Upon checking, Celia learned that Charles’ father was an elder of the Church and that his mother was a religious studies teacher. Celia was one of those truly flawed people who could never be satisfied with anything. There was no such thing as enough. There was always more to be had with these types of people. So even though Carl was one of the wealthiest men in Utah and certainly in the Church, it wasn’t enough for her. She wanted her own, not his by association, and she had long thought about and planned how to get it.
And then Charles Goodness fell into her lap, figuratively at first, then literally. She deliberately arranged to go to one of the functions that Amy was constantly involved in, managing to ‘accidentally’ meet her and strike up a conversation. Amy was so flattered by the attention that she was all fawning, flustered adulation. It was nothing for Celia to get Amy to talk about her family, the thing she was the proudest of in her life.
Having had both Charles and Sheri pointed out to her, Celia made it a point to run into Charles, complimenting him on his installation and asking if he did private commissions. When he said that he hadn’t yet, but was interested in the idea, she suggested that they meet to talk about it, but admonished him not to speak about it to anyone.
They met a few days later at an out-of-the-way bar in a part of town that nobody would recognize her, even though Celia took the extra precaution of wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses, her long, signature black hair tucked up into the hat.
When Charles arrived, not recognizing her at first, she engaged him in light conversation while they had a couple of beers, a relief from the high society cocktails that she was usually obliged to imbibe. He was clearly overawed by the situation and she was at pains to put him at his ease.
When she had asked him if he had thought of doing any portrait work, he initially said no, then corrected himself, telling her that it was a good way to study form and contrast, so from that perspective it interested him.
She had explained to him that she wanted a very special series of photos, a small portfolio, if you will, to give to her husband on their anniversary. When Charles had indicated that he didn’t think that that would be that difficult, Celia had explained that the hardest part was finding someone to trust to take the photos.
She had explained how people in their position were always vulnerable to unscrupulous people trying to take advantage. She told him that she knew about his parents and was certain that he had been instilled with the values that were needed to earn the kind of trust necessary to possibly help her.
She smiled as she remembered him getting his back up and looking her directly in the eyes and saying, I never lie. Ever. Not for any reason. I’m never afraid of the truth and I never will be.
So if I wanted you to take some pictures that were more personal, you’d be able to do that and also promise never to tell anyone that you had taken them, never show them to anyone? she had asked.
Of course! he had replied, as if that were the most obvious thing in the world.
Celia’s biggest fear was getting caught and losing everything that she had, so she was cautious. Over the years she had taken advantage of her position to learn personal things about just anyone who was anybody in Utah and certainly in the Church itself. She smiled as she thought of the outrage that would be greeted by the public getting to know even a tiny bit of the information she had amassed.
“Here you go,” Charles gasped as he finally lost it, his cock resting on Sheri’s extended tongue while Celia knelt just inches away, watching as stream after stream of hot thick cum shot from Charles’ cock onto his sister’s tongue and into her mouth. Before he could drop it into her mouth after squeezing the last drop of cum from it, Celia redirected him, wrapping her lips around the head of his cock and sucking the last drops of cum from him.
“God, I just love your cum,” Sheri said as she swallowed, smacking her lips.
“It’s always fun feeding it to you,” Charles groaned, his cock throbbing.
“Oh, yes, yes,” Sheri gasped as her brother lifted her legs onto his shoulders, spreading her pussy and dragging his tongue up between her butterflied pussy lips.
Celia stared, almost drooling as Charles began to eat his sister’s pussy right in front of her. She couldn’t help herself as she reached between her legs with one finger to rub her clit as she watched Charles slurping up Sheri’s pussy juices.
Lifting his face from his sister’s pussy after eating her for several minutes, Charles smiled at Celia as he got in position, slapping Sheri’s spread pussy with his cock, causing her to gasp as he ran it up and down between her spread pussy lips.
“Oh, yes,” Sheri moaned as she felt her brother’s cock sliding into her pussy, arching her neck as he slowly filled her, suddenly feeling the bed shift and then her mouth was covered with something wet and she couldn’t breathe. Starting to panic, Sheri realized that she could breathe through her nose at the same time that she realized that it was a pussy plastered onto her mouth. A pussy!
Sheri moaned as she realized that it was the same taste, same flavor that she had tasted on her brother’s cock and realized that she was eating Celia Adkins’ pussy while her brother fucked her. Sheri explored with her tongue, delighting in the flavor, the thick syrupy juices that ran from Celia’s pussy onto her tongue. She found her clit, sucking on it, realizing that it wasn’t quite as big as her own, her whole body spasming in orgasm as her brother continued to fuck her while she ate Celia’s pussy.
Sheri gasped when Charles’ cock disappeared from her pussy to be almost immediately replaced by Celia’s mouth, Sheri knowing that it wasn’t her brother eating her. She knew what his tongue between her legs felt like. She was surprised to feel what she realized was her brother’s cock sliding across her forehead, displacing her from Celia’s pussy as he slid into her.
Sheri was cumming like crazy as Celia ate her pussy, gurgling with delight when her brother would pull his cock from her pussy and drop it into her mouth to suck, the now unmistakable flavor of Celia’s pussy coating it. Then Charles was sticking his cock into her mouth again, only this time it was spurting cum. Sheri sucked and sucked, eagerly gulping down her brother’s cum while Celia continued to eat her pussy, driving her crazy. When Sheri finished sucking her brother off and he withdrew his cock from her mouth, she found herself eating Celia’s pussy again, this time with her brother’s cum filling it. When she could only taste Celia’s musky pussy juices as she sucked on her, she finally stopped, laying back gasping for breath.
“Wonderful,” she heard next to her ear softly after Celia had gotten off of her, followed by soft lips on her own, then a tongue tasting of her own pussy sliding between her lips to find her own, the softest and most sensuous kiss of her life, and then she was gone and Sheri lay there gasping for breath.
“Thank you,” Celia said after she had dressed, kissing Charles, then bending over to suck on his cock once more, standing up licking her lips as she looked down at Sheri sprawled on the bed, her long pussy lips unfurled, her glistening pink pussy on full display. “It was perfect,” she said, slipping a manila envelope into his hands.