JESS was shocked by what seemed to be a family affair.
My new best girlfriend, Beatrice, is one kinky lady. I found that out when she invited me over to her flat for dinner one evening.
“This is my brother, Brad,” she said, leading me into the living room. “He’s in town for a couple of weeks.”
A good-looking dish that I’d had no idea was on the menu rose up out of a chair, and I shook his big warm hand, my eyes feasting on him. We broke bread and uncorked wine together, and after dessert I excused myself to go to the bathroom. But I didn’t use the facilities. Instead, I unzipped my jeans and plunged a hand into my damp pants. Visions of big Brad doing wicked things to me in wicked positions filled my head and flooded my pussy, as I fingered my clit faster and faster. I bit my lip and stared at myself in the mirror, face flushed and body tensing deliciously with approaching orgasm…
And then Brad walked in.
I froze. The room became a vacuum chamber from which no sound or excuse could escape.
Then Brad closed the door, from the inside, and I exhaled in excitement and relief. He strode over to me, nodding at my hand-covered pussy. “Anything I can do to help?”
I smiled shakily. “Well… since you are sort of responsible …”
He grabbed me in his arms and mashed his lips against my lips. I thrust my tongue into his mouth, yanking my hand out of my panties and grabbing onto his bum. He wrestled my top and bra off, then gripped my tingling breasts and roughly fondled them.
“God, yes!” I moaned, as he bent his head down and sealed his lips around one of my nipples and sucked on it. I ran trembling fingers through his soft shiny hair, almost tearing some strands out by the roots when he bit into one of my engorged buds.
And then Beatrice walked in.
Closed doors apparently meant nothing to these people. She looked at the erotically entangled two of us, a big grin on her face. Then she strolled up to Brad, lifted his head off my glistening chest, and kissed him full on the mouth.
“Jesus!” I yelped.
She and he paid no attention, their cheeks bulging with tongue as they hungrily deep-kissed. Then I was shocked clueless a second time, when Beatrice broke away from Brad’s mouth and grabbed the back of my head and planted her mouth on my mouth.
I was too startled to retreat. Anyway, that’s my story. I took it and liked it, Beatrice chewing on my lips, Brad chewing on my nipples, a heavy heat suffusing my quivering body.
We moved our frenzy into the bedroom. Brad stood next to the bed and shouldered my legs, sunk his heavy, latex-clad cock into my soaking pussy, while Beatrice lay beside me and licked at my tits. I moaned and thrashed my head around, the feeling of two people – man and woman, whatever and whatever – making love to my body incredible!
Beatrice twirled her wet tongue around and around my electrified nipples, as Brad pistoned his cock inside of me. I jerked Beatrice’s head up and wildly frenched her, the bed rocking in rhythm to Brad’s frantic thrusting. He roared. I moaned into Beatrice’s mouth, a scalding orgasm welling up from my cock and cum-filled pussy and tidal-waving through my body.
It took a good long time to entangle the three of us, not so long to untangle the truth. Brad, of course, was another of Beatrice’s always-ready and willing boyfriends. The ‘brother’ gag was so I wouldn’t try to fight him off, like I would’ve if I’d known he was her boyfriend.
Beatrice was positively ecstatic that she’d tricked me into the threesome she’d desired from Day One. I was positively ecstatic, too – at least three or four times during the course of that one wild evening.
