September heat lingered over the Belgian coast. Dany called, insisting on her penthouse raclette bash. Marble floors gleamed under crystal chandeliers. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed the churning sea, waves crashing like our impending desires. I arrived reluctant, but her taunt—’coward’—stung. Eleven elite souls sipped vintage champagne, bubbles sharp on the tongue, fizzing like anticipation.
Table set with gold-rimmed plates, raclette cheese melting luxuriously. Dany’s sister Corinne burst in late from volleyball. At 18, she was transformed: 5’10”, raven hair to shoulders, obsidian eyes devouring the room. Tight shorts hugged her athlete’s ass; red crop top strained over firm C-cups, nipples hinting through damp fabric. We clicked instantly, laughter echoing off velvet walls. Cigarette breaks on the terrace, city lights below, her smile melting me.
The Privilege
Party peaked, guests fled. Dany hammered, slurring. I stayed to clean. Kitchen chaos: we plunged dishes, her splashing me playfully. Corinne giggled, her soaked tee translucent now, braless breasts swaying. Retaliation: soup plate doused Dany’s blouse, sparking water war. Glasses filled, shirts clung. Corinne’s curves glistened, shorts riding up.
Dany tripped on terrace tiles, head thudding marble. Bump swelled, but she laughed through booze haze. We hauled her to the king-sized bed, silk sheets whispering. Clock hit 4 AM. Kitchen mopped, I was sticky, drunk. ‘Shower before I go?’ Corinne eyed me seriously. ‘You’ll fall. I’ll watch your back—in the bathroom.’ Her voice husky, provocative.
Corridor lined in leather panels, her ass swayed hypnotically in wet shorts. Bathroom: steam-ready Italian shower, heated floors. I stripped clumsily, boxers last. Mirror caught her glance—cheeks flushed. Nude, erect, I stepped under jets, hot water cascading like silk.
Chats over the tiled wall. ‘Join me, you need it.’ Teasing. She resisted, citing Dany. Laughter. ‘She’s out cold.’ Pause. ‘Fine.’ Heart raced. Lights dimmed, summer moon lit her silhouette. Naked perfection: pert tits, flat abs, sparse bush.
The Excess
Back turned, she stepped in. Hip brushed my cock—steel-hard. Soaped her back, shoulders, dipping to glorious cheeks. Firm, round. Hands roamed, cupping ass. Breath quickened. Up to breasts, pinching nipples. She arched, turned head. Tongues met, savage. Body grind: shaft in crack, thrusting.
She worried pregnancy—no pill. ‘I’ll be careful.’ Frontal press, pubes tickling tip. Kissed down neck, sucked tits. Knelt, tongue circling navel. Legs parted. ‘First time.’ Gentle force. Lips on mound, tongue tracing slit. Tremors. Dove in, lapping virgin folds. She bucked, hands in hair. Lifted her onto shoulders, devouring. Clit sucked, tongue fucked deep. Orgasm hit: thighs crushed, juices flooded my mouth. Sweet nectar.
She knelt. Gripped balls, stroked shaft. Mouth engulfed glans—inexpert heaven. Sucked deeper, hands pumping. I face-fucked, hitting throat. Gagging, pinned. Climax: jets down gullet, overflow on face. She swallowed shocked, rinsed, calmed. Fears eased—’You made me cum hardest.’ Caresses reignited fire.
Water off. Plush towels, her glow in moonlight. Slipped to guest suite, Egyptian cotton enveloping us. Dawn sea view sealed our secret. Penthouse walls guarded the elite sin.
