2 comments/ 60944 views/ 7 favorites Celia By: svanswords Celia was nearly there. Just a few more minutes and maybe another finger in her pussy. Oh yeah, she would be there soon. This would be a big one, a really good orgasm. "Oh, oh, yes, so close, so close." Her breathless voice was loud in the small flat. "Maybe I can help." The male voice was louder. Celia jumped and tried to hide her flushed body on the big bed. Unfortunately the covers were on the floor so she had no way to stop the intruder from seeing her nakedness. She screamed. She trembled. She screamed again. Her long blonde hair was plastered to the sweat on her face, blocking her view of the man who had invaded her private space. He seemed almost to fill the doorway. "Now, now my dear. I won't hurt you. Much. Just stop screaming or I will have to gag you." The man smiled as he spoke. Celia screamed. "Well, don't say I didn't warn you." The trespasser calmly reached over the bed and grabbed her ankles. He pulled her towards him and although she kicked and struggled, she couldn't break his grip. Using a knee to keep one leg still he pulled some cuffs from his pocket and secured her feet to the bed posts. Celia screamed. Her mind was in shock. The sudden switch from intense pleasure to terror left her in panic. She screamed again just in case. When she opened her mouth the stranger filled it with a ball gag. She couldn't scream any more, so she fainted. It was dark when Celia came round. She could feel her hands were tied to the bed head, and her feet were still cuffed to the other end. She was spread eagled and still naked. Some hair was across her face, tickling slightly. There was a slight draught from the door and she could feel it drying the moisture on her groin. She had been masturbating for a long time, building near to orgasm and then backing off, increasing the intensity with each peak. Doing so had left her body slick with sweat and her pussy dripping with her juices. The man was sitting in a chair watching her. When he was sure she wouldn't faint again, he spoke. "I am here to rape you. I will not apologise or be stopped. I am bigger and stronger than you. If you don't fight back, you will not be hurt so much." He stood up and she saw that he was naked. Her eyes were drawn to his groin where she could see his hand slowly stroking up and down the length of his penis. "I know you want this. Just admit how much you need a nice long cock filling you up. Look at it. Look how big it is, how hard and powerful it is. I can see you watching my hand as it slides up and down. I can see you want to feel it, touch it, lick it." The man walked to the bed and knelt on the edge. He reached out and touched her face, moving the hair from it. For the first time she noticed the tattoos on his arms, and the muscles on his torso. She was fit enough from yoga and jogging, slim and toned, but he was in good shape. He had an all over tan that showed of his solid pecs and six pack. His arms were packed with muscle, but his touch was gentle. Her breathing had slowed but when he touched her nipple it speeded up again. "Shhhh, I don't want to hurt you. You have such nice breasts. Not too small, and those nipples are gorgeous." He leant down and licked the nipple he had been caressing. His tongue was slightly rough on her skin. She trembled as her nipple responded to his flicking tongue. It began to swell and harden, sending shivers of excitement down her body. The man moved to her other breast and began to suck the nipple till it hardened. Her flat stomach trembled with a mixture of fear and excitement. She could feel him move and then a hand touched her leg. Her body tensed. The man lifted his head and smiled at her. "Relax." His eyes held hers until his lips met her chest. He kissed her between the breasts and moved further down her body kissing every inch. He could feel the fluttering in her belly. Eventually he reached the thin tuft of dark hair at the top of her pussy. He smiled as he noticed it didn't match the hair on her head. She held her breath. He inhaled deeply and then swiped his tongue across her pussy lips once. She was ready. "Change of pace." Quickly he got up, moved round the bed and crawled between her legs. "Oh dear, no condom." With one thrust he penetrated her. She screamed, or would have if she wasn't still gagged. It hurt. Earlier she had been using her fingers, but he was a lot longer. It felt like he had punched her in the stomach from the inside. He smiled. "Well, it might hurt a little bit." He thrust again and Celia whimpered. She wasn't ready for the invasion of his cock, but he didn't care. His hips rose and fell in a vicious rhythm, slowly out and quickly in. He pounded into her pussy then eased back out. In, out. In, out. To Celia it seemed to last for hours. Suddenly he stopped. The full length of his cock was buried in her beaten cunt. He smiled. "I've been admiring your tits and I think I want to fuck them." He slowly pulled himself out of her pussy. It seemed to take for ever. She could feel her pussy lips drawn out as he moved. She felt the crown of his cock as it caught on them. He felt it too and slowed down. There was an almost audible pop when they finally separated. "That was fun, maybe once more." He slowly pushed back into Celia making her squirm and whimper. She felt the walls of her pussy stretch to let him in. She could feel as the head of his cock pushed her pussy lips inwards and then burst through. He stopped with only the tip of his penis inside her. He smiled at her and reached down with a hand to play with her clit. Celia tried to move away from his hand but her bonds were too tight. All she succeeded in doing was helping him torment her. He stopped flicking her clit and rammed himself into her hard. It hurt. "Tit's now." He swiftly pulled out and moved up the bed until he was sitting on her belly. He dribbled some saliva into the valley between her boobs, then pushed them together around his stiff prick. As he slid forward his cock touched her neck. He could see the foreskin sliding back over the rigid flesh like silk over steel. He dribbled a little more spit onto the exposed shaft and then drew it back into the warmth of her tit flesh. She could feel the heat from his balls sliding across her belly, and the head his long cock touching her neck with every stroke he made. He was smiling, but his eyes were closed. He moaned with the pleasure he felt. "This is great. I am so glad I found you. I am going to have to stop this and get back to that nice tight cunt of yours before I cum all over your face." The man let go of her boobs and got off the bed and walked out of the room. When he returned he was holding a glass of water. He smiled then took a sip. "Thirsty work, rape." He put the water on the bedside table and knelt between her legs again. "I brought something for you." She couldn't see what he was doing, but could feel his breath on her pussy. There was a buzzing noise and Celia felt something enter her pussy. A vibrator! It tickled and began to send tingles through her groin. He moved the vibrator around, in and out, up and down. Eventually he concentrated on her clitoris, watching as it grew. Celia was trying hard not to get turned on, but the vibrations were driving her mad. She tensed, squirmed, struggled, held her breath and snorted through her nose. Nothing seemed to relieve the growing orgasm. Finally she couldn't stop it and the man won. "That was good wan't it? I told you I could help you reach an orgasm." The vibrator disappeared and she relaxed in the afterglow. She hated the fact that he had forced her to enjoy a part of being raped. The large man uncuffed her right leg. Celia tried to kick him, or get free of his grip, but found her leg was stiff and cramped when she moved it. She couldn't resist him as he used a length of rope to tie her foot to the bed head, then repeated with the other leg. The man smiled as he checked the knots, then knelt on the bed . "Have you ever had anal sex?" Celia shook her head rapidly and her eyes showed her fear. "Well I think it is time I corrected that over site." Celia started to struggle again, her head swinging from side to side, throwing her long blonde hair over her face again. She had almost accepted the rape, but now he was going to violate her ass, and the panic was back. Celia could feel the air on her buttocks, could feel how exposed her anus was, could feel how easily he would be able to rape her. She lost control of her bladder. She cried. She sobbed through the gag. He watched Celia panicking and smiled when she pissed on the bed. He had expected that sooner, and a towel was ready near the bed. When she began to tire, he lay the towel under her buttocks and knelt between her legs. He had also brought a tube of lubricant to help him enter her. He used one hand to coat his cock with the lube, whilst the other played with her clit again. Although Celia was terrified of what was about to happen, she was also responding to his fingers. Her brain was not in charge of her body. As her pussy responded to the massaging fingers, she began to relax. Celia could feel her pussy getting wet, softening to his touch. It felt so good. Sensing her relax, the man brought his lube covered fingers to her ass hole, and pushed one in. Celia tensed, gripping the invading finger tightly. Still he played with her pussy, and she couldn't keep her ass clenched for long. When she stopped resisting he began to slide his finger in and out of her ass hole. Celia was confused, she hated how easily her rapist had fooled her into surrendering her ass, but she didn't hate how it felt now his finger was in her. She was being forced to enjoy her rape by his fingers on her clit. When he replaced his pussy pleasing fingers with the vibrator, she moaned her surrender into the gag. It was too confusing. Too pleasurable. Too much sensation. She hardly noticed the second finger enter her puckered anus. She was well on the way to another orgasm, and if anything it increased the speed of the build up. Her breathing started to become snorting, her face and chest flushed. Celia was lost in the climax. If she hadn't been gagged she would have screamed out her pleasure. As she exploded in orgasm the rapist pulled out his fingers and pushed his rigid manhood into her ass. She was still very tight, but with the lube and his strength, he forced himself in. He waited for Celia to open her eyes after her orgasm. He smiled. "That wasn't so bad was it?" The sensation of a cock up her ass, was strange. Almost like she needed a shit, but fuller than she ever remembered being. Now that the vibrator wasn't distracting her she could feel the full effect of the anal invasion. The big man pulled back, stretching her anus, before pushing himself back in. It was slow at first as her body adapted to the invasion, but before long he was fucking her ass like he had her cunt. "I do like fucking virgin ass. So tight and hot." He smiled at her, then tipped his head back and groaned. "I'm getting close to coming. I was going to give you a pussy full of sperm." He watched as the realisation hit her that she could get pregnant from this rape. "But, as I am the first to fuck your ass, I feel I should finish the job there." Celia was exhausted, and sore. She hoped it would be over soon, she wanted him to go away. She wanted to scrub herself to get rid of his presence. She wanted to forget this whole nightmare. She wanted to forget his smile. His thrusts became faster and harder as he built to his climax. His balls were burning and his cock felt like a piece of steel. He couldn't, wouldn't hold back. He was going to blow his load in her ass. Celia felt his cock swell and heard him grunt, then he came. She felt the semen spurting into her. After the second blast he pulled out and grabbed his dick, holding the foreskin back as the final spurts fell on her belly and the backs of her legs. He rubbed his penis along her leg to clean the sperm off before standing. It was a few minutes before he spoke. "I'm going now. It was a pleasure raping you. Maybe I'll be back another time. I'm going to knock you out so I can untie you. It's been ... fun." He smiled as he held her nose till she blacked out. Celia and George Celia. What a woman. Long slender legs, pure skin, and womanly figure. Ripe for the plucking. Twenty-seven and sure of herself, she walks with the grace of a ballerina, long auburn hair cascading over her delicate shoulders, almost reaching the soft rise of her perfect arse. God, I wish I was like her. She stole my lover, and I hate her. But how can I be so angry at such a beauty? Simple. I want revenge. We were lying in bed, my body pressed against Kali's back. I was trying to encourage a response along the lines of the coital, blowing in her ear, whispering my fingertips on her skin, but never expected, "Oh Lee-lee... Mmm... Don't stop..." Being christened Tay, I felt a little lost for words. Unabated, my fingers stuttered their way from her hips, over her stomach to gently cup her breast. She sighed (as she is want to do) and moaned, "Oh Lee-lee". Again, I was rather taken aback. Who did she think was touching her? Who the hell is this 'Lee-lee'? Growing suspicious and angry, I pinched her nipple hard. I expected a slap in the face, not, "Harder!" Shocked and astounded, I rolled her over and saw the dreamy, sexy face she gets when she has wet dreams. I tweaked her hardening nipple harder and she gasped. I can only imagine how wet she was, as she grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into what would be our last kiss. Passionate, tongues fighting and mashing against one another... I had never had this before. It must have been my lack of enthusiasm that told her I wasn't who she thought I was. She thrust me away, eyes wide and scared that she was found out. "Tay?" Her innocent schoolgirl voice, always so convincing, would not work this time. Sitting at the foot of my bed, I just shook my head. "Get out." I sighed to the bedspread. I heard her get up, dressed and out the door. I even heard her start her shitbox of a car and drive off into the night. "Fuck." I started crying. A couple of days later, mutual friends collected her belongings from the lawn and surrounding gardens. I think my crowning glory was the butt plug in the Padrè's water feature. Apparently, all he said was, "A woman scorned..." So, when I went out to point out things they missed (her leopard print g-string hanging on the rose bush, for example), I saw my best friend Stan come visit with a basket of chocolate and a head full with gossip. I left Kali's underlings to their scrabbling and made coffee, listening to the underworld of the 'burbs bubbling from Stanley's mouth. There were the usual hetero-homo tensions, the unfaithful husbands and wives, new babies, new neighbours etc, but he kept skirting the issue. When he began repeating, I sighed "Enough already! Just tell me?" "Okay." He took a deep breath, "Lee-lee is the pet name for Celia Deline Rowena Capiella. She is also known as CC, princess of darkness, spawn of evil, and other more flattering aliases. She is a serial adulteress. She devours taken women. She appears to be searching for someone in particular, but no one's ever close enough for long enough to find out whom. She scares me. I want to be her." Great. My best friend wants to be her. Okay, so he also wants to be Cher, so he's not so good an example. I wonder if this Lee-lee is with Kali. What makes her so special? What did they do? In imagining them together, this stranger and Kali, I began to feel aroused. Their bodies entwined, soft skin touching soft, feminine skin... "Tay, snap out of it!" "I need to see her." "What?" "I need to see her" I repeated. So here I am, sitting naked on the edge of a mahogany desk in the lions den. Celia is lying on the marble before me, trying to persuade me to fuck again. I don't know how I got to this. Yes I do. I became obsessed with getting back at her. I found out as much as I could, took as many photos as inconspicuously as I could. Celia Rowena Capiella, born 18th September, 1977, lives in a lavish mansion in the fashionable district. No children, no husband, money supplied by a successful boutique ceramics business. Her only constant companion, apart from the money, is George the butler. She loves jewellery, hates computers. Loves plants but hates the colour green. Loves seducing attached women but will not stand for chaos in her house, thus George the butler. No one knows where he came from, or even his last name. He is the one who cleans, presses and folds her life when she's off doing something more fun. He's the only one the girls see in the morning. I heard she had a financial attachment to Eve, one of the more prominent gay clubs in the area, and decided to take a more animated interest in my community. Four hours and an entire wardrobe later, I was on my way. I must admit, I was looking a bit of alright. The red tartan skirt and black fuck-me boots showed off my firm legs and butt perfectly, and the black vinyl keyhole top with zip and padlock detail left little to the imagination. My armour on, ready for battle, I danced with every hot young thing I could find, took everything on offer, kissed and groped anything within grasp. Mid-song, I felt a finger trail down the back of my neck. Gentle, sensual. I stopped dead, turned and saw her. The photos didn't do her justice. Her liquid brown eyes, her crimson pout, the way her hair falls... I held my breath, waiting for her to speak. She smiled, shocking the life out of me. "Would you like a drink, Tay?" She strode off the dance floor, leaving me to make a decision. Watching her walk, her ripe, firm arse hypnotised my feet into following. I found her sitting on the mezzanine, two glasses in front of her, one Baileys on the rocks, the other... "A Harvey Wallbanger, for you." She laughed. I must have looked stunned. "You're not the only one that's been spying, my dear. I've actually had my eye on you a lot longer than you may think." I took a step away, shocked. What else does she know about me? What is she talking about? "Tay Foster, why don't you sit with me? I can assure you, I only bite when requested. But that's not the kind of kink you enjoy, is it?" I sat in silence, still too shocked to run or speak. She told me everything she found out about me, from my first love to what colour underwear I like. I couldn't say or do anything but drink and listen. When she stopped, she must have asked me something I didn't quite catch. "Sorry, what?" "Tay, I do wish you'd listen. I said you will be coming home with me tonight." I didn't know what else to do. Between the endless lines of drink, drugs and the intoxicating sight of her cleavage, I wasn't about to argue. I was guided through and out of the club into a limo by the goddess in chocolate, form-fitting Armani. On our way, nothing was said. She looked out her window; I looked like a lost puppy. A quickly sobering, slightly bedraggled puppy. Her door opened and a hand assisted her out. Ah, George. "Are you having second thoughts, Tay?" I woke from my daze and quickly and ungainly shuffled out her side. George was walking her up the stairs and into the foyer. I stopped in the doorway, stunned by the dazzling white of the marble... everything. Marble stairs, marble walls... if I was sober enough, I would have looked for marble in the chandeliers. Celia came to me, took my arm and steered me into the library. The walls were lined with old leather-bound texts. A huge fireplace was the only source of light on the antique lounge setting. She sat and urged me to sit next to her. I sat on the edge and she laughed. "Relax. I'll only hurt you if you want me to." She reached behind me and touched my neck, sending shivers through me. A gasp escaped my lips, and my quim quivered. Her hand lead its way down my back, along the outside of my thigh and slowly back up the inside. I closed my eyes and whimpered, praying for her to go higher, to brush against my aching pussy, to enter me, when she stopped. My eyes snapped open to find her taking off her suit. "Can I help?" I whispered hoarsely. She shook her head. "You have to watch." Agonised and excited, I watched her slowly strip until all that was left was a silver crucifix dangling between her exquisite breasts. "Up." I stood. "Where is the key?" I gave it willingly. She unlocked the padlock at my neck and unzipped my top. Discarding it, her hand went to my lower back and down over my arse, pulling me close. "Are you wearing underwear?" I nodded. Her hands quickly disappeared under my skirt. I moaned when I felt her begin to pull my now soaked g-string down. As they reached my ankles, I could feel her inhaling my scent. I stepped away and let her hold my underwear to her face, breathing me in. She threw them away and clutched my hips with desperate hands. Celia Capiella, my enemy, was about to make most exquisite love to me. She drew me close, touching as much skin as she could. I squirmed and shivered at every sensation, until she reached between us to finally, finally touch me. I nearly fell. Her fingers inched their way further inside as her thumb gently stroked my nub. "I know how much you like this, Tay. I know everything my like, want and need. Shall I show you what I know?" she whispered as her left hand found my sensitive cheeks. Moaning, whimpering, drowning in the sensations, I cared only for her hands, the journey to release. Her left hand shifted to the small of my back, guiding me to the arm of the lounge I had not long sat on. Awkwardly, I was sat on the arm and slowly, her tongue replaced her thumb. Oh, that tongue... A more gifted, more talented mouth I have never experienced. Now soft, now fast, constantly changing, bringing me closer to the edge with every lick. Then, she stopped. After a few seconds, I realised what had happened. "What's wrong?" I asked timidly, still reeling from her sudden withdrawal. "Up." I wobbled my way to standing, openly loving her dominance. She grabbed my arm, roughly leading me around to behind the lounge chair. Letting go, she spun me to face the chair and pushed my head forward. I was on my tiptoes, bent over the back of what I realised was a very sturdy couch. My face was against the leather cushions, my bum in the air and my moist slit exposed. Altogether a compromising position. I felt Celia move behind me, brushing my butt with her breasts and moving lower to drag her rock-hard nipple along my clit. I shuddered, becoming more wet then ever. Again, she entered me, at first with three, then four fingers, not touching my clit at all. I needed that, and she knew it, so I leaned my weight on my left elbow and reached my right hand back so I could do it myself. First I teased myself by circling my sensitive nub, then gently stroked it as she twisted and pumped her fingers into me. Again, she stopped dead. "Stay where you are." I stayed. I kept teasing myself, wondering what she was doing. I heard a very familiar sound that I couldn't quite place until I felt the cold lube touch my already wet slit. She knew everything, then! "Your ex told me that the only thing to get you off was this. I hope I do it right." Ever so slowly, she inched her way in. Her entire fist was twisting and flexing inside me. I slowly picked up speed on my clit, not wanting this delicious sensation to stop. "Oh yeah, just like that..." Moaning, whimpering, quivering, I was lost in my own impending orgasm. My pussy tightened around her, coming closer to the edge, begging for more. "Faster!" I was so close when she leaned over my body, mashing her breasts against me and her hand pumping in and out as she punch-fucked my greedy cunny. "You're my horny little slut now." She whispered. "Just fuck me harder!" I snarled. Her pace quickened, I was so close. Then, she grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me upright onto her fist. I screamed, my body exploding. Her hand pushed out of me, I fell to the floor, lying like a discarded blanket. My juices leaked through my skirt and I blacked out to the sound of footsteps. Saturday morning I came to, completely naked and smelling of sex. The sun was up, I could smell coffee brewing. Breakfast? I sat up, realising I was on a huge bed in an equally large room. I made my way to sit on the edge, looking around my new surroundings. There were cupboards and peculiar fixtures everywhere, and an ornately carved door in a wall covered in curtains. I covered myself in the bed sheet (white Egyptian cotton, soft as a kitten) and wandered over to the closest cabinet. Inside there were drawers full with sex toys and costumes. I felt eyes on me, and looked over my shoulder to see Celia still nude. My knees became weak. "Awake at last. Are you hungry?" her skin glowed as she turned and lead me to the dining room. A feast lay before me. I ate, expecting to be asked to dress and leave when I finished. Still in the sheet, I felt very naked. "Uh, where are my clothes?" I asked timidly as I put down my empty mug. "Oh, I think they're still in the study, unless George has moved them. You're not leaving just yet, are you?" She sounded a little hurt. "No, I suppose not." I had no idea how to react but to go along with whatever she wanted. "Please, let me take you back to bed. You look exhausted." I allowed myself to be led back, thoroughly bored with the game and in desperate need of a shower. We found my clothes and boots cleaned and folded on the bed, with a note apologising for the wait. I guess he heard me. "Just through that door is a bathroom, if you need it. I'll be waiting." She directed me through the door between the curtains into an enormous bathroom. A bath big enough to swim laps in was in the centre of it with a line of showerheads directly above it. I turned them on, shucked off the sheet and got under the rain-like flow. Water cascaded over my body, washing away the grime and sweat of last night's activities. With soapy hands, I chased the water as it ran down my tired body. Thinking about last night, my fingers found their way to my pussy, touching and teasing myself. I sat on the edge, spreading my lips to plunge my fingers deeply into my aching hole. I suddenly realised the wall of the door I came through was covered in mirrors. Here I was, my naked, wet body reflected back at me. Seeing my hand inside me, my hair plastered to my breasts, oh... I nearly came. Then I came to my senses and stopped, inwardly scolding myself for such behaviour. I found a fresh towel on a bench, dried and wrapped it around me. I realised I smelled like sex again, but it was better, fresher than before. I walked back into the bedroom where Celia said she'd be waiting, to find her gone. I shrugged, dressed and walked back to the kitchen. Deserted. I tried to remember the way out, and thought I was heading in the right direction. I opened a door to discover Celia and George fucking on the billiards table. "Uh, sorry." I muttered as I hurriedly closed the door. I saw a familiar pot plant and headed for it, then finally saw the front door. The moment I touched the handle, alarm bells rang I my head. She was bending him over the table. He sounded acutely feminine. Nothing was making sense to me, and I couldn't move for all the white noise in my head. I felt a finger draw a line down the back of my neck. "Now that you know Georgie's little secret, would you like to join us?" I felt her arm encircle my waist and lead me back to the dark room I had run from. My mind was still trying to understand when I saw 'Georgie' doing what I had in the shower not ten minutes before. Her fingers glistened with the pungent juice she had just pulled from herself. She offered them to me and my desire took over. I greedily licked and sucked them dry, while Celia undressed me once again. Once nude, I pushed her away and dove between Georgie's thighs, desperate to taste her from the source. I was lost, devouring her, my tongue searching every fold for her essence. As Georgie leaned back on her elbows, I plunged three of my fingers into her. She moaned and arched her back, taking more of my fingers in, and ground her clit into my mouth. Celia was standing behind me once again, touching my back and kneading my cheeks, turning me on. Georgie bucked and begged for more. I was about to oblige her when Celia pulled me away and climbed onto the table. It was dark enough for me to not see the strap-on until Georgie climbed on top of her and slowly eased herself onto the thick plastic cock. Just watching her ride this woman, her small breasts jiggling with the effort, made me ravenous with lust. I leaned over to kiss Celia when she grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into the same kiss my ex left me with; passionate, strong and hungry. We broke apart, a line of saliva joining our lips for a second. The scent and sound of sex filled the room. I needed to be fucked. "Sit on my face." Celia whispered to me, a little smile playing on her lips. I quickly scrambled onto the table, eager for my turn. I swung my leg over her head, and was met with her amazing tongue. I reached out to Georgie, stroking her breasts and shoulders and, moving down her stomach, stroked the top of her pubic hair. She moaned, grinding herself onto the toy. I moved my fingertips closer to her clit, teasing her until she pulled on my arm. I obliged, finally rubbing her in exactly the right spot. Her breathing became faster; she became more vocal and ground down on the toy and my hand harder. Celia's tongue picked up the pace, wanting me to come with Georgie, but she wasn't quick enough as Georgie started to buck and scream. I put my other hand around her waist as she started to slide off Celia. I held her close and gently laid her down on the table beside Celia. I got off her and leaned over George, looking into her eyes. Her hands traced up my sides and pulled me into a gentle, loving kiss. Our bodies touched, sending shivers through me again. I still hadn't come yet. We were entwined, touching as much skin as we could, hands and tongues anywhere and everywhere. I could feel her thigh pressing against my mound. I rode it like a bucking bronco. I needed her, I needed release. Her arms folded around me and pulled me to her. We kissed again. She broke it to kiss her way from my lips to my ear. "I have a surprise for you." she whispered. The sensation of her breath on my ear sends shivers down my spine even now. George dropped her knee, pulling it away from my dripping pussy. I reacted like a spoilt child and started to get very angry. I hadn't noticed that Celia had left until she walked back through the door carrying a large box. I wasn't in the mood for surprises, or anything but sex for that matter, so I tried to get George's attention back. She merely pushed me off her onto my side, and sat up on the table staring at Celia. Celia gave her the box and smiled at me. "Just what the fuck is going on? I was expecting a lot more than just teasing, for fuck's sake!" I spat at her. "Patience, my love. Open your present." Celia chided as George proffered me the box. "Fuck the present, and fuck you. I'm going home!" I jumped down and started to dress. I had had enough of this teasing. They both tried to calm me, but I was set on leaving. I was so frustrated I finally decided to go barefoot than have to tame my laces. Boots in hand, mood set on 'Seriously Pissed Off', I marched out of the house, down the long driveway, out the huge wrought iron gates and in the general direction of my house. Neither tried to follow past the door I had first burst through, which disappointed me a little. I would have hoped they'd at least try to act hurt. The day after I left, a courier brought me a package with no return address and no name but mine. It was still sitting on the coffee table three days later. I couldn't open it (out of spite), but I couldn't throw it away (out of curiosity). What's in it? Why did she still want me to have it even when she wouldn't try to stop me from leaving? I'd caught myself looking at it a few times. Curiosity was getting the best of me. On the fifth day, I gave in. I opened the note. Celia and George "Dear Tay, Same time next week? Promise I'll be good. Love, Celia." I was stunned. She still wanted to see me? What was she so desperate for me to have? I had to know what was in that box. I tore the cardboard and was greeted by an explosion of packing foam. When the storm had subsided, I saw something I'd only ever dreamed of owning. "Oh, Lee-lee..." It looked like it was going to be a very interesting weekend indeed... Celia and Sibelius Celia was getting old for her vocation. She was a "gentleman's escort." A whore. Most of the men wanted to fuck young chicks and she only got the leftover jobs. One had rejected her services and had cancelled the credit card payment. That had hurt her a lot, she had known her days as an escort were numbered but when the number came up she was not ready for it. She cut back on her spending and prepared to survive as a waitress. Her house and everything in it was paid for, as was her Corolla. A client had gifted her with a large flat screen TV for taking on six of his friends making him look like a hero. She was very glad to pose as his wife for the evening. She liked to fuck. Ten years had passed since then. During those ten years she saw the lines in her face lengthen and multiply, she saw her tits sag. She noticed that she now preferred lots of kisses and long fucks rather than wild jungle fucks. She now preferred salads rather than pork ribs. She was forty-four. She was no longer a chick. Her agency seldom called. She did not mind serving tables. She liked the people she served in her little neighborhood restaurant. Celia had waited on tables there since high school. She would now never consider leaving the place. For years Celia had told herself and any one that would listen that she would leave the job in a second if she could. For fifteen years she could have but she didn't. She was now glad she had not. She was now a shift supervisor and emergency chef. She loved gong to work. Almost five months after her last escort job she got a call from her agency. "This old geezer wants company to the symphony, no sex. Want it?" "Yes" she said. She had never accepted a no-sex job until her wake up call five years before. It paid a third of the usual. Two no sex customers wanted her to fuck them but they were just trying to beat the system. She declined and turned them in to the agency. She was surprised herself when she did not feel like fucking them. What she wanted was to go home, have some wine and listen to her music. One no sex customer did a fine job of seducing her, treating her like the love of his life. He made her feel special. He made love to her all night. He left her in the hotel room to sleep late and gave her a kiss, a thank you note, and a hundred dollars before he left. That was the event in her mind when she masturbated now. That had been two years before. She was very glad about the symphony job, she had never been there and she enjoyed classical music. She asked a retired friend that was an occasional usher at symphony hall about proper dress and she said, "Gentlemen wear suits or sport coats and ladies wear simple black dresses, no sequins, beads, feathers or dead animal prints." Celia shook her head. Her friend had just described her wardrobe. She went home and spent the night removing beads off a dress. She left three rows of beads around the collar then had the dress dry-cleaned. Unfortunately that was the money to color her hair so she decided to go with her natural dark brown hair. It had been months since she had dyed her hair and it seemed natural by then. She had once tried to pull out the gray ones but it got painful, there were too many. Her friends told her they loved her hair. She decided to go with minimal make-up; it was just some old geezer anyway. But she knew she no longer wanted to attract attention to herself. She no longer wanted to be a painted lady. She was to meet her date in his room at a hotel downtown. He answered his door and in a deep somewhat gravelly voice and said, "I am ready. Lets go." He was simply the sexiest man she had ever met. He was tall, had salt end pepper hair, and deep black eyes. He was not particularly old, perhaps early fifties. She began to regret the no sex part of the assignment. They walked the two blocks to the symphony hall and she was grateful she was not wearing her "come fuck me" shoes. His pace was casual slow and so was his conversation. He praised her dress and her hair. He seemed to be telling her the truth and not giving her a bunch of B.S. She said, "Thanks." As they waited for a light to turn he asked her what her real job was. Without thinking she told the truth. He did not seem surprised or disgusted. In fact when the light turned he took her hand in his as they crossed the intersection. Celia looked around and saw a lot of couples that looked just like they did as they were entering the symphony hall. She relaxed. She also saw a couple of the younger girls from her agency. It crossed her mind that was what she used to look like, out of place. They sat in the middle of the middle and she looked at the program, then groaned. "What's wrong?" "Oh, sorry nothing. I'm fine." She was not fine. The first number was Tchaikovsky's Romeo and Juliet Overture. It always sent chills up her spine. Then a Chopin Piano Concerto that she loved. After the intermission the program read Sibelius Symphony number two. The fourth movement of that had always overwhelmed her and she almost always burst into tears. She knew her date was going to walk away from her. She mentally shrugged. She decided she was going to enjoy herself. This was going to be a night she would always remember. "Do you know any of these pieces," he asked her. "Yes, all of them. They are in my iPod." He gave her a smile like someone that had just discovered something wonderful. "So Celia, where is this restaurant of yours?" She was taken aback; she had not realized she had given him her real name. After a moment of hesitation she again told the truth. She went on to brag that they had the best Puerto Rican food in the city. He grinned at her as if he liked her, she thought. Her thought process was halted when the maestro stepped to the podium. She applauded with energy. 
Romeo and Juliet begins slowly like a theme from a movie that everyone knows but doesn't remember. Then the conflict begins and the strings go nuclear. He saw her body stiffen and her eyes go wide open. She was absorbing every note into her body. She was barely breathing. He was jealous. He had felt that way about the music once but he had lost it somewhere along the line. He watched her relax and breathe when the conflict ended and the romance resumed. He saw a tear fall from her eye as she blinked. As the music led them to the second conflict he took her hand in his. He was not sure she noticed. As the musical conflict escalated she gripped his hand with amazing strength but her body was less involved. He could not decide if it was his hand or the fact that it was the second such passage. She noticed her hand was in his and relaxed her grip. She looked at him and silently said thank you. He did not release her hand. During the third conflict and death scene she managed to stay within herself and was on her feet leading the ovation for the orchestra. She felt so happy that she kissed him. "Oh, sorry," she said. "Anytime, please." She looked to see if he was just being polite. She mentally said, "fuck it," and kissed him again. When they sat. She looked at the name of the piano soloist and she asked him if he knew who he was. He said he was the latest young sensation. It would be his first time to hear him play. From the start it looked like there was something wrong. He was late coming into the piece and struggled with the first movement. Less than a quarter of the way through it when he was at everyone's favorite part he stood and left the stage. The people that were seated where they could see the side curtain gasped. He had apparently collapsed. Several minutes later the maestro said something to someone at that side of the stage and an older woman was rushed to the concert piano. The maestro began the piece again and the woman played masterfully. Everyone broke protocol and gave her an ovation after the first movement. Again they were led by Celia who also led the ovation at the conclusion of the concerto and again as the maestro introduced Maria Beltran, piano teacher at the Prestigious University's Conservatory. Maria lived in Celia's neighborhood. She dined in the restaurant often. Celia had served her often. They were friends. She gave Maria a shy wave although she though Maria would never see it. She did and Maria bowed to Celia with a smile. As they left for intermission he asked her, "Friend of yours?" "She was my piano teacher once. Now I see her at the restaurant. She is bold and sassy lady. I adore her even though she is a lousy tipper." He laughed at her comment and Celia soon found herself with an apple martini in her hands as he drank a seven and seven. They wandered around for a while then held hands as they returned to their seats. Many smiled at them. They were not the smiles she had seen before; the ones that made her feel dirty. She was getting genuine smiles. One woman told her she loved her dress and appeared to be sincere. She managed to say thanks. They settled in and the maestro returned. Sibelius number two began.The first three movements were too early twentieth century for Celia. There were beautiful passages along the way but just hints at the power of the fourth movement. She squirmed as the third movement segued into the fourth.He held her hand. The melody was getting to her. It was the theme that would be repeated at the conclusion. Then the monster musical tidal wave began, quietly with a touch of mystery. As the wave grew in intensity she wrapped her arms around one of his. Tears began to flow. She tried to hide from the music. She was sobbing. When it ended she was drained. She could not stand and join in the ovation. She looked up at him and saw tears in his eyes. She stood with him and looked around. She had not been the only casualty of the tidal wave. She joined the ovation for the orchestra. Several people around her patted her shoulder as they made their way out. A tall redheaded woman with tears on her cheeks kissed her. Celia laughed and hugged her. That redhead had magnificent tits. When they exited the symphony hall she was still shaking a little. He had an arm around her waist as they walked in the direction opposite his hotel. Instead of going back he led her to a club restaurant a block away. They had appetizers and a drink, which Celia sorely needed. They danced to a couple of songs. They kissed as they went out. They took a cab to his hotel and he told the cabby to take her home. She loved his goodbye kiss. She wondered if he was gay, or married. He had made no effort to seduce her. Perhaps he simply remembered how they came to be together. She decided to just remember it as a magical night. The cab dropped her off next to her car four blocks away and she drove home. In bed that night she masturbated just once before going to sleep. The next morning she called the escort agency and told them she was now out of the business. She did not see how another job would be better than the one last night. At work the next Monday she was the only one that had ever been to a symphony and was the only one she knew that was aware of Maria's star turn. When Maria came in Celia was about to give Maria an ovation of one until she saw the look of desperation on her face. She clapped but changed directions and announced that her best tipper was there at last. Everyone laughed as Maria gave her the finger and sat at her usual table. As soon as everyone's attention was elsewhere Celia gave Maria a kiss on the cheek. "You were magnificent," she said. Maria whispered, "Thanks. But I do not want people to treat me like a diva." "But you are a diva," Celia said with a smile. Maria gave her the finger again then squeezed Celia's hand. On her return to Maria with her breakfast she asked what had happened to the soloist. "Before the concert was over he was in surgery having his appendix removed. He is a good kid, I hope he recovers fast." "Is he still in the hospital?" "Yes, his appendix had ruptured." "Give me the name of the hospital. I want to send him flowers." Maria did and asked Celia to send flowers in her name too. Maria's tips got better. Celia thought about making a big deal of it but settled by giving her a quick kiss on the cheek. It was two weeks before she heard the Sibelius again. It did not compare to the power of hearing it live. Neither did the Tchaikovsky or the Chopin. She decided that the City Symphony was a lot better orchestra than the ones that made the recordings. She began to attend some Thursday or Sunday concerts. The cheapest tickets were in the front two rows which had limited view, she could not see past the strings, but had the bonus of being able to become a nodding acquaintance to some string players. She slowly upgraded her wardrobe and allowed her hair to grow long. She never noticed but she now looked a lot better than she had eight years before. Of course many told her so. Maria saw her at the symphony hall and began to leave tickets for her instead of a tip. Celia's kisses migrated from cheek to lips. Maria said, "Now there will be people whispering about us." "Oh sorry," Celia said and gave her a torrid kiss with a strong embrace. "Is that better?" Maria swatted her butt and left but she had a big grin on her face. Three months after her first concert Maria left her a ticket for a Saturday night. As she approached her seat she saw it was in the middle in the middle, the expensive seats, the same seat she had been with the gentleman. The very fine looking redhead that had kissed her before kissed her again in greeting and her husband smiled at her. They liked her. Then they greeted someone behind her. She turned around and there he was, the man that had introduced her to live symphonies. He gave her a soft kiss and said, "I brought two handkerchiefs." She kissed him back and said, "We will not need them tonight." "Speak for yourself. Schubert's Eighth always gets to me." "So, how have you been?" "Lousy, I called the agency and learned you had quit. They would not give me your number. I have been to every Hispanic restaurant in town and nobody knew you." "The restaurant is not Hispanic, it is a seafood restaurant. I just mentioned it had terrific Puerto Rican food." "Now I am chagrined too. Anyway, each time I came here I also looked for Maria. Apparently she is only here to help tune the piano when there is a guest pianist." "I know, we were here Thursday of last week. She plays passages of that night's piece on the piano before the soloist arrives. The tuner adjusts it if she says to do so. I drove us here that night and I got to meet some of the orchestra including the maestro. She introduced me as a former student. I added I was also her present day waitress, that she had done her best but it didn't take. I stood by her as she checked out the piano but I tell you in front of at all those seats the stage is a really spooky place to be." 
 He chuckled at her experience and said, "I asked Ms. Beltran about you but she would not tell me anything. I don't think she likes me very much. She thinks I would hurt you. 
I never would. But at least she did agree to give you the ticket for tonight." "Best tip I have ever had." She said as she took his hand and led their way to their seats. They chatted before the concert began and Celia told him about Maria's refusal to talk about that night. "She may be worried that her friends treatment of her would change," he said. Celia nodded in agreement. They enjoyed the concert. He held it together for the Schubert but both almost lost it at The Gates of Kiev. They returned to the club restaurant, had appetizers and a drink, danced to a couple of songs then walked to the underground garage. "You rented a car?" "No. This is my car. I live on the coast down the expressway. I was at the hotel because I had a fire at my house. The insurance company said they would pay my living expenses but would not pay to replace my second computer so I lived in the most expensive hotel in town for three and a half weeks. Getting me a computer and living at Super Eight would have been a lot cheaper for them." "My car is behind of the Newspaper building" Celia told him. He drove her to it and asked, "What part of town do you live in?" "South on the expressway until you get to the beltway, get off after it, and then left for two blocks and right for four blocks then right again for one." She wondered why she had given him specific direction to her house. He smiled. "You live thirty minutes from me." Both laughed, kissed, and then drove off. She was happy to see he was following her. She made sure he would not lose her. He stopped behind her when she got to her house. "I thank you for your company. I would like to see you again," he said to her. They kissed. He was definitely not gay she learned. They kissed again and she backed way."What is your name?" "Vincent. I had worried I had not told you." "What do you do for a living?" "I'm the Principal at Craig Biggio Intermediate School in my small town." They looked at each other for a few moments then she said,"Well Vincent, would you like to come in? I have some Tito Puente we can dance to." Célia La Stripteaseuse Depuis deux ans, on entend beaucoup parler des clubs de stripteases qui fleurissent dans la capitale. Des grands noms des nuits parisiennes s'y sont mis également. Qui ne va pas s'encanailler dans ce genre de club est un ringard. Je n'y ai jamais mis les pieds pour ma part. On dit qu'il est interdit de toucher les filles qui dansent pour et tout contre vous et ceci même dans les salons privés. Enfin, c'est ce que l'on dit. Il existe pourtant d'autres établissements de stripteases, moins tape à l'œil, mais plus chaleureux si vous voyez ce que je veux dire. Vous pouvez toucher les filles et même plus si affinité. Un ami, que j'appellerais Paul, m'y avait invité pour fêter mes trente-cinq ans. Paul était un ami à qui je n'avais jamais cédé à ces avances de peur de le perdre par la suite. Je l'aimais, et l'aime toujours beaucoup. Il avait été royal ce soir là. Il m'avait offert un bon repas dans un petit restaurant plein de charme et la cerise sur le gâteau fut ce club à striptease. Je trouvais cela rigolos de voir ces superbes filles danser pour des clients. Je pensais y trouver que des hommes, mais il y avait aussi quelques femmes mises à part les stripteaseuses bien entendu. Paul me laissa pour aller prendre commande de nos consommations. Je le vis discuter avec le barman et me désigner du doigt. Ce dernier acquiesça plusieurs fois. Il n'allait quand même pas m'offrir un striptease masculin. Il connaissait pourtant mes penchants pour les personnes de mon propre sexe. Le barman était mignon mais je n'avais pas envie d'homme ce soir là. Je préférais nettement voir les filles qui dansaient. Paul revint. Je ne dis rien. Une blonde vêtu d'une minijupe écossaise, d'un chemisier noué à la taille, de bas blanc et de mignons escarpins s'approcha de nous. C'était tout à fait le genre de fille qui me plaisait. - Bonsoir. » dit elle. « Etes vous Romane? » - Oui, je suis bien Romane. » - Je m'appelle Célia. Puis je danser pour vous? » - Avec grand plaisir Célia. » Elle se mit alors à danser au rythme de la musique qui envahissait la salle. Elle s'approcha un peu plus de moi se baissa jusqu'à toucher mes cuisses. Ses cuisses frôlaient les mienne et cela me chamboulait. Elle se retourna et relavant sa jupe elle m'offrit une superbe vision de ses fesses couverte d'une culotte blanche en coton. Elle tira dessus afin qu'elle glisse dans le creux du sillon de ses fesses. Son corps se mouvait encore et encore. Ayant entendu qu'il ne fallait pas toucher les filles, je gardais les bras sur mes cuisses. Elle se mit à me caresser les jambes. Bizarre. Je pensais que les filles n'avaient pas non plus le droit de toucher le client. Elle me prit alors une main et la posa sur sa hanche. Elle la fit descendre sur sa cuisse me montrant ainsi que j'avais le droit de la toucher. Je n'allais pas m'en priver. Je caressais alors ses jambes et ses fesses qu'elle m'offrait avec complaisance. Je mouillais comme une jeune fille. Ho qu'elle magnifique cul elle avait et des seins... Elle me les plantait juste sous mon nez. Elle retira sa cravate et me la passa autour du cou. Elle dansa encore tenant la cravate de la main ou de la bouche. Elle finit par se baisser. - Vous me plaisez beaucoup Romane. Je pense que vous plaisez à beaucoup de monde dans cette salle. Cela vous dit de m'accompagner sur la piste? » Je ne lui répondis pas. Et comment je voulais la suivre sur la piste. Je suis exhibitionniste et m'offrir à la vue de tout le monde m'émoustillait encore plus. Elle vit dans mes yeux ce que je voulais. Elle sourit et prit la cravate qu'elle tira afin de me faire lever. Je la suivis comme une chienne tenue en laisse. - Appuis toi sur le poteau et continu à te laisser faire. » Elle se colla contre moi et se frotta tout en descendant à mes pieds. Elle souleva le bas de ma courte robe et une langue chaude et humide glissa sur ma jambe avant qu'elle ne remonte. Ses mains se posèrent sur mes seins et les caressèrent. Elle se mit en œuvre pour les dégager de ma robe. Elle fit glisser les bretelles de ma robe et offrit ma poitrine aux spectateurs. Elle passa dans mon dos et les caressa avec douceur. Je tremblais tout en me cramponnant à mon poteau d'acier. Je fermais les yeux, goûtant au plaisir qu'elle m'offrait. Sa respiration glissait sur mon cou. Je la sentis passer devant moi. Alors qu'elle se collait à mon bassin, nous frottant le pubis à travers nos vêtement, je voulais dégager à mon tour sa poitrine qui me faisait tant envie. Je peux alors profiter du velouté de ses somptueux globes mammaires. C'est alors qu'elle passa à la vitesse supérieure. Elle se mit à lécher et sucer mes seins. Quelle bonheur cette fille. Je lui tenais la tête comme je l'aurais fait avec un bébé. Elle abandonna ma poitrine afin de redescendre à mes pieds. Elle remonta ma robe offrant la vision de mon string à tout le monde. Une bouche et une langue brûlante glissèrent à l'intérieur de mes cuisses provoquant encore plus de frissons. Sa bouche alla ensuite sur mon pubis recueillirent un peu de la liqueur que je produisais. Je la vis sourire. Je lui caressais les cheveux montrant ainsi que j'appréciais ce qu'elle me faisait. Je voulais l'embrasser maintenant. Je m'accroupis afin d'être à sa hauteur. Je déposais délicatement mes lèvres sur les siennes. Elle répondit à mon baiser. Nos langues se touchèrent. Elle tourna vers le bar et fit un signe au barman. Celui-ci arriva avec un godemiché à double tête posé sur un plateau. Elle le prit et le glissant dans sa bouche, elle m'offrit le bout opposé. On le suça tout en douceur. Elle le glissa ensuite entre mes seins et le lécha comme une chatte. On lécha longuement à tour de rôle l'objet en latex. Elle me fit me redresser et me débarrassa en douceur de mon string. Mon sexe était maintenant offert à tout le monde. Elle me massa le pubis tout en continua à sucer le godemiché. Doucement, elle entreprit de le faire pénétrer en moi. Je ne pus m'empêcher de gémir. Elle le fit aller et venir, à l'aide de ses mains, à l'aide de sa bouche, toujours en douceur et presque au rythme de la musique. Je tremblais et gémissais de plus belle. Si elle n'avait pas le gode en bouche, elle venait titiller mon clitoris du bout de la langue. Je jouis en silence, mais cela se vit sur mon visage. Le godemiché quitta son fourreau humide et la fille se redressa. Enfin elle m'embrassa à pleine bouche. - Merci Célia! » lui dis je au creux de l'oreille. « Y a t'il un endroit plus confortable? J'ai envie de profiter encore un peu plus de mon joli cadeau. » - Bien sûr! Suis moi! » Elle me prit par la main et on quitta la scène sous un tonnerre d'applaudissement. Je laissais ma culotte sur la piste. Passant près de Paul, je m'arrêtais et regardais Célia. Elle acquiesça. Je pris alors la main de Paul et l'on quitta la salle tous les trois. On arriva dans un couloir. Il devait y avoir une bonne quinzaine de pièces fermées uniquement par un rideau de perle. Dans certaine de ces pièces, il y avait des gens qui faisait l'amour. On pouvait les regarder sans aucune contrainte et peut-être se joindre à eux. Elle entra dans l'une de ces pièces. Un grand lit trônait en son milieu. Sur une étagère trônait de nombreux godemichés, dont certains à fixer à la taille. Il y avait aussi quelques instruments de torture (fouet, martinet, chaînes, etc.) Célia grimpa sur le lit. Je tenais toujours Paul par la main. - Je veux te remercier pour ton merveilleux cadeau. Tu pourras nous regarder faire l'amour. Tu pourras lui faire l'amour. Tu pourras me faire l'amour. Ce sera mon cadeau de remerciement. » Je l'embrassais alors pour la première fois en l'entraînant vers le lit. Célia l'aida à se déshabiller. Je m'installais à côté et dégrafais ma robe. Je caressais alors la superbe poitrine de Célia. Paul lui retira son chemiser. Ce fut à son tour de profiter de la bouche de la poitrine de Célia. Moi j'en profitais pour embrasser Célia à pleine bouche. Il s'occupa de ma poitrine également. On retira la jupe et la mignonne petite culotte qui cachait encore son merveilleux pubis. Je laissais Paul recueillir en premier la délicieuse rosé qui recouvrait les pétales du sexe de Célia. Je continuais à dévorer sa bouche et sa langue. Elle s'intéressait à mes seins. Je pris sa tête, comme je l'aurais fait de celle d'un nourrisson, et lui offris la tété. Paul quitta les pétales de Célia pour venir butiner à ma fleur tout aussi gorgée de cyprine. J'étais au paradis. Il me broutait merveilleusement bien et la tété me chavirait tout autant. Célia abandonna mes seins et poussa doucement Paul afin de prendre sa place. Sa caresse fut plus délicieuse à mes yeux. Paul m'embrassait à son tour. Je voulais goûter à mon tour à son nectar. Je la basculais sur le lit en un superbe 69 et léchais enfin sa douce liqueur. J'attendais cela depuis qu'elle avait commencé à danser pour moi. Je la broutais aussi bien qu'elle me dévorait. Paul retira son pantalon. Il avait un superbe membre. Il passa derrière moi. Célia arrêta sa caresse buccale mais laissa ses doigts continuer le travail. Je devinais qu'elle suçait le membre de Paul. Je le sentis se poser sur mon dos et m'embrasser dans le cou. Je décidais de lui offrir les faveurs de ma bouche. J'abandonnais mon superbe 69, position que je comptais bien réitérer avec la belle, et on suça à tour de rôle le vigoureux pénis de Paul. Le sentant prêt, je lui offris en plus les charmes de Célia. On passa un préservatif et la belle s'empala sur son membre. Commença alors une splendide chevauchée. Je tenais la belle et l'embrassais de plus belle tout en lui caressant les seins. Je glissais alors une main vers son pubis délicatement rasé, et caressais son petit clitoris. La belle gémissait de plaisir. Il quitta alors sa grotte, et me prit sur le côté. C'était un bel étalon ce Paul. Elle, étant sur la touche, se masturbait en nous regardant. Elle vint ensuite m'offrir le même traitement que moi. Son doigt sur mon clitoris donnait des décharges électriques dans tout le corps. Je jouis une deuxième fois dans la soirée. Elle s'installa ensuite sur moi et nos bouches se joignirent. Il nous prit alors à tour de rôle. J'aimais beaucoup sentir le corps de Célia contre le mien et la sentir vibrer de plaisir et de jouissance. Quand il quittait sa grotte pour venir honorer la mienne, j'en profitais pour la masturber énergiquement. Quand il reprenait sa place en elle, je gouttais ses douces liqueurs sur mes doigts. On changea à nouveau de position. Il la prit en levrette alors qu'elle m'honorait à nouveau de sa bouche et de sa langue. Cette fille était très douée. Elle me faisait jouir encore et encore. Elle eut son orgasme dans les bras de Paul. Celui-ci ne perdait pas de sa vigueur et tenait merveilleusement la distance avec deux femmes aussi voraces l'une que l'autre. Pour couronner le tout, je demandais à Paul de me sodomiser. Il ne se fit pas prier deux fois. Avec l'aide de Célia, de sa salive et des mes liqueurs, Paul me sodomisa à merveille et j'eus à mon tour un puissant orgasme. Il finit par éjaculer dans la bouche de Célia qui s'empressa à venir me faire partager dans sa bouche le liquide crémeux. Des gens nous avaient regardés derrière le rideau de perles. Ils partirent vers d'autres aventures. Paul se rhabilla et après un rapide baiser sur nos bouche, il nous laissa toutes seules. On resta longuement pelotonné l'une contre l'autre, nous caressant, nous embrassant. - Merci Célia! Ca a été merveilleux! » - Pour moi aussi Romane. » - Je reviendrais. » - Ce sera avec grand plaisir! » Celia's Adventures Celia waited out side Paul's flat for her heart to slow. She was thinking about the last few weeks of her life and about how normal her life had been before she met Paul. She had always considered herself a normal happy wife and mother. She had a husband Steve who although quiet was totally dependable. They had two children, twenty year old Simon and nineteen year old Lucy. At forty Celia had realised no one actually needed her any more. Celia had taken a job in a small factory to occupy her mind as much as anything. Straight away she found herself working along side Paul who she was immediately attracted to but didn't at first realise it. At twenty he was half her age; was strikingly attractive and very world-wise which is to say he knew how to look after himself. Paul knew at once that Celia had the hots for him but that wasn't an unusual occurrence. He attracted middle-aged women like flies around a dead dog; out of the twenty women in the factory he knew fifteen fancied him. Celia had managed to keep a very trim figure. Her tits were still firm and full, she was proud of her flat tummy, as yet there were no wrinkles on her face and her light brown hair had no signs of grey. All in all she looked a lot younger than she was. Without being aware of it Celia began to take greater care in her appearance. For his part he played along; when a woman acted like she was he couldn't help himself. Celia naively took his complements and interest as a genuine sign that he fancied her. Out of the blue on the previous Monday, Paul had asked her to meet him for a drink. Celia stopped her self from saying oh I can't or I don't know and agreed straight away to meet him. It had been no trouble to get out for the evening and Celia had gone to a lot of effort to look her best. Paul had at first seemed pleased to see her and even lavished her with compliments but then had seemed a little distant. This made Celia try even harder. They had been drinking for a little over an hour when Paul answered a call on his mobile and he said he had to split. Celia followed Paul out of a back door which led into a dark alley. As soon as they were in the alley Paul took Celia in his arms as he kissed her Celia responded with a passion she had never felt before. Paul ran his hands all over her firm body, within a minute his strong hands had found their way under her blouse, pushed her bra up and lowered his head to suck and chew on her erect nipples. As he sucked on her tits his hands pushed aside her knickers to roughly fondle her pussy. The speed at which Paul had done all this left Celia breathless but more aroused than she had ever been in her quiet safe little life. Just as she felt herself beginning to explode into her first orgasm in years, Paul stopped his administrations, and quickly left with a casual, see ya. It took Celia ages to calm down after he had left, it wasn't until she had walked slowly home that she returned to earth. At work Paul acted as though nothing had happened between them, it wasn't until the Friday as they were getting ready to go home for the weekend that Paul told Celia, to meet him at the pub again. He didn't wait for her to reply, he knew she'd be there. In the pub they once more sat drinking for an hour until Paul said he had to go. As soon as they were in the alley Paul once more pulled her to him and kissed her fiercely before practically undressing her as he fondled squeezed and stroked her body. He did as he wanted knowing she wouldn't stop him. Unlike the first time he carried on until Celia had an orgasm which shook her ridged. As soon as she had finished Paul undid his jeans and lowered her face to his dick. Celia had never had a dick in her mouth and was terrified she wouldn't do it right. She needn't have worried because as soon as she had begun to kiss this knob, Paul wound his fingers into her hair then fucked her mouth until he came. Celia felt herself gagging as his sperm shot into her throat but managed to swallow as he pulled out. She knew she had to swallow his sperm and felt sure Paul would want her too. As soon as he had pulled out and fastened his jeans, Paul said goodnight and left. This time although she was still confused, at least she was satisfied. The first meeting had left her on edge and snappy with everyone around her, but tonight as she walked home she felt fulfilled. Not for one second did she consider that what had happened had been cheap and sordid. To her what Paul had done was a sign that he loved her. For his part as soon as he had left the alley Paul put her completely from his mind. He had enjoyed what had happened but that was all. By Monday if he struck out over the weekend he'd meet the old dear again maybe he'd tell her to come to his flat and he would fuck her there or maybe he'd go to her house and use her bed, maybe with her sad little hubby watching from the doorway. That thought gave him a buzz as he went off to meet his mates. Over the weekend Celia thought of little else but Paul. The more she thought about him the more she managed to convince herself that he loved her. In the fantasy world she created he could do no wrong. At work on Monday the fact that he totally ignored her, she decided was to protect her. He was even rude to her in front of a woman they both worked with. That upset her a little but she was soon able to turn it around to a sign of affection. On Wednesday as they were all leaving he told her to come to his flat and to dress sexy. And so Celia composed herself outside his flat. She'd gone to a lot of trouble to look just right for Paul. She had on her best underwear, a thin see-through blouse and a short loose skirt; in her best high heels and stockings she thought she looked terrific. Finally she summoned the strength to knock on his door. As she stood back to wait she knew or rather hoped that he would make love to her. She had thought of little else since he had spoken to her that afternoon. Thinking about it made her knees go weak in anticipation. After what seemed like hours Paul opened the door and with out speaking waited for her to enter. He closed the door; her heart skipped a beat as he locked it, they were alone. Standing in the middle of the room Celia looked around the typical single mans flat. He had all the usual stuff, piles of magazines a flashy stereo system and a wide screen telly. As she looked around Paul had sat in the centre of his couch and studied her. Paul's voice startled Celia more from what he said than anything else, he asked her to lift her skirt. It took her a few seconds to recover and by then she a look of displeasure had swept across Paul's face. She hadn't done as he asked. Quickly she lifted her skirt hoping more than anything else that what she did would take that look off his face. As he watched her Paul couldn't help but smile. This was too easy he was thinking but Celia was pleased he had smiled at her. Turn around he commanded; she slowly pirouetted. As he watched her Paul thought about all he would do with this sad old woman. He noticed her see-through top and decided it was time for a bit of fun. As he stood and went to his bed room he told her to remove her underwear. Celia was learning quickly and did what he had asked as quickly as she could. She was refastening her blouse as he came back into the room. He smiled when he saw that as he had hoped he could see her tits quite clearly through the tin top. As he stood in front of her he pushed a hand between her legs and roughly finger fucked her until she came, coating his hand with her juices. Shaken and gasping for breath Celia was expected him to take her to his bed and make love to her but Paul picked up his coat and told her they were going for a walk. Celia was just about to protest that she couldn't go out like this, but stopped herself as he began to frown, instead she meekly followed him out into the night, at least it was dark she told herself. They walked silently for about fifteen minutes Celia became increasingly more conscious of her near nakedness as she grew slowly colder. Several times she noticed men look openly at her chest. At one point she folded her arms but a look at Paul's face told her not to, for some reason he wanted people to see her. Eventually Paul took her into a noisy pub. Every fibre of her being told her to stay outside, to run to her safe quiet home, but Celia knew she couldn't and had to follow this young man and do whatever he wanted her to. As Paul walked confidently through the crowded pub, people parted to let him past. All of the men watched her follow, one even goosed her bare behind! Most of them openly leered at her chest not even looking at her face. At the bar Paul got her a drink and stayed there happy to let his mates look at his new bitch. Half way through his pint Paul reached over and gave one of her tits a quick squeeze, a ripple of a cheer went up from his mates which seemed to egg him on to do more for their amusement. Next he pulled her to him and hugged her only to lift her skirt to show everyone her bare backside. This raised another chorus of cheers. Spinning her around so that her back was to his chest he squeezed and fondled her tits holding her fast against him he finished his pint in one go and told those watching that they had to go. Just as Celia thought her humiliation was over he asked everyone if they'd like a flash. He wouldn't she thought, he wouldn't show these dirty men her bush he wouldn't. What he'd done until then had just been a bit of fun. He wouldn't show them would he? Paul felt her stiffen in his arms and a sixth sense stopped him from lifting her skirt. Instead he winked and told them they'd have to wait. Eventually Paul went across to a corner booth away from the main bar. At first Celia was glad to be alone with Paul but they were soon joined by a succession of his mates who as soon as they were seated next to her didn't hesitate to give her clearly visible tits a good feel and slide a hand between her legs. Most just gave her pussy a quick feel but a couple fingered her for longer. Despite the fact that she was being used by these men Celia couldn't stop herself from becoming aroused by their attentions. Before long she had reclined on the couch resting her arms along the back rest her head resting back, her eyes closed and her legs open wide enough for the men to easily get at her cunt. When she was seen to be actively inviting them they started to take their time. Before long her breathing rate increased and eventually one of the men managed to make her come. As a small scream escaped her mouth a cheer went up. Opening her eyes in surprise she realised there were over twenty men crowded around their table watching her being mauled. Instinctively she closed her legs and covered her chest but it was too late every one there had seen every thing she had! Paul told everyone they were off and said he'd see them. As she followed him out into the night Celia felt a warm glow inside. Here she was with a man who had walked into a crowded pub and been treated like a lord by everyone there. She thought of her husband, a man who rarely even went into a pub, a man who never made her do the things she had done this evening. Steve had never made her feel so alive as she did at that moment. Until this evening she realised she had been only half awake. As they walked Celia took pleasure from the looks the men gave her. She held Paul's arm and smiled up at his face. Paul hardly gave her a thought as they hurried back to his flat he wanted to fuck her as soon as they got there but on an impulse he decided not to wait. He noticed a picnic table at the edge of a kids play area and steered her towards it. When they were stood by it Paul lifted her onto the table stood between her legs and with no ceremony fucked her. As he pumped into her soaking pussy she rested back on her arms happy to let him do as he pleased. The way her tits bounced from side to side as he rammed into her made him come faster than even he wanted to. Since spotting the table 'till doing up his fly only two minutes had elapsed. Paul sent her away exactly as she was. Her underwear stayed at his flat. For the next few days Celia lived in a dream world where Paul loved her and she loved him. At work she noticed or convinced herself that she did, that Paul was being polite and courteous. Twice he complimented her on her figure and appearance. The memory of their 'love making' was always on her mind. At lunch time three days later Paul told her to follow him in to one of the store rooms. Once there he pulled out his dick and demanded a blow job. This time Celia was more than willing to comply. After seductively kissing and licking his rock hard erection she pumped her head as he had made her do the first time. She was able to anticipate his ejaculation and didn't gag this time, she even kept a little of his sperm to savour it's taste. Satisfied from her blowjob Paul left with a casual tar. On the Friday Paul told Celia to again come to his flat, as he was walking away he said she knew how to dress. As usual he didn't wait for a reply. At seven she knocked on his door to be let in after only a few seconds wait. He saw that she had dressed as he had expected, thin see-through blouse and a short loose skirt. It had taken Celia twenty minutes to walk over. She had secretly enjoyed the looks people gave her as she walked with her shoulders back, making her tits move as much as she could. As she stepped into his flat she was already well turned on. She had imagined Paul would hug her, when he didn't and didn't even allow her to hug him it hurt a little. He nodded at the couch and as she sat he handed her a half pint glass, half full of what turned out to be Bacardi. Paul sat next to her and watched her drink. The more he watched her the more nervous she became and the quicker she drank. In fifteen minutes the glass was empty; Paul gave her another. As she took her first sip from the second glass, the door of his flat opened and two men entered. Paul introduced them as Ben and Martin. Ben had a case with him from which he took a small video camera. He said he'd brought it that day and was still playing with it. He proceeded to film them all as he sat opposite Paul and Celia. Martin also sat next to Celia on the couch. At first Celia was very conscious of the camera, dressed how she was, but Paul loved it. Paul had arranged for Ben and Martin to come over with the camera, he intended to film Celia behaving like a complete whore, obeying every command he and Martin gave her! When Ben had been filming them from different angles for a few minutes the first glass of Bacardi cut in and Celia forgot about him as Paul started to touch her up. She even forgot Martin was beside her, didn't even notice when his hands joined Paul's. As they stripped her naked Celia eagerly sucked on first Paul's and then Martin's dicks. Martin was first to enter her. He did so from behind as she went down on Paul. All the time Ben hovered around filming, sometimes even in close up, everything that was happening. If Celia noticed anything she didn't show it, all she knew was that Paul was being nice to her and she was having an almost continual orgasm. When Martin pulled out they turned her around. Paul fucked her cunt briefly before beckoning Ben closer. Once the camera was close Paul made a big show of fucking her with his fingers before transferring some of her juices to her arse. As he worked first a finger and then a thumb into her arse he fucked her briefly before slowly pushing his cock up her rectum. Celia had never let Steve do this to her, she had always considered it perverted but as Paul pushed harder and harder against her arse she couldn't stop herself from relaxing and letting him do what he wanted. As soon as Paul got the head of his dick inside Celia the rest smothery followed it. Paul proceeded to fuck her arse in a way that allowed Ben to film it perfectly. Celia even reached her hands back to open herself wider for him. Her moans and groans added a nice touch as did her saying how much she was enjoying his cock up her arse. She even said he should do it harder and faster! For the next hour they took turns fucking her in every way they could think of sometimes both together; a sandwich with her in the middle. At the finish they both performed the 'cum shot'. Paul sprayed her face with his sperm after he had been fucking her mouth. Martin had been up her arse at the time and managed to shoot a stream of sperm up her back. Ben caught both perfectly. As soon as they had come, Ben put the camera aside dropped his trousers and quickly took Martins place. It didn't take him long to cum into the sleeping arse of a very contented Celia. They quickly wound the film back to watch it, every now and then whooping at some antic they had performed. Near the end Celia surfaced and slowly focused on the television. At first she thought it was just a porn video, it took her several minutes to realise it was her being fucked by the men. Still naked she managed to get to the loo where she was violently sick. When she emerged Paul was sitting alone on the couch in just his shorts. Celia slowly put on her blouse and skirt with tears rolling down her cheeks, to upset to speak. The thought of walking home in her state was starting to worry her. Just then she heard a car sound it's horn. Paul told her it was a cab, he'd already paid; he actually thanked her for a great time. She left without saying anything, feeling totally shattered. As she stepped out into the night she realised once more how little she was wearing. An icy blast of wind lifted her skirt momentarily exposing her pussy to the leering cabby; who laughed as he leaned out to open the rear door. As she staggered to the cab visions of herself on the television made her feel sick; she knew if she was the cabby would drive off without her. To be continued as Celia's adventures Part2. This will be posted into the Incest section shortly.