Celeste was a woman's name, but it had been a man who had done the most damage to Ginny Monet. There wasn't much doubt about that. And to find the man, Wiley knew he would have to find Celeste.
From an underground newspaper, he got a list of gay bars. They broke-down into male, female, and mixed. He broke the females into regions, and spent the rest of the afternoon sipping drinks and being stared at by bulls and winked at by femmes who wanted to see his ass kicked by their bulls. Most of them looked like they could do it.
And then he hit LaBelle's.
She was wearing sky-blue hot pants that crawled up into the crack of her cunt and a thin halter that barely contained the biggest pair of tits Wiley'd ever seen. She looked at him as if he had just crawled out from under the john and wiggled over to his place at the bar.
"Hi, shit. Whatta you want in here?"
"You LaBelle?"
"LaBelle is good pussy and you ain't gettin' any of it. Get out. This is a ladies bar."
Wiley laid a twenty on the bar. "Bourbon, water, keep the change."
She fixed the drink, brought it back, and tucked the bill into her halter. "Drink fast."
"Ask you a couple of questions?"
She paused. "Depends."
"Looking for a girl. Her name is Celeste."
"Celeste what?"
"I don't know."
"I don't know any Celeste. Goodbye."
Wiley moved toward the door, shaking his head. He paused outside and lit a cigarette, deciding where to go next.
Suddenly, he felt a tug at his arm. He turned to see a pretty little thing with pert breasts, a tiny waist and a tired face.
"I know a Celeste."
"Is she gay?"
"All the way. She's an artist."
"Where?"
"You got two more of those?"
"Those what?"
"Twenties. I'm a working girl. I dig chicks for kicks, but I fuck boys for toys."
"You're cute." He tore two bills in half and handed her two of the halves. "Show me Celeste for the rest."
She pressed a piece of paper into his hand. "Show up around eleven tomorrow. Tell her you want a portrait painted."
Before he could ask her more, she was gone. Wiley checked his watch. It was after eleven and he was beat. He grabbed a cab and headed back to his new apartment.
He was just putting his key in the door when he heard a noise behind him.
It was Trina, still in shorts and braless halter. He seemed to be running into that style a lot. She was carrying a tray.
"I thought you might like a midnight snack."
He smiled. "What's on the tray?… you?"
"The tray now, me later," she said, moving into the room behind him and placing the tray on the dresser.
Wiley chuckled. Trina was a welcome relief to the type of women he'd been meeting all afternoon. He remembered how he had found her in his bed earlier, and how good it had been. He was beat, but still…
"Listen, you're taking a hell of a chance. What if your old man or your mother catch you?"
"Pop hasn't any backbone anyway. He's like a jelly fish. You don't have to worry about him. As for Mom… " Trina shrugged her shoulders"… I'll fix her up with someone else."
Wiley edged his words with anger. "That's no way to talk about…"
"Oh, skip it. And don't preach to me. You don't know how it is with me. Don't worry, I won't bur. den you with my problems. But don't be a bleeding heart. I can't stand that."
Wiley looked at her. She was still a little girl, but he knew how much woman she could turn into. "Thanks for the sandwich."
"Just want you to keep your strength up. Leave your door unlocked."
"Like hell I will."
"You'd better," Trina said grimly. "Or I'll make a scene. I've got a healthy pair of lungs."
Wiley looked at her built form, at the freckles dotting across her nose. She looked like a kid fresh out of a country farm, but she was actually a hellcat who knew all the tricks and then some.
"I'm beat, baby," he said.
"I'll wake you up."
"You probably will." He shrugged his shoulders. "If I don't perform, then don't blame me. You've been warned."
She slid through the door and gently closed it behind her.
Laura Fine listened at Wiley's door. When she heard Trina getting ready to leave, she darted down the stairs and into her own apartment.
Two minutes later Trina walked in. She took one look at her mother's face, and knew.
Laura shook her head and looked grimly at her daughter. "You little bum." She kept her voice down. Her husband was in bed and she didn't want to wake him. Not that he would be awakened anyway, even by an earthquake, with all the alcohol floating through him.
"You heard?"
"Damn right. You'll end up a whore; you will."
"That's my business," Trina exploded.
"Well, you ain't leavin' your room tonight, I guarantee that. Now go to bed and stay there!"
A subdued Trina walked into her bedroom and locked the door. Shit. That was that, she thought. But there would be other nights.
Laura Fine passed her snoring, limp dicked husband on the bed and went into the bath. As she started to step into the shower, she caught a glimpse of her nude body in the mirror. For some reason it shocked her to realize how well her firm, smooth-skinned figure compared to her daughter's.
She wondered if Trina had already laid him. Probably, she thought, but he'll find out that this old lady can give him one hell of a ride, too.
Her eyes returned to the mirror.
There was not a trace of the fact that she had borne a child. There were no stretch marks or any extra flesh on her body. Her breasts were still firm and large, her stomach flat, and her ass fleshy but solid.
Laura was not very tall, only five foot three, but she was perfectly proportioned for her height. She looked much younger than her years. Her hair was still worn in an easy, loose shoulder length style that was more indicative of younger women. The natural dark color was still lovely.
She ran her hands over her body. She cupped her tits from underneath and pushed them up. There was not far they could go, they were so firm. She was pleased with the way she looked. She thought that it wouldn't be too terrible to have a man's young body next to hers.
She quickly dismissed the thought. Her cheeks were burning with shame as she felt the water pour over her. She soaped up her cunt and washed away all the juices that she had gushed out from fantasizing about Wiley's stiff, hard young cock. She sighed from the touch of her own hand as she washed. The thoughts of Wiley again tried to intrude.
For the third time that day, her fingers found her clitoris and started to manipulate the hard, hot little button.
No, she thought this is ridiculous, silly. I'm a grown, mature woman. Sex and its cravings are normal. It's also normal to satisfy those cravings.
She decided, defiantly, that she would satisfy them, that very evening.
Wiley took a shower and turned off the lights. He started for the bed and then remembered. "Well, what the hell," he said to himself, and crossed to the door.
He unlocked it, cursing Trina but feeling a little tug in his groin at the same time.
He had asked for it. He should have kicked her out when she had first greeted him from his bed. Now he had to play along. He didn't want any trouble with her folks.
He unwrapped the towel, tossed it over the back of a chair and got into bed. Some moonlight seeped through the window. The shower had refreshed him. His body didn't feel so tired anymore. But he knew he needed a good night's sleep. He put a sheet over his body and then after a few minutes kicked it down to the foot of the bed with his heels. It was too hot for any kind of covering.
He was sweating. He closed his eyes and was ready to drop off, when the door opened. He kept his eyes closed. Maybe she would go away if she thought he was asleep.
He felt her body on the bed and then soft flesh was against him. A hand passed over his chest. He kept his breathing even. The hand made circles on his chest and the fingers stroked his flat nipples.
He was getting excited. He couldn't help it.
The hand traveled down to his belly, then under it and took hold of his swelling dick. The fingers stroked him until he was throbbing. He grew under the ministrations.
He felt lips on his belly and then a mouth went down to his thighs. She spread his thighs and started laying up the skin of his inner thighs. One hand grasped his balls, handling him roughly. He started to groan.
He felt the soft pillows of tits slide back and forth over his. It was warm and exciting. Already he could feel the cum boiling in the balls she held in her hand.
Then a warm mouth closed over the head of his dick. Down, down came the head. He lunged up, sliding his meat into her throat, far into her throat.
She gagged.
Wiley stopped pouring cock into her head and thought, 'that's funny, this afternoon she took the whole thing into her throat without gagging at all.
Then the head was bobbing furiously and the hand was squeezing his balls harder. Her tongue was doing fantastic things to the sperm tube on the underside of his prick.
Wiley loved every stroke of his meat going into the hot, wet cavern of her mouth. He could come on almost any given lunge of his hips or bob of her head. But he was reluctant to give up the joy of fucking her hot, willing mouth. He didn't want to come and end the bliss. But the wild tricks she was performing on his prick with her tongue and lips became more, much more, than he could stand.
"Oh, baby, oh, shit, shit, you're gonna get my load!"
There was a mumbled groan around his prick and she sucked even harder.
Well, he thought, if that's the way she wants it, that's the way I'll give it to her!
Constant moans of delight filled the room from both of them as he ground his meat into her head and his cockhead against the roof of her mouth.
"Oh, shit!" he cried. "SUCK IT! Suck it out! Suck it off! I'm commming… there!"
He sensed his load hit the back of her throat like a thunderbolt. Her mouth went crazy. She sucked and milked his meat like a vacuum cleaner and squeezed his balls for more when the globs stopped coming.
But she didn't stop.
Her teeth continued to nibble the head and shaft of his cock. His body was fully awake now. Electric tingles roared through every fiber of his being. He was mentally awake, too, and each lash of the tongue pained and pleasured him.
He tossed his head from side to side on the pillow. He shivered as the wetness covered every inch of his dick. The mouth slid up and down.
"I'm ready," he croaked. "I'm ready again!"
The mouth didn't go away. It stayed there where it was, greedy and lustful. The teeth dug gently and the tongue lashed wildly.
His hands gripped the sheet and his body grew taut all over again.
Wiley bit his lower lip and his body spurted away, draining his balls for the second time in less, than ten minutes.
"Oh, God, baby. What a fucking blow-job. I'd like to fuck you, but I don't think I've got one left in me." He sank back, his eyes so heavy he couldn't have opened them even if he had tried.
He felt kisses on his belly and his chest and then the body was off the bed and the door was opening and closing.
She was gone.
He didn't wonder why or how or anything. He was pleasantly tired. He fell asleep.
Trina shook him awake the following morning. "Wake up, sleepyhead. Mom and I are fixing breakfast. You're invited."
He sat up and stretched. "Thanks. I'm hungry as hell."
"I'm sorry I couldn't make it last night," she said. "Morn heard us talking. I had to stay put."
"What?" He was still half asleep. He shook his head to clear away the cobwebs. "You… you didn't make it last night?"
"Well, you should know," she laughed. "I'll bet you're not sorry, either."
Wiley got out of bed. He saw Trina staring at his naked body He had his usual morning hard-on.
"Beat it. I'll go down as soon as I pee. See you downstairs."
Fifteen minutes later, he found mother and daughter already seated at the Fine's dining room table. The father wasn't there, but Wiley could hear loud snoring from another part of the apartment.
As he sat, he scrutinized Laura Fine's face. She ran the tip of her tongue around her lower lip and winked at him. He grinned, salt and peppered his eggs, and dug in. So it had been the mother who had visited him the previous night. Well, he hadn't been disappointed.
After food, he felt better able to meet the day. Able to meet Celeste. He grabbed a cab and gave the driver the address that the girl at La Belle's had given him.
The elevator took him up to the ninth floor, where he hunted for Celeste's studio. Near the end of the corridor, he found it, her name in gold on the slot near the door. CELESTE HARPER.
The door was open, so he went in.
The front room was spacious, warm, with an elaborate fake fireplace. He walked into another room and pulled up, short.
This room was bare, except for a long table laden with tubes of paint, a bottle of benzine, brushes. A woman stood in front of an easel, brush in hand.
The young girl from LaBelle's posed on a small dais in the middle of the room.
She looked different, very different, than when Wiley had seen her the, previous afternoon. She was stark naked.
Her arms were raised and her conical breasts and furry crotch were thrust forward as if she were about to receive a man. Her breasts were full with long nipples. Her belly was flat, her thighs lush, the legs supple with finely curved calves. She stayed the way she was, as though Wiley were just another piece of the furniture.
Celeste Harper looked at him with raised eyebrows. "Yes?"
Wiley mumbled something about having a portrait painted and waiting in the other room. He backed out, feeling like an idiot.
He smoked and waited for about half an hour. At last she came out, tall and coldly beautiful, with raven black hair loose and swinging around her shoulders.
"I don't like to be disturbed while I'm working. What do you want?"
"I'm thinking about having a portrait done… of a girl."
"I charge five hundred dollars here in the studio."
"This girl can't come to the studio. It would have to be done from a photo." Wiley opened the envelope he carried and withdrew an 8x10 glossy. He held the picture side toward himself.
"In that case, it would be more… perhaps a lot more. It's hard to capture someone from a photo."
"It's a very good photo."
"Is that it?" She held out her hand.
Instead of giving it to her, Wiley flipped it around and pushed it in front of her face.
Bingo.
If Celeste Harper would have had weak bowels, Wiley was sure she would have shit right there in her mannish slacks. Her face went stark white. Her hands trembled as she brought them up to her tits and she took two steps away from him. "Who… who are you?"
"You're not painting me."
"How do you know this girl?"
"Why? Do you know her?"
"No! No, I… I've never seen her before. I'm sorry, I… I can't help you. Now, if you don't mind, I've got to get back to work. Good day."
She hustled back into the studio room before Wiley could say or do anything to stop her. The door locked behind her. He debated breaking it down and then thought better of it.
He'd found Celeste. Now he would take his time and find the man through her.
The elevator door was just opening when the little girl ran down the hall and slipped her arm through his. "Boy, did you get to her!"
"Why?"
"Because she kicked me out without gettin' any!"
"Huh?"
"Use your head. I'm a working girl. I make a buck any way I can. Celeste has me model for an hour or so a week, and then pays me fifty bucks. But it ain't for the modeling."
"What's it for?"
"She's gay. She digs my pussy."
"Oh, shit."
"After you left she practically dived for phone. I got the name and number."
Maybe this was it, Wiley thought. "Give."
"No. You give. What's it worth?"
"Fifty."
"Boy, you want it bad. But I can't take money under false pretenses."
"So, give it to me."
"You're a hell of a good-looking guy. I'll tell you what. I'll give it to you in my apartment. Right after you give me fifty bucks for my pussy."
Her name was Edie, and Wiley found out fast that she was not only a part-time hooker. She was also a part-time nymphomaniac.
They were in the bedroom of her apartment, naked. Edie was oohing and ahhing and working his swollen dick like it was the first one she'd ever seen.
"Jesus. Damn. My fucking instincts are never wrong. God, what a cock! Beautiful, beautiful big dick!"
Her wide eyes on his cock made it harder. She stood directly in front of him, and he could almost smell her need. She could see his. Putting his arms around her, his hands moved lower, cupping her fleshy buttocks.
He pulled her to him. His hands began to move slowly around and around on the cheeks of her ass. The motion caused her full, flaring hips to rotate against his body.
He looked down between their bodies, between the heaving swell of her breasts. His cock was mashed against her belly, pointing straight up, the head pressing against her navel.
His mouth found her waiting lips. They kissed slowly, passionately. His tongue wormed its heated way past gleaming teeth into her mouth. He found a tongue as eager as his when they met and licked at each other furiously. The kiss lasted a long time. When it ended, they were panting heavily.
"God, let's fuck," she crooned. "I wanna see what that big son-of-a-bitch feels like inside me!"
Wiley kissed the tip of her right tit. It swelled to an even greater size. Slowly he moved his lips around the bobbing nipple, then brought his tongue into play.
Edie squealed in delight and her hands became a blur on his cock.
He pulled her backward with him onto the bed. He rolled her over beneath him and slid one hand down between their bodies until he felt the swell of her belly and then the smoothness of her ass. His probing fingers continued on. When he could feel the softness of her dark, softly curling pubic bush, he paused.
Gently, he caressed, and his fingers combed through her pubic hair until he found the peak of her wet slit.
"Oh, Jesus… oh, sweet Jesus, you're turning me on," she moaned.
"You got a lot of nice body to turn on, honey," he said. "Just relax and enjoy it."
She was beginning to writhe and hump her cunt against his exploring fingers. Her frantic hands surrounded his rigid cock. She pumped the throbbing shaft furiously, expertly.
"Now, honey… do it to me now!" she begged, her voice barely audible in his ear. "Put it in me… fuck me with it!"
Her aroused body twisted and writhed in need beneath him. Moving a little to the side, he allowed her to lie flat while he moved between her legs.
Her thighs parted eagerly. His cock, already wet with his own desire, slid from the mound of her belly. His seeping cockhead slithered down and came to rest lightly in the gap between her parted cunt lips.
"Oh, God, now" she gasped. "Give it to me! Just hump and ram your prick into me!"
She was arching toward him, shoving the mouth of her cunt toward his cock. He settled himself deeper between her thighs, and his chest slid over the hard tips of her thrusting tits.
"Ohhh, that feels good," she cried, as the huge tip of his cock tickled the tender lips of her soaking cunt.
"Put it in," Wiley commanded.
She guided his cock into her cunt in one smooth, long stroke.
He paused, grinding his pelvic bone against her hardened and exposed clitoris, and then he began a smooth, in-and-out pumping motion.
"Good?" he said, panting slightly with exertion.
"The best," she replied, wrapping her legs around his hips and lifting her ass high in the air. "Oh, yes, like that, baby. Oh, honey, you got a nice cock! Feed it to me good… yes… yes!"
He grabbed the cheeks of her ass and pulled her roughly up to him. His throat erupted in animal grunts of desire as he pounded his thick meat into her wet pussy.
Her face became contorted with lust, and her head moved wildly from side to side on the pillow. Her big tits rolled back and forth, the nipples brushing and heating up against the hair on his cheat.
She was climbing toward her peak and he knew it. He felt her nails digging into the flesh of his shoulders, urging him to give her everything he had.
"You got it?" he panted.
"Oh, y-yeah," she stammered. "I'm right there, baby… I'm so close… don't stop! Please, don't stop!"
Her body tightened and arched up against him. Her bone ground violently against his as her pussy sucked and swallowed the full force of his hammering cock.
"I got it… I got it… nooooow!" she screamed.
Her release was violent as only a professional whore's can be. When a pro gets it, she gets it good, whether it's on the end of another woman's tongue or, now and then, on the big shaft and head of a good cock.
Her fingernails went crazy on his back. Red welts and gashes appeared from his clenched buttocks up to his muscular shoulders. All of her weight was up on her shoulders with her legs back over them. As the hard ridge of his cock slid back and forth, it scraped against her clit.
She writhed and screamed through a total climax, then sagged back, spread-eagled beneath him. He paused and eased his cock in and out of her cunt a few times.
When she regained her breath, she opened her eyes and smiled up at him. "You didn't come."
"I will," he said.
"You gave it to me instead."
"When's the last time you came on a cock?"
"Jesus, man," she said, "I can't remember. Damn, that was good."
"Yeah," he sighed.
"I'm gonna feel like shit if I can't get you off."
"You will. Don't worry about that," he said, looking at her. Her face looked innocent and elfish.
His cock was still rock-hard, and still inside her cunt. He had been running it very slowly in and out the full length of her soaking pussy. Each time, on the outstroke, he had teased her clit with the enormous ridge of his meat.
She hadn't even realized what he was doing, but she suddenly found herself aroused all over again. "Oh, shit," she said, lifting her legs.
"Have I told you that you've got a great body?"
"Yeah," she replied. "Have I told you that you've got a great cock? You want me to blow you?"
"Can you take it in the ass?"
"It's a monster, but I can try."
"Roll over!"
Everything in the room smelled of fucking now. Her inner thighs were slick from the sticky juices of her last orgasm and the current response to his teasing cock. The smell of woman was strong as he climbed in back of her and pushed the full length of his meat, clear up to his balls, into her asshole.
"Oh, God, what a cock" she groaned, the thirst for his prick again taking over her mind.
This little bitch is something else, Wiley thought. She's taking my dick in her ass as if it was as big as her cunt.
He started to fuck her even harder than before. The huge trunk of his prick filled her and expanded the tight, rear ring completely, stretching it to the limit as he fucked in and out.
"Oh, shit… fuck, fuck!" she cried. "Your dick fills my ass so good… so fucking good! Give it to me! Pound the fucking thing clear up to my tits!"
Her screams and the gyrations of her ass cheeks served to drive him on. He bunched the cheeks of his ass and ground his cock into her with ever increasing fury. He charged up her rear hole as her muscles gripped and milked him harder. He prodded the sweet, murky darkness of her rectum to its very depths.
She looked between her legs and laughed aloud with brimming joy as she saw the huge width and length of his juice-soaked cock ramming like a piston into her gaping asshole.
"Oh, God, you got a dick… sweet Jesus, what a prick! Beautiful, beautiful!" she moaned as she continued to match his rhythm. She hunched and stabbed her luscious, silky ass cheeks against his body, sheathing his cock again and again with her ass. Her muscles contracted with every lunge, milking the cum from his seething balls.
"Oh, shit!" he suddenly bellowed. "Suck it, baby… suck it with your asshole! I'm coming… there!"
Her climax met his spurting cum somewhere in the pit of her bowels. She milked his prick-with the talented muscles of her rear hole until his dick felt stretched a foot.
They continued to fuck until their energies were totally expended. He fell to her side, bringing her around with him so that his cock remained encased in her ass.
They said nothing. They had already said everything with their bodies. They lay side by side, their eyes reflecting the satisfaction they both felt.
At last his cock became deflated enough to slip out of her hole.
"You're one hell of a piece of ass for a whore."
"You're one goddam good fuck for a man. Wanna take a shower?"
"Later, after I make a phone call." He held out his hand.
She fumbled in her purse, returned to the bed, and smiled. "Gimme!" She held out her hand.
Wiley fumbled in his pants and they traded-money for piece of paper.
He unfolded it. There was a telephone number and a name. He bit his bottom lip and scowled, thinking, Holly Carpenter isn't the name of a man.