Sheri was at her table, her pussy getting wet as she read about how Fanny let someone fuck her and then cum in her pussy. She almost missed it when she glanced up and saw someone disappearing into the studio, only long black hair swaying visibly as the door closed.
That was Mrs. Adkins! Holy Shit! Mrs. Adkins! MRS. ADKINS!!
Shit! she thought. If I hadn’t been reading my book… But had she been by herself? I’ll just have to wait.
But nobody came out and it was getting close to 3:00. Paying her bill and leaving a tip, Sheri went across the street to the studio, wondering if perhaps she’d also missed Mrs. Adkins leaving, as she’d just barely seen her arrive. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door and entered the studio, knowing that she was about to find out.
“Right on time,” Charles said as he appeared from the back. “Ready?” he asked.
“Yes,” Sheri replied, smiling, trying not to show the nervousness that had her stomach in knots.
“We’re going to start phase two today,” Charles informed her. “I want you to put this on,” he said, holding out a blindfold.
“Really?” she asked, feeling the silky material as he placed it in her hand.
“Yes,” Charles replied. “I want to see you react to stimulus without sight. It’ll make it much more intense.”
“You’re sure about this?” Sheri asked, looking at him. “Of course you’re sure,” she said, laughing. “Don’t let me stub my toe,” she said as she tied the blindfold around her head, her whole world now blind.
“Slowly,” Charles said as he took her hand, guiding her into the back of the studio and to the bed. “Sit,” he directed when he had gotten her to the point where the backs of her legs were against the bed. “Okay?” he asked, caressing her cheek.
“Yes,” Sheri replied, clutching at his hand.
“Need anything to drink first or will my cock and a mouthful of cum be enough?” Charles asked, laughing.
“Bring me your cock,” Sheri replied, laughing with him.
“Go ahead, undress, get yourself warmed up,” Charles instructed, sighing when he felt Mrs. Adkins’ arms slide around his body from behind, her small B-cup breasts pressing into his back as her hands slid down to wrap around his cock.
“Looking good, Sheri,” Charles encouraged as she undressed and lay back, her feet planted on the mattress well apart, opening her pussy so that one hand could dally there while the other was busy pinching and pulling on her nipples.
Charles could see Mrs. Adkins pressing her hands into her pussy as she watched Sheri on the bed, her long black hair swaying back and forth.
“Open wide,” Charles said as he straddled his sister’s chest, his knees beneath her armpits, his cock dangling just above her face.
“Mmm,” Sheri moaned as she wrapped her lips around her brother’s cock, carefully tasting him with her whole mouth, the unmistakable flavor of pussy covering his cock. Could it possibly be Mrs. Adkins’? Sheri wondered as she lost herself in sucking her brother’s cock. He was right, it was more intense sucking his cock with her eyes blindfolded.
In spite of herself, Celia Adkins was having trouble restraining herself as she watched Sheri sucking her brother’s cock, the very same cock that had just a few minutes ago filled her pussy so nicely. Charles Goodness was the find of a lifetime for her, she reflected as she admired the obvious passion with which Sheri sucked his cock, after her husband.
Girls from her low-class background never met guys like Carl Adkins, Mormon blueblood scion to a fantastically wealthy Utah family. But Celia had met Carl at a frat party her first week of university. She had given him what he still refers to as a galactic-class blowjob under the table while the party went on around them. She had proceeded to suck and fuck him into a frazzle, addicting him to her sexual hunger and finally marrying him.
Now they had two children approximately Charles and Sheri’s age, she thought as she watched Sheri sucking her brother’s cock. Carl’s ardor had slowly but surely waned over the years, as well as his sexual appetite, but hers hadn’t. If anything, at 44, three years younger than Carl, Celia Adkins was as horny, if not hornier, than she had ever been in her life, absolutely craving sex, in spite of her professed Mormon beliefs, which were a faade for her husband’s sake, he being one of the Seventies, the second tier of authority in the Church of Latter Day Saints.
She had heard of Charles’ photography and videography from her daughter who had seen one of his works exhibited at the university. Because she happened to be right there, she stopped to see it and was entranced. He clearly had an amazing feeling for… well, feeling. His work had a deep emotional texture that she had never seen before and touched her in unsettling ways.