This is the fifth instalment of an 18-year-old music student's, Clare's new career in the sex industry. In the first instalment, she was hired by the husband and wife team of escort agency owners who discover during some sexual high; she is still a virgin. In the second, she sets out in a limo to her first appointment with her new escort name, "Celeste", to a man who has outbid other men for the privilege of taking her cherry. There is an erotic adventure in the limo. In the third instalment, she loses her cherry to an experienced client. In the fourth installment, she is invited to a party and goes wild. The adventure continues.
The Pagan Ritual Needs Natural Pubic Hair
The second highest bidder for Clare's virginity was an old rich Hippy, named Josh Friendly (really), who had parlayed the proceeds of selling a pound of weed at Woodstock into a global T-shirt empire. His grandkids were running the company now and that gave him a lot of time to pursue the 1960's Hippy dream of sex, drugs and rock & roll. Josh had an active sex life and Clare's maidenhead was supposed to be part of it but he had been outbid. With rock, he had not missed a Grateful Dead concert in a decade and his fellow Dead Heads famously knew he had the most killer weed on the planet and was generous in giving it away. He never did anything chemical, not even alcohol, since getting hooked in the 1980's and kicking it.
Josh needed a virgin for his yearly Summer Solstice Celebration, the longest day of the year. A few years ago, he had started delving in the old nature-based religious rituals and the Summer Solstice Celebration was the most important. It was the longest day of the year and it was also a holy day in ancient religions; where the stars and the sun were worshipped. He believed in the Gaia principal, that the Earth was a Spiritual Goddess. He liked his women natural and that meant with a natural unshaven bush covering their womanhood. In the old days, the pagan priests would sacrifice a virgin girl at the Summer Solstice to appease the gods to help bring a bountiful harvest followed by an orgy to boost the fertility of the harvest. Killing a 'fair maid' seemed way too harsh for Josh's tender sensibilities but a little fucking and a nice orgy were right up his alley.
Every year, he invited about thirty of his fellow old hippies, men and women, to a midnight Summer Solstice party, at a certain secluded spot in Central Park, in the middle of New York City. Everyone would get totally get high, nude, paint their bodies, dance, and screw their brains out with whoever was nearest in the group sex pile. To spice up the action, he always hired a number of very willing boys and girls from the Midnight Magic Escorts, all over 18, of course, with gorgeous young, tight bodies. These young things reminded the mature folks what they were like as flower children in the 1960's. If you are in a high building overlooking Central Park on the night of Summer Solstice, look out and you might see the light of the torches.
When Fran at the escort agency booked the recently deflowered 18-year-old escort,"Celeste", with the hairy beaver to be their "Virgin Sacrifice", it was a great stroke of fortune. Josh had found it almost impossible to find a young virgin over the age of consent nowadays for the celebration. All the girls seem to be getting broken in way to young for his taste. And it was very difficult to even find a girl that did not shave her pussy.
The closest they got in the last decade was a 45 year-old spinster librarian in 2009. She was certainly a virgin. She had spread her un-fucked hairy pussy lips for him in the library office to prove it before he agreed to the substantial monetary terms of their agreement. Her age left a bit to be desired, although Josh loved the way she squealed in pleasure when he broke her cherry, at the stroke of midnight. She became quite the sexpot after her passionate awakening and she begs to be invited to the celebration orgy every year.
He lets her join in, even though she brought martini mix, rather than smoke weed with the others. His agreement includes her being on booty call whenever Josh is in the vicinity of the library where she works. She loves to give him a nice blow job in the book sorting office before she insists he mounts in her favorite position, doggy style, and fucks her until they both cum in a sweaty, panting heap. Now, Josh can't go by any book store or open an old book without springing a substantial woody.
As he planned with Fran at the agency, Josh had called Celeste that morning and told her to be at the corner of 79th Street and East Drive in Central Park at ten o'clock and a guide would meet her and take her to the secret location. Fran warned her to start taking birth control pills because the sex would be natural without protection. Josh had told her to wear a loose-fitting house dress and sandals with no underwear. He hated those lines on a young girl's skin from the bra and elastic of the panties. He had also warned her, that there would be many people would be fondling her respectfully during their celebration, but that only he would have intercourse with her at the stroke of midnight. After that time, she could fuck anyone she wanted to and everyone knew that no means no. She confirmed that she understood and agreed.
The Pagan Ritual of the Summer Solstice
Clare was in the taxi wearing the simple dress that the man named Josh had requested. She felt a bit exposed and naughty without any underwear. On the phone, he seemed like a friendly sort and Fran at the agency went to great lengths to assure her, that Josh was a good man and that she had been doing business with him for years. All his dates had said good things about him. Fran had warned her not to shave her girly parts, since the client insisted on having a natural girl down there. She had also told her that there would be a party in the woods and that she should just go with the flow and do whatever the client wanted. The fellow was paying a lot of money and she wanted to please him to the best of her new abilities.
The taxi-driver had dropped her in Central Park, at the agreed meeting spot. It was a dark and the air was warm. The driver had tried to talk her out of it, telling her that Central Park at night can be a dangerous place for a young girl. But he felt better, when she said somebody would meet her and even waited until the guide came up to her before driving off. She thought 'maybe the stories of hard-nosed New York cabbies are exaggerated.'
The boy, who looked a little older than her, met her and gave her a silent firm warm hug as a greeting. He was tall and attractive with long blonde hair. He had on shorts with a t-shirt and bare feet. He silently and mysteriously took her hand and guided her into the deep forest through a small opening in the bushes. During the brisk walk through the thick underbrush, she heard the growing rhythmic sounds of drumming. She could feel the cool night air come up under her dress and over her exposed naked pussy. After walking for a couple more minutes, Clare could see the flicker of lights through the branches, as they approached what revealed itself to be, a clearing of lush green grass about thirty feet in diameter, with many people milling about in obvious high spirits. The smell of cannabis and wine was in the air.
