarah trying to get his cock in her mouth, but he pushed her away and ran from the room. When they were done with me they called you to come and get me because I was way too drunk to get in my car and drive. The next two days were the week end so I didn't have to go to work, but when I woke up on Saturday my pussy was so sore I could barely walk and I didn't know why." "It was too bad I didn't try and make love to you that weekend. If I had I would have noticed your loose pussy and we could have had this conversation then." "Yes, it is too bad but I didn't know then what had really happened. Monday when I got to work Louie caught me coming in the front door and asked me if I could spare him a minute because he had something he wanted to show me. I followed him to the janitor's office in the basement and he showed me the tape. I still remember every word of the conversation that followed. "What is it that you want Louie?" "I want what everybody else got on Friday night and I gots lots of friends who would like a taste of your white pussy. Black man will pay good money for quality white pussy." "You are out of your mind Louie, forget it!" "Then I guess I'll just have to make the tape public, maybe even put it on the Internet." In the end I caved in to his demand and we hammered out a deal. I'm his for six hours every Thursday. He fucks me, gives me to his friends or sells me. You know the rest." "That's bullshit Cee! You know that you could have come to me and told me what happened. Things might have been strained around here for a while, but you knew how much I loved you. We would have worked it out in time." "I know that Hal, but I couldn't tell you. You would have put a stop to what was happening and I couldn't stop - I was trying to save a marriage." "I just told you that it wouldn't have killed our marriage." "It wasn't our marriage I was trying to save Hal, it was Steve's." "Steve's marriage?" "Hal, it was because of me and what I stupidly did that Steve was caught on tape and if that tape got to Marty it would have led to a divorce. I couldn't let my stupidity cost him his wife and turn his life into a shambles. He didn't come after me Hal, he tried to avoid me, but I kept after him until it was too late. He even tried to hold back when I was lying on the desk with my legs spead. It was all my fault Hal, and I couldn't let him suffer because of it." "So why the notes." "Because it was killing me to be doing what I was doing behind your back and I didn't have the guts to come right up to you and tell you." "I don't understand Cee? You didn't tell me at first because you were afraid that I would try and stop you and prevent you from trying to save Steve's marriage, so what has changed?" "Me Hal, I'm what has changed. I've become a total cock crazy slut. I live for those six hours on Thursday. I look forward to them and my pussy is already dripping when I leave the house on Thursday morning. It didn't start out that way. The first time it was Louie and two his friends and I just endured it. The next Thursday it was Louie and four of his friends and I got a little into it. The third Thursday Louie sold me to five guys and I had all of them in all of my holes from noon until six and I loved it Hal. When I left that motel room to come home that night I was a different me. I was a whore and I had loved it. That night changed me in ways I can't even begin to understand. I go crazy in that motel room staring at the door and wondering what will walk in next. Big cock, small cock, black, Mexican, Arab or maybe Asian. One man, five, ten? I've had fantastic fucks and so-so fucks, but the wickedness of it causes me to orgasm like crazy no matter what. I'm hooked on it Hal. It is like a drug to me, I have to have my Thursdays. Celeste "I can't bring myself to believe what I'm hearing here Cee." "There is more Hal. I've turned into a blackmailer. I'd seen Steve drive me crazy on that tape, but I didn't remember a second of it and I finally decided that I had to know what it was like. I tried to seduce Steve, but he wouldn't go for it so I showed him a copy of Louie's tape and told him if he didn't fuck me I'd send a copy to Marty. I made him fuck me Hal. I'm no better than Louie, in fact, I'm probably worse. Louie has always been poor and you can hardly blame him for seeing a chance to make some money and going for it, but I did it for self-gratification. I'm not sorry I did it; it was absolutely fantastic and I loved it. Steve fucks me on his desk or my desk once a day now and I'm glad to say I don't have to force him to do it. I just stood there looking at the woman that I no longer knew and maybe had never really known. "There is one more part to the story Hal - the Friday afternoon gangbangs. After the guys in the office had me the first time they wanted more and they kept after me until I gave in. Once or twice a month on a Friday afternoon I get gangbanged in the office. Actually it is more of an orgy since Bev and Sarah are usually on their backs with me. That is the whole story Hal. That is what I had to get out into the open. It was like an ulcer eating at my guts and I had to get it out." "Why? Why in God's name did you have to tell me? I didn't know. I didn't have a clue. If you would just have kept your mouth shut I could have gone on being fat, dumb and happy and we could have continued on with our life. Now we are fucked Cee. How in the hell can we go on with our life now?" "Well Hal, as stupid as it sounds I had hopes that you might love me enough just to accept this as one of my quirks." "You can't be serious?" "Why not? I still love you. I still would rather live my life with you than with anyone else. Have you noticed any slackening off of love and affection on my part? Has your sex life suffered any? No, if anything our sex life now is better than it has ever been. I want you Hal, but I just could not go on deceiving you. I'm just hoping that you might have a kinky side that I've never been aware of and that what I've just told you will fire you up and make you want me even more." "I'm sorry to have to disappoint you Celeste, but I'm afraid that I don't have a kinky side. As far as being able to accept what you have been doing as a 'quirk' I can't do that either. I can't even say that if you want to save our marriage you have to stop what you are doing because our marriage is dead Celeste, whether you stop or don't, our marriage is over. I can not live with a whore, a woman who betrayed me and my trust. We could have gotten by your one drunken night, but I can never get by the rest." "Please Hal, think about it. I love you honey and I want you." "Well I don't want you anymore Celeste. You are damaged goods and I will not settle for some one else's leftovers. Given the circumstances I think it would be best if you moved out. I'll try to stay out of your way while you pack and move out." The divorce was final three years ago. I still hear of Celeste occasionally. She is still working for Steve in what I have come to consider his whorehouse. Louie is still making money off her although probably a lot more now since she doesn't have to confine herself to just Thursdays. I get a card from her on my birthday, Valentine's Day, Sweetest Day and at Christmas telling me that she misses me terribly and asking me to call. I don't. I think about her a lot and I miss her so much that it hurts, but I don't ever call. Celeste and Dan I’ve known Celeste and Dan my whole life. We were neighbors and we went to school together, we did our homework together, played together in summers that stretched long into the year. I was Dan’s date to the prom, I was Celeste’s bridesmaid at their wedding. What I loved about our friendship was our intense intimacy. Although we live far apart now, whenever I pick up the phone and it’s them, we are reunited by our love cutting the space between us to nothing. That intense intimacy grew from one hot summer in Louisiana. Our parents worked across Lake Ponchatrain in New Orleans and only got home in the early evening, leaving us to our imaginations. We played cops and robbers, cowgirls and Indian, and space explorers. Dan, tall and lean, with brilliant blue eyes, and short brown hair, seemed like a hero, a beautiful athlete to his two blonde admirers—Celeste, with her baby blues and pretty face, her Victorian figure and well developed bust, was shorter than me—at the time I was the same height as Dan, but thin, long legged and athletic. My eyes are green and always full of mischief. Since Celeste’s mom was often away visiting her mom, we decided we would play the most at Celeste’s house. One time we played hospital. Dan and Celeste were the doctors. Dan wanted Celeste to be the nurse, but she wouldn’t have any of that. So, we agreed that I would be the patient and I had to arrive promptly after school on Friday for my ‘operation’ in Celeste’s bedroom. While Dan was already in love with Celeste, I decided to wear tight cutoffs that were difficult to unbutton, so my two ‘doctors’ wouldn’t get carried. Still, always the cocktease, I wore a black tanktop to show off how tiny my tummy was. While the three of us had never had sex together previously, we often flirted and touched. Things were about to change. Dan wasn’t there when I got to Celeste’s, but they had agreed to a ‘procedure.’ Celeste and I drank some wine coolers by her swimming pool. Celeste was wearing a blue and white checkered summer dress. She smoked a clove cigarette and she studied my figure—not quite an hourglass, more like a narrow tube that gets narrower then fans out around my breasts. I was drunk, and sheepishly agreed when Celeste told me, back in her room, to take off my clothes. I lay naked on her bed while she covered my legs and my breasts with large white bath towels, leaving only my midriff exposed. I laid there passively as she arranged my body, placing my arms on top of the towels. Laying flat on my back, my tits normally block my view of everything but my pubic hair, but with the towel crossing my bust, I couldn’t see anything. So I stared at the ceiling or looked at Celeste as she came and went out of the room. She finally turned off the light when I said I was feeling sleepy. The sun was setting and peeking through the blinds and so Celeste came and placed another towel over my eyes and I soon drifted off… I started to come to when I heard Celeste and Dan standing next to the bed. They sat down on either side of me and began to gently touch my belly. Celeste, I knew it was her because of her nails, traced a path along ribcage, and then down from there to my bellybutton. Their hands were soft and the massaging they gave my tummy lured back into a state just hovering over sleep. Dan was pressing his hand into my tummy. “Let’s check her heartbeat,” Dan said. “Okay, but let me do it,” Celeste seemed to be fiddling with something and then I felt cold metal against my skin. Celeste pressed the stethoscope against my chest, sliding it under the towel until she found my heart. She gasped when she found it. “I can hear her heartbeat!” Keeping the towel on my chest, she carefully guided Dan’s hand onto the device and passed the earpiece to him so he could listen. With his warm hand brushing against my cool breast, my pulse elevated and he listened, fascinated by his effect on my body. Celeste stroked my cheeks, I breathed harder, excited and a little nervous, and more so when his hand ‘accidentally’ brushed my erect nipple as his hand slid back down my to my tummy. I felt a delicious chill run down my body and pressed my legs together. The moisture that had been gathering at the juncture of my legs seemed to overflow at that moment. I wondered if I would have the strength to resist an escalation in Dan’s interest in me as a woman, if Celeste didn’t. Now Celeste stroked my hair and massaged my scalp. Dan was pressing the stethoscope in different parts of my tummy and listening to see what he could hear. I could feel the weight of his ass on my legs. “Kim, can you hear me?” Celeste almost whispered the question. “ Yes, uh, doctor.” “We have some standard questions to ask you. You must answer truthfully or your operation may not go well.” She was pressing down on my arms this point. “Are you pregnant, that you know of?” “Uh, no, doctor.” “Are you sure?” Dan chimed in, “I don’t hear a baby’s heartbeat!” “Yes, doctor, I’m sure.” “Why is that?” “Well, I am a virgin.” “When did you last have a period?” “It ended about a week ago.” By this time, Dan had exposed the upper part of my hips. His fingers, trembling a little, traced them and brushed past my mound. And then brushed it again. “Kim, are you ready for your exam?” Still drunk, or at least determined to blame the alcohol later, I nodded my head. Celeste turned on a lamp and removed the towels around my legs. It was all so strange because I knew Celeste and Dan were going out, if not already fooling around—why was doing this? I took the towel off of my head to watch her. She got two large teddy bears and placed them under my legs like stirrups. Then she got a big lamp and pulled up close. With anybody else I would have freaked—but we had done the “show me yours, I’ll show you mine” before, though it not such a clinical way. Celeste gave Dan a guided tour of my pussy. She showed him both the outer and inner labia, showed him the hood and let him wiggle my clit. “She is so wet,” Dan said. Then…nothing. I was expecting them to poke into my vagina, but instead there was silence. Then I heard the wet slapping of lips…they were kissing each other. I sat up just in time to watch Dan throw Celeste onto her back on the bed next to me, and jump on top of her. Her skirt flopped up and Dan, slipping out of his pants in a second, began to make love to her. It was shocking, the smell, the squishy sound of his cherry red penis thrusting into Celeste’s vagina. She grabbed him by the ass and tried to sit up to see him in action, her mouth agape, her eyes locked on him. I lay there watching him, his chest muscles flexing and sweat pouring from his brow. I knew he was trying to impress me as he risked impregnating her. Then, without warning, a minute or two into their lovemaking, Dan’s face seemed struck by panic, his hips began to thrust spasmodically, and he let out a gasp and fell onto Celeste. They lay there kissing, he still on top of her, taking her hands away from his chest, she let them flop to her sides. They panted between kisses. I didn’t know what to say. Readers: Whaddayall think? Want another episode? 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