The wrought-iron gates of our family’s sprawling estate hummed open. Marble terraces gleamed under summer moon. At fourteen, I roamed free. Father restored outbuildings in the vast domain. Abandoned stud farm held treasures: dog-eared Auto-Journals praising Renault 8’s wild handling, stacks of Playboy and Lui left by lads. Naked curves in sheer fabrics, hands teasing more than hiding. Aslan pin-ups, detailed hips and breasts begging touch. Leather covers cracked soft under fingers.
Nights with German au pair, twenty-ish, minding my sister. Post-dinner, father snored early. We slipped to the private pond. Starlit water lapped velvet banks. Innocent lip kisses, hers sealed tight. Hands under t-shirt, small tits bare, nipples hardening. Return path, palm in her jeans, under cotton panties, ass cheeks firm, silky muscle. No protest.
The Privilege
Last night, she cradled my face. ‘Let me teach you kissing a woman.’ Tongue plunged deep, wet swirl, sweetest nectar. Etched forever.
Deauville palaces next summer. Chauffeur’s Bentley purred, leather seats cool, champagne chilled. Vague cousin, bolder. Trapped amid racing talk, we escaped to ocean-view suite. Crystal flutes clinked. Kiss techniques compared—hers from older lovers. Clothes shed on silk rug. Her body glowed: pert breasts, fiery bush between spread thighs. Fingers probed slick heat. Electric shock. ‘You peeing?’ Her laugh explained arousal. I froze.
Years on, first bed nude. Timid girl coaxed, but cock hid shy.
Work siren, father’s mistress. Office flirt boiled. Ultimatum: my penthouse, lunch hour. City skyline framed floor-to-ceiling glass.
The private pond’s whisper lingered, but now elite games sharpened hunger.
Penthouse door clicked shut. Sheer curtains billowed. We crashed onto king bed, Egyptian cotton whispering. Hands ripped blouses. Her mouth devoured mine, tongue fencing fierce. Skirt hiked, no panties—wet lips parted, clit swollen. I thrust fingers in, hot clench milking. She gasped, nails raking my back. ‘Fuck me now.’ Cock rigid, slammed home. Pussy gripped vise-tight, juices soaking sheets. Rode her reverse, ass bouncing, champagne bottle rolled forgotten. She bucked wild, walls pulsing orgasm. I exploded deep, seed flooding.
The Excess
Breathless, she murmured, ‘Your father’s lover, but you fuck better.’ Kiss lingered, salty sweat.
Earlier fumblings echoed: cousin’s taste on tongue, tangy new; premature spurts in pants confirming gear worked; Palace brunette’s no-underwear strip, tight cunt devouring before she slept solo.
Married women taught: greedy mouths on shaft, asses presented on brocade sofas. Discreet, no demands.
Rally ride sealed wife fate—angelic girl, but reproaches soured.
True spark: cafe spark to energy surge, arms locking perfect. Flirt peaked in hushed suite. Her gourmet touch: slow licks tracing veins, pussy enveloping inch by inch, eyes locked. Infinite tenderness, orgasms shattering like crystal.
Penthouse hush returned. Sheets tangled, city lights blurred through tinted glass. Secrets sealed in marble bathrooms, steam erasing traces. Father’s glare unspoken. Wife’s complaints faded. Au pair’s lesson echoed in every moan. Elite walls guarded all—pond ripples, suite climaxes. Every encounter, first time anew.
