First Time Shaved Bare by the Three Identical Sisters: An Erotic Awakening
On the train to Montpellier, boredom hits. I flip through a ‘charm’ magazine. Articles dive deep into pussy and ass, not brains. Then, a small ad catches my eye: ‘Aux Trois Sœurs’ salon. Face and body care, full body modeling, various waxes. The phone number screams Canet-en-Roussillon, my town. No address. Intrigued.
Next day, I call. Young voice answers. I ask about waxes, dreaming of a smooth pubis, cock, balls. Masseuses hate pubes in their mouths during blowjobs. Hygiene’s fine, but hairs stray. She pitches their ‘original, pleasurable’ method. Two days later, heart pounding, I hunt a residential street for the villa sign.
The Approach: Nerves and No Turning Back
Vestibule glows. Three women, thirties, identical except short hair: brunette, blonde, redhead. Slim bodies, perky tits straining white blouses, half-unbuttoned, thighs teasing. Triplets. Cléa, Léa, Maria. They laugh at my stunned face. Tension melts into playful vibe. No turning back now.
They lead me to a bright room, massage table center. ‘Undress fully.’ Clothes off, I lie on crisp paper. Music starts soft. They return in thongs only. Shocking beauty. Naked perfection. They chuckle again.
Blonde drapes towel on chest, redhead on legs. Brunette soaps warm cloth, washes my groin, spreads thighs. Redhead lifts my cock by foreskin. Blonde strokes hair. Pulse races. Cock swells, stiffens. No holding it down.
Cool spray shocks, shrinks it briefly. Thick paste applied, waits. They caress thighs, belly, chest. Too short. Wax strips rip amid distractions: blonde tongues my slit, frenulum; another deep-kisses, tongues dancing; pain fades in pleasure waves.
Cleaned smooth. Eyes meet. Blonde swallows deep, tongue swirling. Brunette fingers ass, squeezes balls. Redhead tongues my nipples, kisses fierce. Cum erupts. Blonde gulps, nearly chokes, savors. Laughter, champagne. Bald triumph.
Days later, craving their full body massage. Book it. Back at villa, blouses barely on, hair now all light brown—wigs before. Indistinguishable. Irrelevant.
The Instant: Raw Touches and Explosive Release
Futon room. Strip. They return nude. Flawless: firm apple tits, brown nipples, flat abs, shaved pubs with flame tufts, plump brown lips, perfect legs. My stare screams lust. Giggles.
Shower: douched, soaped, scrubbed everywhere. Cock hardens under rough glove on glans, balls, ass crack. Dried, tenting towel. Belly down on futon, cock tucked between thighs.
Six hands knead: shoulders, back, ass cheeks spread, finger teases hole, strokes piss slit. Cock throbs harder. Edge play, then flip.
One straddles belly, tits in reach. I suck, lick lavender oil. Cock kissed, pre-cum lapped. Another grinds wet pussy along shaft. Facesit: lick folds, clit swells, juice flows. Mouth engulfs cock. Overload.
Tsunami builds. Hips buck. Cum jets down throat. Roars, spasms. Cleaned tenderly. Hugs, whispers. Cloud descent.
Sage shower, tea. Legs wobbly, mind clear, soul alive. Innocence shattered, horizons wide.
