“CELSO AND HIS DESIRES”

“Beautiful and looks delicious,” Celso whispered with a dangerous smirk, his lips curling into a menacing grin.

The truth was, he really missed Lena. Ever since he heard about Marius returning to their hometown with his wife and child, a dark, vengeful plan began to form in his mind.

He thought that maybe, if he informed Lena about this, she would come back. But he was wrong.

He had searched for Lena in Manila using the address he got from her aunt Lourdes. It wasn’t easy for him to extract that information from the old lady, but after persistent persuasion, he succeeded.

He went to the address with anticipation, thinking he would finally see the woman he hadn’t seen for over a year. As he traveled, all he could think about was the intense desire he felt for Lena—and the sweet taste of revenge he would savor.

As the son of their barangay captain, it was not difficult for him to get any woman he fancied. In short, he had an active sex life. In fact, the hut at the far end of their fishpond was never empty.

That’s where he used to take Lena.

That’s where they would meet.

That’s where he would experiment with her in various positions. And because Lena was always up for it, they always ended up exhausted, hugging each other and falling into a deep, sated sleep.

Celso was never loyal to Lena even back then, and she knew it. He would taste different dishes, and if he liked them, he could have them again. And Lena didn’t mind.

But of all the dishes he had tasted, Lena was his favorite. In fact, he had been having sex with her for a long time. And Lena was the reason why he built that hut. Far from people who could speak ill of them. Far from the judgmental world. In a place where he could scream with pleasure and happiness without hesitation, while tirelessly releasing and inserting his anger into her moist opening like his steel weapon.

Celso smiled bitterly. And with that smile came a vivid return to the past. It had been over a year since he was last with Lena in the hut. And he could say it was the hottest and most intense joining of their lust and desire before she disappeared from his sight. Before she left without even saying goodbye.

One Year Ago…

“Your pussy smells so good, Lena. Soft and truly delicious,” Celso said as if a hungry animal feasting on Lena’s exposed womanhood in front of him.

Lena released a loud moan as she felt Celso sucking on her femininity like he was enjoying some snails in coconut milk. This woman was unbeatable when it came to sex. And when she was in this mood, there was nothing else she wanted to do but have sex with him repeatedly.

“Keep going!” Lena shouted, her face flushed with desire as she raised her head from the pillow.

Celso knew that Lena would get even hotter, and he purposely made his eating sounds noisy to rile her up. When that happened, she got even more aroused, more feisty. And that’s what he liked in a woman.

This wasn’t the first time they had been intimate. But maybe because she was so beautiful and he loved her, he never got tired of her body. He never got tired of exploring her from head to toe.

It made him proud to think that he was Lena’s first man. She had given herself to him on the night of her college graduation. Lena was sad that night because someone she considered important didn’t show up—Marius. Celso didn’t know if he should be happy about it because that event became the turning point in their relationship.

As the son of a well-known and prominent figure in their barangay, he had no trouble when it came to women. Time had honed his skill in intimacy. His weapon was sharp and never backed down from a fight.

And Lena, that night, because of her deep sorrow, invited him to drink in her house’s living room. Her aunt Lourdes was asleep at that time, tired from preparing for Lena’s graduation party all day long.

Lena was crying that night, and he provided comfort that he thought she needed. Until they both got hot.

He knew that Lena was thinking of Marius in those moments, but that didn’t matter to him. He just wanted to taste her. And the fact that she hadn’t had a boyfriend yet gave him the idea that maybe she was still a virgin.

To avoid being heard by Aunt Lourdes, Lena pulled him into the hayloft. There he freely did everything he wanted to do to her fresh and beautiful body.

“Don’t be loud, Lena,” he said while restraining himself from fingering her wet and tight pussy.

It was tight and soaking wet. And to be honest, he wanted to devour her since earlier. But he held back because he didn’t want to rob her of the happiness he saw in her that he had secretly desired for so long.

“Damn, Celso, you’re really good at this! Why didn’t you do this to me before? Tell me, have you wanted me for a long time?” she asked with intense longing in her eyes.

Celso kissed Lena’s red lips. They were so soft, not far from the lips he used to dream of.

“Ah—go on, keep fingering me—mmmn, go faster! You bastard!” she cursed in pleasure, lifting her head with sheer delight.

Celso became even more aroused by what he saw. He lost himself in the moment as he observed how hot Lena was. Aside from the evident desire in her feminine parts ready for his mouth and tongue.

As Lena desired, he pleasured her with his fingers. He reached the point where he wanted to taste her lips and tongue. And he didn’t hold back with Lena.

He violated her femininity with his tongue. As a bonus, he included his teeth, which he noticed brought a more intense pleasure to Lena.

Lena’s whole body trembled as he devoured her femininity with his mouth. He had to admit, of all the vaginas he had tasted, this was his favorite. This was the most delicious. Not just because of Lena, but because it was so fragrant and truly felt like he was eating a tender, first-class meat.

When Lena asked him to enter her with his penis, he didn’t hesitate. Being the first man to enter her cave, it was normal for the first time to be painful for Lena. So he made sure to be careful.

He entered slowly the first few times, especially when he saw Lena crying. But because he was experienced in these kinds of scenes, he knew how to make everything exciting. Until the girl eventually eased the pain. In the end, Lena also became adventurous like him. She welcomed every thrust. So when they finished, they went for another round.

The memory of that electrifying sensation ran through Celso’s body. It inspired him to completely drive Lena crazy with what he was about to do now.

Lena was naked, and so was he. But he preferred to be the one pleasuring her because his mouth was seeking the softness of her skin, as well as her femininity that he wouldn’t trade for anyone else’s.

“This fucking vagina,” he said, grinding his tongue on her clit, fully aroused.

He knew Lena would be electrified with pleasure because of what he was doing. And since that was what he wanted, he repeated the action with Lena. He didn’t stop until he saw her struggling to breathe, her eyes glazed over with pleasure.

In a few moments, he explored Lena’s body in various ways. He touched and caressed every hidden part of her body until he finally entered his manhood into her flowing passage.

Their lovemaking became even more passionate as they reached that point. Lena didn’t back down, so they found themselves rolling on the bamboo floor of the hut several times because there were moments when she wanted to be on top.

Lena’s feisty nature was evident in her lovemaking, a trait that Celso found irresistible. And when her aggressive side emerged, all she knew how to do was to compete with her skill and fierceness. These qualities were now being exhibited by the young woman as they reached their peak.

Celso released a heavy sigh before driving his car away from that place.

As he had mentioned earlier, he went to Lena’s apartment. He rang the doorbell several times, but no one answered and no one came out. When he pushed it, he found it open. He looked around and once he made sure it was clean and empty, he entered.

But his regret grew as he approached the door. He had barely knocked when he stopped in his tracks because of the loud and familiar moans of the woman that he heard.

His heart pounded loudly. But he needed to gather his courage to know for sure what was going on in his mind. He walked to the side and found a way to catch a glimpse inside the house. He saw that the small window in the bathroom was open. And through it, he could see clearly the two people intimately engaging on the stairs of the house.

Lena. She was having sex with a truly attractive man with a fit body. His thrusts were so powerful that Lena was clinging to the railing of the stairs while from behind, she was exchanging a passionate kiss with the man who was her partner.

Celso immediately felt a tightening in his chest. He couldn’t bear to witness that scene any longer, so he left. He left the place while holding back his emotions.

“This is all Marius’ fault,” he said, then angrily punched the steering wheel of the car he was driving. “I will get back at you, you shameless bastard,” he added, his eyes dark and determined as he stared ahead.