Hiya readers. This is another one in the "Heather and Bryan" series which began with "An Empty House and A Full Pussy". I hope you like it, your votes will let me know. Enjoy!
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As he rode in the elevator to his girlfriend's new apartment, Bryan realized he was whistling out loud.
Well, why the hell not? His affair with his hot sister, adorable, sexy redheaded Heather was still going strong. Stronger than ever, as a matter of fact. Whenever the pair were alone, they were all over each other. One time, they had been out for dinner and Heather had given her brother a blowjob under the table in a restaurant. Another time, they were at an Auto Race and Bryan fingered her horny little cunt under the blanket while everyone else was oblivious. They went over to their Aunt Alexus's apartment as often as they could, fucking for her enjoyment, then drawing her into their web of kink.
Heather and he saw other people from time to time, for appearances sake. But this time, things were different. Bryan was sure tonight was the night. He was going to score with Racquel, he was going to get into the panties of his new, sexy girlfriend. Bryan was hoping to fuck her and fuck her good!
It had been a long wait -- nearly 2 months. Thank God Heather had been around to help the horny man take the edge off, any sexual game he wanted to play, his sister was up for . However, Racquel was worth waiting for. The college-cutie was one of the hottest pieces he'd ever seen. Bryan and Racquel met in the Campus Bookstore and struck up a conversation. Despite being drop-dead hot, the attractive, petite brunette was into some of the same things as Bryan -- Anime, comics and retro-60's music. They'd hit it off immediately, going out that night for pizza and to see "Spirited Away". They were so happy in each other's company, it didn't bother Racquel in the slightest that she was 2 years older than Bryan.
The couple became nearly inseparable after their first date. Heather teased her brother that she had a rival. In some ways, it was true. Racquel made him laugh, they had so much in common. She, like Bryan, used both sugar and Sugar Twin in her coffee. She hated "coffee drinks" and thought Starbucks coffee was bat-piss. She hated ketchup on almost everything. Racquel loved Earl Grey tea and Shortbread Cookies. She called Rap Music "Missing C" music. In short, she was a perfect match for Bryan and her unpredictability kept him on his toes.
Nor was Racquel wasn't the kind of girl who shied away from an argument. She didn't back down if she felt she was right. Many was the time the caramel-skinned beauty had challenged Bryan on his viewpoints, and he had to admit, she gave him food for thought. One of them was his wanting them to jump into the sack.
They were on the sofa at his place, lips fused together, Bryan's hand was sliding under her blouse. Racquel removed it and stared at him, determination marking her pretty features. Her brown eyes looked directly at him.
"Sweetie, if we rush, it won't be right. I want our first time to be memorable. Believe me, I want it as much as you do, but I'm not going anywhere, I promise you."
Bryan knew that, but it was driving him nuts. Racquel was so fucking sexy, she had those gorgeous round tits, that round, sexy ass and those legs -- he knew she was hot, he'd seen Racquel in her shortest-shorts and skimpy bikinis, but he wanted the entire fucking package!
Thank God he still had his romps with Heather, and occasionally, their Aunt Alexus, to take the edge off. The two women profitted greatly from Bryan's increased horniness, he fucked them more energetically than either could remember.
Tonight was their 2-month anniversary, so Bryan had stopped off and bought her lilacs -- Racquel was allergic to roses -- and a box of White Chocolate "Bark". He'd even rented her favorite movie, "When Harry Met Sally." He was intent on letting Racquel know how special she was. He also had an ulterior motive, Bryan hoped she'd finally relent and let him into the bedroom. If she didn't, Racquel was still worth all the effort. The young woman merely had to smile and Bryan melted into a puddle of goo. Unique -- that is the word he would have used to describe her.
Bryan sensed that their first time would be incendiary. While they were making out, it was obvious Racquel was a woman of great passion. He'd only known a few girls that could give the petite brunette a run for her money.
The elevator ground to a halt on her floor and he made his way to Racquel's apartment. It was a nice building, well-lit and clean. Using the key she'd given him, he let himself in and looked around. There didn't seem to be any sign of Racquel, he wondered if perhaps one of her classes had run late. Racquel rarely went out on school nights or without Bryan in tow. She was a dedicated student, weeknights were for studying. Bryan looked around for a minute, then he heard muted cries emanating from the bedroom.
Curious and concerned, but exercising caution, Bryan made his way to the bedroom. The door was slightly ajar, Bryan looked in. What he saw totally blew his mind.
The room was dimly lit, but Bryan could still see what was on the bed. Clad in black lace bra and thong, was his adored Racquel, her eyes closed, soft sighs escaping from her lips. On top of her was a slender, slim-waisted blonde, wearing white silk lingerie and matching stilettos. Bryan could also make out the form of a tall, icy-looking Nordic blonde of about 40 years in age [ or so he supposed ], standing in the corner, watching the goings-on.
Even though he was listening carefully, Bryan could barely make out Racquel's words, she was being so quiet. Bryan listened to hear what was going on.
"No, no, we really shouldn't be doing this!" Racquel was saying, but the wriggling movements on the bed belied her words. She was enjoying herself and her protests were meager.
"Oh come on, you horny little bitch, you know you love it!" the blonde atop Racquel hissed, squeezing each of the brunette's big, round tits.
"Yes, yes, if feels good, but we shouldn't be having sex, we're sisters!"
Bryan clamped his hand over his mouth to keep from crying out. Her SISTER? The pretty blonde was the Carrie she'd been telling him about. Wow, oh fuck, I guess Racquel and I have more in common than I thought, he smiled to himself. However, if Bryan thought his shocks for the evening were over, he was sorely mistaken.
The pretty blonde brushed a stray lock of her long blonde hair from her face and turned to the other woman in the room, saying "Don't be silly, you can't get preggers this way. Who are we hurting, right Mom?"
"That's right, darlings."
Oh-my-fucking-god! The older woman was their mother, Ingrid, who was 42, Bryan knew. What kind of kinky family lezfest was he privy to? He certainly couldn't object, not with all the secrets in his own closet, yet Bryan was rooted to the spot. He watched as Carrie sat upright and removed the silk lingerie. Racquel's eyes watched Carrie's every move while Ingrid moved closer to the bed. The cool, sophisticated blonde placed her hand under Racquel's chin and cupped it.
"We have nothing to be embarrassed about, my dearest Racquel. It's a wonderful thing, my little loves, to be able to share our love in this way. We love each other emotionally, tonight we shall share our love physically as well. We will all play, we will be naughty and none will be the wiser." Ingrid's cool demeanor masked her sensual intentions, Bryan watched in awed silence.
Ingrid lay down on one side of Racquel, while Carrie moved down the other, until the sexy blonde was facing Racquel's thong-clad pussy. With a lusty growl, Carrie pulled the tiny garment away from her sister's muff and buried her face deep in Racquel's heated pussy. In the meanwhile, Ingrid had removed the bra and was nibbling, sucking, licking her daughter's dark brown nipples.
Bryan could see a relaxed, tranquil look come over Racquel's face, she moaned, "Oh Goddd -- we shouldn't be doing this, but don't stop, you fucking lezzie bitches!" Racquel then moaned at her mother and sister. "Eat my tits, bite 'em, suck my cunt, this feels great!"
Fighting the urge to beat himself off, Bryan watched as his girlfriend enjoyed her lesbian tryst. It was easy to tell from watching both Carrie and Ingrid they were not strangers to the art of loving another woman. Ingrid's manicured fingers practically flew over her daughter's trembling, twitching body while Carrie, despite her sister's bucking form, was not dissuaded from her cuntlapping task.
Ingrid divested herself of the pale blue negligee she had been wearing and now joined her daughters on the bed. The icy-blonde looked down into Racquel's deep "Bambi" eyes and saw acceptance there. Stroking her daughter's cheek gently, she moved her body up on the bed and straddled Racquel's head. Bryan watched as Ingrid lowered herself down and his girlfriend began to eat the first pussy -- he assumed -- she had ever tasted. From the grin that quickly crossed her face, Bryan knew that Racquel was enjoying each and every lick!
Novice or not, Racquel was a natural. "Jeezuz, that's incredible!" Bryan heard Ingrid cry out as Racquel feasted on her kinky mother's snatch. From between Rachel's legs, Carrie moved up for a second, kissing her mother sweetly.
"Didn't I tell you the little slut'd be a natural Mom?" Carrie teased.
"Guess it runs in the family!" Racquel purred and returned to eating pussy. Mother and daughters were all smiling now as the bed groaned under the combined weight of the sexy trio.
It was all so sexy, yet Bryan found himself unsure as to what to do. Did he dare to join them? He wasn't sure. What if Ingrid and Carrie were only into fucking with women? What if Racquel was furious at his intrusion and spying on their play? Perhaps she still wasn't ready for a man's cock. He thought maybe he should leave, but found himself still powerless to move. He watched them play, motionless.
Bryan found it very sensual, in a perverse kind of way. The three women seemed to work in perfect harmony, as if having lesbian sex together was the most natural thing in the world to all of them. Ingrid moved away from Racquel and licked down, down, down her daughter's copper-skinned body, while Carrie moved up. She and Racquel swapped tongues, then it was Carrie's turn to receive a licking tongue, while Ingrid feasted on Racquel's horny cunt.
Bryan observed that Ingrid ate pussy in a whole different style than her daughter. While Racquel's older sister ate with a ferocious appetite, Ingrid slithered and stroked and caressed. Ingrid flattened the palm of her hand and patted Racquel's pussy while she licked her, causing Racquel to squeal with joy. "This is great, no, it's fucking wonderful!" Racquel purred.
"I kept telling you sex was wonderful!" Carrie shot back.
"Well,
this
kind of sex sure is!" Racquel retorted, her hands clenching the sheets on the bed as her kinky parent ate her out.
