Rachel Seduces Sarah, Who Seduces Her Brother
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Rachel arrived in Paris. She had committed herself to work at a shelter for orphaned immigrant children and she was looking forward to helping those children.
Rachel checked into the opulent Sheraton Hotel near the Eiffel Tower, knowing this would be her last fun expenditure for the next year.
A beautiful, hotel worker carded her hotel room. Her name was Sarah and she was the sexiest thing Rachel had ever set her eyes on. "Is that all madam", Sarah said in a pussy licking accent, that made Rachel begin to drip, to pour out her wetness.
"I should just tell her,” Rachel thought. "Fuck it. I'm sick of my bashfulness."
"I want to make love to you," Rachel said, launching into the greatest sexual risk she had ever taken.
"Yes Madam. I would like to fuck you. You have $100 U.S.?", a strange question Rachel thought for a hotel like this. "Why yes", and she searched through her pocket book.
Rachel looked so seductive to Sarah, who had seen and made love to a dozen women since her 16th birthday, and first day at the Sheraton. Today was her 18th birthday, and she would make it a good one. Today she would explore Rachel's body and uncover the mysteries of her cunt, her ass, and her mouth.
Sarah leaned forward and unabashedly kissed Rachel's ear. She whispered to her, "I am inside of you, now. Feel my tongue in you."
Rachel leaned back against the bed. She collapsed onto it and simultaneously passed Sarah the $100. Sarah plucked the $100 out of her hand, and dropped it into her apron.
"I am finished for the day. I have no plans until tonight", Sarah said. "It is my birthday."
Rachel was melting, melting, into a puddle hearing this French nymph's manipulation of English through a filter of the most sexy, childlike accent she had ever heard.
Her words were fucking her pussy. Sarah’s tongue, teeth, pallet - all those things in her mouth that formed a word, were ravaging Rachel. She felt as though sentences were pumping her swollen lips, and grammar and punctuation were sucking on her little but might clit.
Sarah called the front desk and told them that she was done for the day. A short but evident conversation in French followed. I caught a couple of words I had learned from a La Belle song in the seventies - voule vuquu che avec..... .something about sleeping with me!
The front deskman, Richard, knew Sarah well. $50 would be his after a pretty much effortless task. Richard dug into his locker and pulled out a bag that looked custom made. It was hard on the outside and would easily be protected by a gunshot, or the damage caused by being sucked out of an airplane at 30,000 feet.
Richard headed over to the elevator and pressed 27 - floor 27. The elevator started to rise and Richard began to remember the first time he had made love to Sarah. They had started here on the same day, only two years ago.
Their parents has spotted an advertisement in La Press looking for hotel workers and the next day Sarah began her job as assistant hotel hospitality associate, and Richard, her older brother by two years, became the front desk clerk.
It was the perfect setup. Like every other hotel, there were always vacancies and Sarah and Richard would sneak off to one of the presidential suites, and smoke a joint and watch porno.
After a while Richard began to watch Sarah instead of the TV. After a few minutes of every movie, especially the lesbian ones, she would start rubbing her crotch, and pulling up her dress. Her breathing grew heavier and heavier, and so did mine.
Sarah had no inhibitions, ever. She was lying in front of her brother and her finger was deeply impaled inside of her cunt. She had two fingers inside her now, and she was attacking her clit with strokes, pulls and rubs -- I was afraid she'd yank it right off.
I sat and watched and my penis pushed against my pants. She had three fingers inside her and she looked at me. Shit. I'm dying. Her eyes made me melt.
Richard, I want you to put your finger in my ass. My head blew off my shoulders. "Her ass", I thought. Why couldn't I stick it in her mouth,”
Richard moved over because she was a South Pole magnet and he had become the North Pole. She raised her legs into the air and he smelled her juices and saw her lips, imploding and exploding from her fingering.
He was dying. Do you know what it is for an 18-year-old guy, watching a 16-year-old beauty masturbating? Do you have any idea what it is like to watch your sister, who you love deeply, and have always been seduced by, frigging herself?
This was greater than my Bar Mitzvah!!
The young man, with deep, dark brown eyes,and jet black long hair, moved forward because he trusted her. He jelled his middle finger with KY and found her hole. Slowly but deliberately, unlike the actions of an 18 year-old, Richard pushed his finger up into her ass.
Sarah was passing out. And coming back to life. She was crying, laughing and yelling and whispering like an absolute madwoman, like a fox or a wolf or a coyote. Her cunt was dripping out of control and a shower of juices rained out from inside of his sister.
I could barely keep my finger lodged in her ass. She stood up while all this was going on, her back to me - and I stayed with her. She began to sway back and forth. Slowly, Sarah leaned against the wall and bent over.
She looked back, as far as she could and said, "Richard put your cock in my ass."
"There is a God. There is a God," Richard said aloud. He wished his friends could be here with him.
His cock was at her entrance. She was bucking.
His cock was an inch inside of her, she was wild.
