The Complete Stories of Ted and Celeste
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One night, this woman I used to hook up with on occasion told me this story, one of her favorite sexual experiences. I filled in some details, but the gist is exactly how she told me.
When she was almost 18, Celeste was a high school senior, and was hanging out with her friends, including a few that were a year older and were already in college. Celeste was a thin girl with light-brown hair. She had a nice figure and was popular and outgoing. More than a few guys had explicit crushes on her as she looked like the girl next door, but also gave off kind of a sexual aura. Celeste and her friends were chatting about the usual things, makeup, boys, etc… when one of the high school girls asked for some college tips they wouldn’t find anywhere else. Amber, a college freshman, told them, “No one will tell you this, but I will. Make sure you have a small supply of sex toys. The reason is because it will relieve so much stress. If you’re studying too hard, take a masturbation break, and you’ll feel a lot better.” She also said that making time for your own pleasure made you less likely to hook up with creepy guys. Amber said that a Hitachi Wand (for when they know they’ll have some privacy for at least an hour), a Pocket Rocket (to carry in their purses), and a dildo of some kind (Amber preferred glass, for when she needed to come but her roommate was resting and didn’t want to wake her with a buzzing vibrator) were all essential.
It all made perfect sense to Celeste, who found that her alone time helped her with the stress from school, her after-school job, and preparing for college. Plus, she found her own fingers to be more satisfying than the few boys from school she hooked up with. So Celeste saved up about $150 in what she called her “sex toy fund.” On her eighteenth birthday, she drove to the only sex shop in town after school one evening to pick out her toys.
When she entered the place, it wasn’t like what she expected at all. In fact, it turned her on quite a bit. The place was brightly lit, clean and organized. It was like a Walgreen’s, except with porn on most shelves. Even more exciting to her was a flat-screen TV that showed a blonde woman being fucked from behind, showing more pleasure than she’s ever felt from her limited exposure to sex.
But Celeste picked out a Hitachi, a glass dildo, and a Pocket Rocket from the sex toy shelf, and brought it up to the front counter. Frank was the name of the cashier. He was non-descript, just a guy in his 40s who worked as a cashier at a sex shop. He was nice but unmemorable, and worked there seven days a week, and has for many years. After ringing up Celeste, he asked her for ID, at first worried that it was a sting with a cop sending in his 16 year old niece and then have him busted. When he saw that it was actually a barely-legal girl, he started to get hard. Frank told Celeste that as a birthday present, she could also have a vibrator. It wasn’t a big expenditure, maybe costing the store about $10, but she was happy to accept.
Celeste had a birthday dinner with her friends later that evening, but it was clear that neither Celeste nor Frank could wait to get home to masturbate, though it would be several hours for both of them.
After Celeste got home, she saw that she had the place to herself (a birthday dinner from the folks was promised for the weekend). She made herself a playlist of the sexiest music she knows and used the Hitachi to give her the best orgasm she’s ever had in her young life. Then another. And another. And one more. She lost count of how many orgasms she had, but went to bed completely satisfied.
When it was the next day, Celeste felt she was finally awaken and something inside of her was unlocked. She was horny all the time now. It’s a good thing she bought the Pocket Rocket and kept it in her purse. She frequently found herself asking to be excused from class to give herself a quick orgasm in the school restroom, or take it out whenever she had some privacy in the restroom. Soon she was even using it when she wore a skirt and was driving.
After about a week or so, Celeste felt a gravitational pull back to the sex shop. She found plenty of porn on the Internet, but she liked the feel of the place, clean but kind of sleazy, too. When she went in a second time, there were a few men wandering around, obviously trying to check her out, but not saying anything to her. She found the attention sexy and thought about the men jacking off or fucking their wives thinking about her. When they left, though, she went to the counter and said she wanted to open a video rental account and needed some recommendations. Frank was reluctant, but she coaxed him into recommending a video with a cheerleader and one with first time porn stars, girls that were Celeste’s age.
Celeste came in about once a week, and she developed some kind of friendship with Frank. There wasn’t any flirting or anything, and for discussions about their favorite porn movies and stars (he told her about Dillion Harper, Joanna Angel, and a few others who became her favorites), it was remarkably nonsexual. Frank wanted to make a move, but was too socially awkward and enjoyed their weekly chats too much to do anything that might upset that. Plus, he thought she was out of his league. Talking about fuck films and actual fucking were two different things, he rationalized. He masturbated like crazy thinking about her just about every night, though.
In talking with him, Celeste learned that Frank counts inventory every Sunday night, just after they close at midnight. The last Sunday of the summer before she was to go off to college, Celeste came into the shop about 10 minutes before closing. Frank at first was disappointed when he heard the bell ring, indicating a customer just a few minutes before closing, but felt better when he saw it was Celeste. She was wearing a white shirt that showed off her curves, a black skirt, and heels. He assumed she wanted to pick up a video or something, but she said that she wanted to talk to him after he finished his inventory and that she would wait for him.
Frank rushed through his inventory as fast as he could, but had no idea what she wanted. It was so confusing to him but she sounded serious. Finally, he put the last of the sales figures and inventory numbers into the computer. She had spent about 45 minutes walking around the store looking at videos and toys and stuff, to kill time for when Frank was finished.
When he told her he was finished, she came over to the register and reached into the cookie jar full of condoms that sat off to the side of the counter. She took one out and tossed it to him and said, “You’re going to need this tonight.” He couldn’t believe what she just told him and said, “Huh?”
She told him, “Take it out before I change my mind.” Still not believing his fortune, he started to unbutton his pants and slide them down when she said he was too slow. When she finally got his pants down to his ankles, she was impressed with how large his cock was, definitely bigger than she was expecting. It was about 7”, which is bigger than the few classmates she’s sucked off. When she entered the store, she only planned on giving him a blowjob, but as the night wore on, she got hornier and hornier and decided at the last minute she was going to fuck Frank in the store. When she saw his hard cock, she knew she made the right choice and wanted that inside of her.
After sucking on him for only a few minutes, he began to erupt in her mouth and she swallowed everything. He started to say he’s sorry but she said, “This is what I wanted, to taste you. Now that you’ve come, though, I hope you can get hard enough to fuck me good.” She took him back in her mouth to get him hard. It took only a few moments then Celeste looked Frank in the eyes and said, “I’ve been dying to show you what I’ve learned from all of these videos you’ve been renting me.”
She got into his chair at the computer and spread her pussy lips apart for him. After guiding his erect member into her pussy, she began moaning and saying that’s the most full she’s ever felt. He fucked her harder than anyone he’s ever fucked (and it had been several years since he’s had sex and never with anyone as young or as hot as Celeste).
After shooting his second load, this one inside of the condom that was on the dick inside of Celeste’s pussy, he said he needed to catch his breath. He had two orgasms and Celeste had about six, if her counts were accurate.
Finally, he asked her what prompted this and she said, “You were so nice to me on my birthday, that I wanted to give you something nice on yours. I just had no idea when that was (she was off by a good six months), so I figured now was a good time. I thought long and hard about what you would want for your birthday and I figured all men your age want the same thing: some barely legal, teenage cunt.” “I’m not wrong, am I?” she asked in her sexiest voice.
Then she laughed and said, “Seriously, I knew after about my third time in the store that we were destined to fuck. I was waiting for you to make a move, but you weren’t going to. I thought I gave you plenty of opportunities since all we did was talk about movies of people fucking. I knew I had to make the first move.” Then she asked if he was ready for another round.
He started to get hard and she got him another condom and said, “I want it doggy-style this time.” She bent over the counter and he fucked her from behind. She had another two orgasms, two of the strongest she’s had that evening. When he finally came, he was spent.
When they were done and Celeste knew she had to go home, she couldn’t bring herself to tell Frank she was going to college out of town and didn’t know when she would be back, if ever. She gave him a kiss on the cheek and said, “Thanks for the fuck, Frank. I really needed that.”
She put on her clothes quickly and saw her panties on the ground, the only article of clothing she hadn’t put back on and picked them up. She took a quick sniff of them and gave them to Frank and said, “You should have these. To remember the occasion.”
When she was almost 18, Celeste was a high school senior, and was hanging out with her friends, including a few that were a year older and were already in college. Celeste was a thin girl with light-brown hair. She had a nice figure and was popular and outgoing. More than a few guys had explicit crushes on her as she looked like the girl next door, but also gave off kind of a sexual aura. Celeste and her friends were chatting about the usual things, makeup, boys, etc… when one of the high school girls asked for some college tips they wouldn’t find anywhere else. Amber, a college freshman, told them, “No one will tell you this, but I will. Make sure you have a small supply of sex toys. The reason is because it will relieve so much stress. If you’re studying too hard, take a masturbation break, and you’ll feel a lot better.” She also said that making time for your own pleasure made you less likely to hook up with creepy guys. Amber said that a Hitachi Wand (for when they know they’ll have some privacy for at least an hour), a Pocket Rocket (to carry in their purses), and a dildo of some kind (Amber preferred glass, for when she needed to come but her roommate was resting and didn’t want to wake her with a buzzing vibrator) were all essential.
It all made perfect sense to Celeste, who found that her alone time helped her with the stress from school, her after-school job, and preparing for college. Plus, she found her own fingers to be more satisfying than the few boys from school she hooked up with. So Celeste saved up about $150 in what she called her “sex toy fund.” On her eighteenth birthday, she drove to the only sex shop in town after school one evening to pick out her toys.
When she entered the place, it wasn’t like what she expected at all. In fact, it turned her on quite a bit. The place was brightly lit, clean and organized. It was like a Walgreen’s, except with porn on most shelves. Even more exciting to her was a flat-screen TV that showed a blonde woman being fucked from behind, showing more pleasure than she’s ever felt from her limited exposure to sex.
But Celeste picked out a Hitachi, a glass dildo, and a Pocket Rocket from the sex toy shelf, and brought it up to the front counter. Frank was the name of the cashier. He was non-descript, just a guy in his 40s who worked as a cashier at a sex shop. He was nice but unmemorable, and worked there seven days a week, and has for many years. After ringing up Celeste, he asked her for ID, at first worried that it was a sting with a cop sending in his 16 year old niece and then have him busted. When he saw that it was actually a barely-legal girl, he started to get hard. Frank told Celeste that as a birthday present, she could also have a vibrator. It wasn’t a big expenditure, maybe costing the store about $10, but she was happy to accept.
Celeste had a birthday dinner with her friends later that evening, but it was clear that neither Celeste nor Frank could wait to get home to masturbate, though it would be several hours for both of them.
After Celeste got home, she saw that she had the place to herself (a birthday dinner from the folks was promised for the weekend). She made herself a playlist of the sexiest music she knows and used the Hitachi to give her the best orgasm she’s ever had in her young life. Then another. And another. And one more. She lost count of how many orgasms she had, but went to bed completely satisfied.
When it was the next day, Celeste felt she was finally awaken and something inside of her was unlocked. She was horny all the time now. It’s a good thing she bought the Pocket Rocket and kept it in her purse. She frequently found herself asking to be excused from class to give herself a quick orgasm in the school restroom, or take it out whenever she had some privacy in the restroom. Soon she was even using it when she wore a skirt and was driving.
After about a week or so, Celeste felt a gravitational pull back to the sex shop. She found plenty of porn on the Internet, but she liked the feel of the place, clean but kind of sleazy, too. When she went in a second time, there were a few men wandering around, obviously trying to check her out, but not saying anything to her. She found the attention sexy and thought about the men jacking off or fucking their wives thinking about her. When they left, though, she went to the counter and said she wanted to open a video rental account and needed some recommendations. Frank was reluctant, but she coaxed him into recommending a video with a cheerleader and one with first time porn stars, girls that were Celeste’s age.
Celeste came in about once a week, and she developed some kind of friendship with Frank. There wasn’t any flirting or anything, and for discussions about their favorite porn movies and stars (he told her about Dillion Harper, Joanna Angel, and a few others who became her favorites), it was remarkably nonsexual. Frank wanted to make a move, but was too socially awkward and enjoyed their weekly chats too much to do anything that might upset that. Plus, he thought she was out of his league. Talking about fuck films and actual fucking were two different things, he rationalized. He masturbated like crazy thinking about her just about every night, though.
In talking with him, Celeste learned that Frank counts inventory every Sunday night, just after they close at midnight. The last Sunday of the summer before she was to go off to college, Celeste came into the shop about 10 minutes before closing. Frank at first was disappointed when he heard the bell ring, indicating a customer just a few minutes before closing, but felt better when he saw it was Celeste. She was wearing a white shirt that showed off her curves, a black skirt, and heels. He assumed she wanted to pick up a video or something, but she said that she wanted to talk to him after he finished his inventory and that she would wait for him.
Frank rushed through his inventory as fast as he could, but had no idea what she wanted. It was so confusing to him but she sounded serious. Finally, he put the last of the sales figures and inventory numbers into the computer. She had spent about 45 minutes walking around the store looking at videos and toys and stuff, to kill time for when Frank was finished.
When he told her he was finished, she came over to the register and reached into the cookie jar full of condoms that sat off to the side of the counter. She took one out and tossed it to him and said, “You’re going to need this tonight.” He couldn’t believe what she just told him and said, “Huh?”
She told him, “Take it out before I change my mind.” Still not believing his fortune, he started to unbutton his pants and slide them down when she said he was too slow. When she finally got his pants down to his ankles, she was impressed with how large his cock was, definitely bigger than she was expecting. It was about 7”, which is bigger than the few classmates she’s sucked off. When she entered the store, she only planned on giving him a blowjob, but as the night wore on, she got hornier and hornier and decided at the last minute she was going to fuck Frank in the store. When she saw his hard cock, she knew she made the right choice and wanted that inside of her.
After sucking on him for only a few minutes, he began to erupt in her mouth and she swallowed everything. He started to say he’s sorry but she said, “This is what I wanted, to taste you. Now that you’ve come, though, I hope you can get hard enough to fuck me good.” She took him back in her mouth to get him hard. It took only a few moments then Celeste looked Frank in the eyes and said, “I’ve been dying to show you what I’ve learned from all of these videos you’ve been renting me.”
She got into his chair at the computer and spread her pussy lips apart for him. After guiding his erect member into her pussy, she began moaning and saying that’s the most full she’s ever felt. He fucked her harder than anyone he’s ever fucked (and it had been several years since he’s had sex and never with anyone as young or as hot as Celeste).
After shooting his second load, this one inside of the condom that was on the dick inside of Celeste’s pussy, he said he needed to catch his breath. He had two orgasms and Celeste had about six, if her counts were accurate.
Finally, he asked her what prompted this and she said, “You were so nice to me on my birthday, that I wanted to give you something nice on yours. I just had no idea when that was (she was off by a good six months), so I figured now was a good time. I thought long and hard about what you would want for your birthday and I figured all men your age want the same thing: some barely legal, teenage cunt.” “I’m not wrong, am I?” she asked in her sexiest voice.
Then she laughed and said, “Seriously, I knew after about my third time in the store that we were destined to fuck. I was waiting for you to make a move, but you weren’t going to. I thought I gave you plenty of opportunities since all we did was talk about movies of people fucking. I knew I had to make the first move.” Then she asked if he was ready for another round.
He started to get hard and she got him another condom and said, “I want it doggy-style this time.” She bent over the counter and he fucked her from behind. She had another two orgasms, two of the strongest she’s had that evening. When he finally came, he was spent.
When they were done and Celeste knew she had to go home, she couldn’t bring herself to tell Frank she was going to college out of town and didn’t know when she would be back, if ever. She gave him a kiss on the cheek and said, “Thanks for the fuck, Frank. I really needed that.”
She put on her clothes quickly and saw her panties on the ground, the only article of clothing she hadn’t put back on and picked them up. She took a quick sniff of them and gave them to Frank and said, “You should have these. To remember the occasion.”
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