“Things like that,” Celia said softly when the video ended over an hour later, looking sideways at an ashen Amy, her face flushed, her forehead damp, her blonde curls plastered to her face. “You were quite something, as was your husband. I believe this is when you met; am I right?”
“Yes,” Amy managed to reply, shocked like she had never been shocked in her life, for the first time totally unsure of herself, what she was doing, what she should do. “But why are you showing me this?”
“So that you’ll know that I know, that I understand,” Celia replied.
“But why?” Amy asked, turning an ashen face to look up at her.
“Because I want you to be my friend,” Celia replied, her black eyes locked with Amy’s. “My special friend. I want you to help me teach a lesson.”
“What kind of a lesson?” Amy asked, her eyes wide.
“Expensive lessons,” Celia replied, and Amy could hear the steel in her voice. “Behavior-changing lessons.”
“I don’t understand,” Amy said, unable to resist glancing at the TV screen where the final image of the video still displayed like a photograph, on her hands and knees, a big black cock in her pussy from below, cum running down the shaft, Reginald’s cock sticking halfway in/out of her ass, cum leaking from around his cock and running down to coat the black balls and cock in her pussy, and another big black cock in her mouth, cum running down her chin, her nostrils flared and her eyes wide.
“In a word, I’m going to blackmail the richest and most powerful people in Utah,” Celia said, “and you’re going to help me.”
“But why?” Amy asked.
“Money,” Celia replied. “Lots and lots of money. Enough money to make them think. Enough money to make them change their ways.”
“But you don’t need money,” Amy protested.
“There’s no such thing as enough money,” Celia snorted. “You of all people should understand that, coming from no money, having had to work like crazy for years to get just a little bit comfortable.”
“But what could I possibly do to help you?” Amy asked.
“You’re my honey trap,” Celia replied with a smile. “I’ll bring the bees to the honey and you’ll trap them.”
“But how?” Amy asked.
“Like that,” Celia replied, pointing to the TV screen.
“What!?” Amy gasped.
“Seeing that didn’t excite you, make you yearn for that life again, even a little bit?” Celia asked. “My pussy is wet, isn’t yours?” she asked, pulling her skirt up, shifting her hips to pull it up over her waist, leaning back on the divan and pulling her feet up onto the edge, spreading her legs apart to reveal her long, glistening pussy, her rilled inner lips dark-tinged and beaded with her pussy juices.
“How long has it been since you tasted another woman’s pussy?” she asked, one hand going between her legs to gently stroke a finger up and down between her spread pussy lips, the other hand gently wrapping around Amy’s arm, barely urging her, but providing the impetus for her to slip off the divan onto her knees, turning to look at Celia’s pussy just inches away, feeling her pussy flood and her mouth water at the sight of a pussy once again.
“Go ahead,” Celia softly encouraged. “Show me that you want to be my special friend.”
The next week was an out-of-body type of existence for Amy. Celia had insisted that she meet her at her penthouse — that was her playhouse, she lived with her husband in a $30m mansion — before going to teach religious studies in the mornings and again after school let out before going home to prepare dinner for her family.
Amy would actually cum when she ate Celia’s pussy, drinking her up, realizing how much she had missed it, glad that her family had accepted her excuse for leaving early for school as needing to prepare her lessons, an idea Celia had given her, but also feeling guilty because Celia had made her promise not to tell Reginald about anything yet, but that he would be fully included at the right time.
One day after a couple of weeks she had arrived at the penthouse after school, letting herself in with the key that she had been given, stunned to see Celia sitting naked on the divan waiting for her as usual, but this time with a very muscular, very naked black man standing in front of her, his huge cock in her mouth.
“This is Darius,” Celia gasped as she sat back from his cock, gasping for breath. “He’s our gardener at the mansion and he does other odds and ends for me, don’t you, Darius?”
“Yes, Ma’am,” Darius had replied in a deep basso. “Whatever you like.”
“I’d like you to please let my special friend Amy suck your cock,” Celia replied, smiling when she saw Amy’s hand cover her mouth, her eyes wide as she gasped.
For the next few weeks, Amy would spend an hour each morning in a 69 with Celia, then go teach religious studies all day, then stop by in the afternoon for an orgy with Celia and Darius before staggering home to prepare dinner for her family. She began to attack Reginald with increasing ferocity each night, leaving him gasping, but not questioning her re-burgeoning sexual appetite.
Then one day Celia told her to invite Reginald to the penthouse the next day, ostensibly for drinks and hors d’oeuvres, but that she was to arrive 30 minutes before her husband.
Celia was nervous when she arrived at the penthouse the next day, butterflies in her stomach, but she relaxed as soon as she undressed and buried her face in Celia’s pussy as she did every time she came over, Darius standing next to her watching, his huge ebony cock dangling in front of him.
Five minutes before Reginald was due to arrive, Celia had Darius lay on the divan with Amy on top of him in a 69. Putting on a Chinese silk robe that came down to her mid-thighs when she heard the doorbell, Celia admonished Darius and Amy to continue as she went to answer the door.
“Reginald Goodness, welcome,” Celia said when she opened the door and saw the astonished-looking man standing here. “Please come in. I’m Celia Adkins.”
“M… my pleasure,” Reginald stammered, trying not to stare at her body beneath the silk robe or her long, bare legs.
“Please, join us,” she said, taking one of his arms and holding him close to her side, her breast pressed against his arm as she led him into the apartment and through the doorway to the sitting room where he froze as he saw his wife on the divan on top of a black man, his cock in her mouth, cum running down her chin as her wide-open eyes saw him.
At the same time, Celia had activated the TV and the sorority initiation video began to run. Reginald’s eyes almost bugged out of his head when he saw it, his head swiveling back and forth as he tried to see the video and also watch as his wife finished sucking Darius off, now clearly seeing that Darius’ face was buried in Amy’s pussy.
“We’ll talk later,” Celia whispered softly into Reginald’s ear as she shrugged out of the silk robe, her entire body now plastered to his side. “For now, just be yourself,” she said as she slid down onto her knees and reached for his trousers.
After that it became a regular thing for the four of them to get together for an afternoon orgy, Reginald easily falling back into old habits, sucking Darius’ huge ebony cock in a 69 while Amy and Celia enjoyed their own juicy 69 next to them, playing sandwich with him always in the middle with either Amy or Celia in front of him, his cock in their pussy or ass while Darius fucked his ass.