1950 Love is the Drug - Sex Stories

1950 Love is the Drug

... of tea the other miraculously appeared with one. And often a Bourbon biscuit, a weakness they both shared.

And then on Thursday, about a month after their first excursion, Celeste said to Andrew, "I desperately need my chauffeur on Saturday night. I am on fire. I would like to go tonight but I know that it's not something we can do during the week."

With that, she went off to clean out Mr Garland's leg ulcer.

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Tension was high in the car as they travelled eastwards this time. After about thirty minutes, Celeste spotted a small country pub. "That will do," she decided.

The car park was at the back of the building. Andrew found a secluded corner. He'd hardly had time to put the handbrake on before Celeste was teetering on stiletto heels towards the door. Unlike the first occasion she had made no pretence at sophistication, her clothes were just slutty.

In the moonlight, Andrew could clearly see her black bra under her white blouse. Each stride revealed the slightest flash of black stocking top and white thigh below her short skirt. He felt the available space in his Y-Fronts disappearing.

And then the waiting.

Maybe fifteen minutes and the door opened. Celeste was walking back followed by a young man of about eighteen or nineteen.

Andrew thought that they would get in the backseat but instead Celeste simply pulled up her skirt and put both hands on the bonnet of the car. She stared straight at ...

... Andrew.

The young man needed no instruction. He had his trousers down around his ankles and was taking his place behind Celeste.

Ever the practical no-nonsense sort of chap, Andrew couldn't help thinking that it was very useful that she wasn't wearing any knickers.

The lad gripped her hips and was going for it. Celeste retained eye contact with Andrew. With one hand she undid the buttons on her blouse and pulled it apart. With each thrust from behind her tits tried to escape the confines of her bra. Eventually, one nipple managed to make its escape.

"You're having a good night Sid, your first legal pint and your first shag."

Andrew jerked his gaze to the right. There were four men standing watching the show, each one clutching a pint pot. He looked back at Celeste. She was still staring at him. While he had been transfixed on her, she must have known that they were there all the time.

Sid shuddered. And then stepped backwards desperately trying to pull up his trousers before his mates saw his cock.

Andrew then heard that familiar phrase from Sister Celeste Lanyon, "Who's next?"

The experience was surreal for him.

It was then a case of who could put their pint down first. The winner was a huge limbering lump of a farm labourer. Andrew got the impression that he hadn't moved that fast in years.

He had his trousers undone well before he got to Celeste. Rather large cock in hand he wasted no time in getting into Celeste. His companions shouted a mixture of ...