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Most of the next day, Ben spent with his father and Helen. On returning to the hotel, he dropped in at the reception. Christine welcomed him with an espresso. When they settled down with the desk between them, Christine gave him a conspiratorial smile. Pointing at the glass wall between the office and foyer, she said with a put-on pout and shrug of her shoulder:“Pity, we are so on view. This desk would be perfect for me to be photographed spread out on and climaxing like Erika. I’d be all for it, Ben!”Ben, for a moment only, was stunned before he answered, “So would I! Especially, knowing now that you and Erika share all your secrets and want to share me as well!”Then, nodding at guests walking through the foyer, Ben added, “It has been too long for us. Tomorrow night we will be ravenous! And this time, with no Gerd snoring next to us, we will have all night.”For some seconds, Christine and Ben contemplated that prospect in silence.Then Ben switched back to his earlier intention. He began telling Christine about Gerd’s plans for a commercial hunting-lodge, and that Gerd wanted to finance it by selling the hotel. Gerd had not known about his long-time friendship with her and Erika. Therefore, he felt safe about revealing his secret plans, and with Ben a short-time visitor, he could boast about his cleverness in planning this coup.Gerd, in his drunken state, Ben told Christine, laid bare his resentments and anger as additional motives. He got the impression that Gerd wanted as badly to be rid of the hotel as he wanted the hunting lodge. Doing so would free him of any further obligations to his and Christine’s business partnership. Ben swallowed the “- if not marriage!” as he watched for Christine’s reaction.Without any sign of surprise or anger, Christine contemplated for a while what Ben had related. Then, her voice calm, she said, “Thanks, Ben, for telling me. I’ve been wondering about the bistro-plan of Gerd since our weekend at the hut. Now I know what he is up to. I’ll see my solicitor and will prepare.”Then, with a smile that almost broadened into a triumphant grin, Christine added, “This could turn out to be fun! As the co-owner, I can block him from mortgaging the Hotel to finance his lodge. Gerd will need to mortgage his hunt and the forest! And he won’t be able to force a sale of our hotel to clear his debts.”The following two hours until dinner, Ben spent answering mail. Also, fired-up by Christine’s suggestions of her spreading out on her desk, Ben viewed the series of shots he had taken of Erika. The raunchy abandonment of all shame by Erika was incredibly sexy and beautifully honest. Ben was somewhat ashamed that he was almost tempted to send one of these intimate pictures of Erika to Christine as an inspiring turn-on.Close to dinner time, before she went home, Erika texted Ben:To Ben: – “Dearest, as you are leaving us on Sunday, I will ask C. for Friday afternoon off, if it suits you. By then, you should have recovered from Wednesday night! With what C. has in mind, I wish I could be there to ‘protect’ you. Or would I? Protect you, I mean? From talking to and being interrogated by C., I know all about her wish-list. She is a copycat!!! See you tomorrow at breakfast. Behave! E.”After dinner – Ben was watching television in his room – his iPad binged:To Ben: – “Have read E.’s rather telling text. I want an early night tomorrow (!!?), have asked Erika to be at the reception for me until 10. She has the night watch and will sleep in my room. I suspect she would love to join us instead! I did not feel like inviting her to our first night bahis şirketleri together. Should I have? C.”To Christine: – “Although it’s our second night, we should make it ours alone. Like E. though, I regret it too that our Threesome remains only half-realised. Never having had a ‘proper’ Threesome, aren’t you wondering what it would be like with us? Are both of you as curious and turned-on like I am? Could you arrange another meeting while I am in Germany? B.”To Ben: – “Wicked!!! How do you know us sexy sisters have never been in a Threesome? I will ask E. if she can be ‘persuaded’ (I’ll threaten her with going on my own!!) to come with me for an overnight (!!!) Christmas shopping trip to Salzburg or Munich. This time, you would have to partner us both!! C.”To Christine: – “What a meeting to look forward to, to think about over the next barren weeks with our inventively dirty minds! It will make our Farewells tomorrow night and Friday afternoon all the hotter and sweeter by not being a Goodbye! B.”To Ben: – “Will, for now, be lady-like, e.g., not start thinking dirty thoughts to take to bed. But God, there is tomorrow night! C.”This exchange of texts had taken more than one-and-a-half hours. While Ben answered quickly, Christine had put in lengthy pauses. Ben suspected it was only partly due to her reception duties. Ben helped himself to two mini-bottles of brandy from the room’s drinks supply while Christine kept him on tenterhooks waiting. Still, Ben had to admit that far from being annoyed, he relished the tension of waiting for Christine’s responses.When Christine signed off, Ben knew he had a night’s wait ahead. This critical exchange of texts about the realisation of their Threesome was not over. He expected, no, hoped there would come the concluding words from Erika the following morning. So, fortified with another mini bottle of comfort, Ben went to bed.For quite a while, however, sleep would not come. The challenge and associated imaginings of being in bed and making love with Erika and Christine kept more than his mind awake. Ben had never been in a threesome relationship. Also, until now, it had never really attracted his interest in such porn offerings.What he had sampled in the past days – motivated by his situation – had not given him any insights. The FFM ‘Sister’ Threesomes, although quite plentiful, were all commercial porn productions. With no amateur contribution, they were fictitiously unconvincing about how the partners responded to each other emotionally.However, one factor characterised almost all the threesome examples Ben had viewed: the passive role was assigned to the single-sex individual in the partnership. It amused and excited Ben thinking that this would most likely be the case for him. Thinking about it, lying in bed with an erection kept him awake for a long time.The following day, as he had hoped, Erika’s text arrived. It did not disappoint:To Ben: – “What a great idea: us three ‘Christmas-shopping’ in Munich! It almost felt as if C. tried to talk me out of coming along. As the older sister, I had to insist on coming! You know how much I like going shopping with you!! Will you be able to keep your eye on both of us as you did on me in Salzburg?? Or will we have to fight for your attention? That could be fun too! Love. E.”*On Wednesday morning, Erika sidled up to Ben on the from public view protected side closer than ever before. There was no hint of resentment about Ben’s and Christine’s coming night. But the way Erika leaned in and how her thighs closed and rubbed on Ben’s hand as it stole up to her bahis firmaları pussy, asserted her claim.When Ben returned to his room after dinner, Erika was already in charge at the reception. He smiled and nodded at her in passing. Ensconced behind the desk, she lifted and showed him the iPad. Then, putting on a studied pout, Erika poked out her tongue. He knew what she meant by her gestures.Therefore, Ben opened his Pad back in his room, but there was no text from Erika. Her pouty signal could have meant that Erika was obsessing about Christine’s sexy pictures on their iPad. So, Ben sent Erika a brief text, “Are you cross at me tonight? Remember, you agreed! Look at your picture. How could I ever love you any less?” He attached to his text the most beautifully explicit image of Erika twisting in orgiastic surrender on his desk.Then Ben decided to shower and to receive Christine, whenever she would come, in his bathrobe. All his attention could go then on seducing Christine, undressing her, without him having to scramble out of his clothing. When, after a leisurely shower, Ben left the bathroom, a surprise awaited him.Spread out on the bed, in her slinky dress, was Christine. With the water pouring down on him in the shower, Ben had not heard her enter.Christine had turned off the ceiling light. With only the bedside lamp on and she languidly resting on the pillows, Christine had not only created a provokingly seductive display. It was a message of unfinished business. She wanted the night to be an all-fulfilling conclusion and not a beginning!When Ben, smiling in surprised delight, stepped up to the bed, Christine’s words confirmed it, “I had the choice to wait for you naked under my dustcoat but decided to wear the dress. You know how this dress transforms me!”Christine paused. She edged her body close to Ben, licked her lower lip and murmured, “In this dress, on this bed, I wanted you to fuck me last time. But you concentrated on just taking my pictures.”Ben had sat down on the bed. There was nothing tentative in the way he started to run his hand down her dress. He knew that Christine welcomed the touching, especially through the sensually soft covering of her sinful dress. As she squirmed in pleasure under Ben’s possession-taking touch of her breasts and of his fingers parting the swell of her thighs, Christine murmured, “This time, your hands are free to touch me! No more gripping your iPad. Kiss me now, Ben! Yes, touch me but kiss me!”And they kissed: different now than the hurried, prepared-to-break-apart kisses in the car and at the cabin. Now their lips met and opened on each other, their tongues entwined, lovingly sucked and sunk in repeated relish into the depth and taste of the other’s mouth. There was nothing tentative, nothing hidden and reserved in their wanting to be one.Ben’s hands began to learn every secret of Christine’s body throughout the long minutes of their kissing. Her tongue twirled in excitement as Ben cupped her tits and brought her nipples into rampant arousal under the skin-tight cloth. Christine’s muscles tightened and throbbed under Ben’s hands as they gripped and parted her buttocks. He moaned into her mouth – “God, I love your sexy ass!” And Christine’s crying out as her ass squirmed in his grip was not in protest. And when Ben’s hand, eventually, parted her thighs and began to move the seam of her dress up to her crotch, Christine moaned a hoarse, “Yes, Ben! Touch me! Like you did in the hut! God, you made me come.”But Ben muttered a “No” as he pulled the dress down again to cover her pussy. He kissed kaçak bahis siteleri Christine’s neck and her shoulders that were left bare by the dress. Then, with his lips on her ear, he whispered, “You want to get fucked in this dress, don’t you?”“Yes, Ben! God, I wanted it last time!”“It’s a dress made to be fucked in! It slinks so sexily up over your luscious pussy and ass. So, I have to love you from the bottom up, peeling your pussy and ass out of its cover and make love to them first. Your sexy tits and the rest of you will have to wait. Do you want me to love you like that in your sexy-slinky, lick-me, fuck-my-pussy first, dress?”“Yes! God, yes! As long as we keep kissing and loving each other, not just fuck! I promise I’ll never wear this dress for any man but you.”Instead of making it into more of a confession, Christine burst into a laugh and began to push Ben’s head down. As it slid over the smooth material over her breasts, her tummy and pubes, her body squirmed in expectation. And when Ben, starting at the toes, began kissing his way up her legs, Christine joined him quickly at play. She held back and only centimetre by playfully granted centimetre spread her legs.The first time, still a handspan from her pussy, her thighs had not opened far enough for Ben to kiss their soft inside. In the hollows of Christine’s knees, his hands resisted the temptation to pull them open as his lips passed up and down her thighs. And all by themselves, they opened further with each passage of Ben’s lips and tongue. Eventually, he could put his love-bites onto the inside of her thighs.Finally, Christine’s spreading thighs slid her tight dress up past her trimmed bush. With a flicker of his tongue, Ben’s mouth repeatedly passed over the pussy’s mound and glistening slit as he continued to mark Christine’s thighs with kisses. Suddenly, with a gasping moan, Christine pushed Ben’s passing mouth against the lushly opening lips. His tongue dived into the wet-hot heat of Christine’s pussy, and his mouth filled with its alluringly sensual taste.It told Ben that it was not the time to be gentle. So, he gripped Christine’s buttocks hard as he sunk his curling tongue into her cunt’s opening, and her hands were pressing his head to urge it deeper. When Ben’s tongue switched to suck Christine’s clit out of its hiding, two of his fingers began to slide in and out of her slippery cunt. It took not long before the shudder in her groin, the arching of her body, and Christine’s gasping for breath signalled the onset of a first orgasm. And Christine allowed Ben no escape; her hands and thighs locked Ben’s mouth and tantalising fingers onto her bucking groin. And repeatedly, she gasped out, “Ben, I’m coming! I’m coming! Suck me, fuck me! God, you make me come!”When Christine released her hold, Ben moved up to embrace her. His face was wet from her pussy’ juices, but Christine immediately and hungrily sought his mouth. As his rock-hard cock slid unguided into Christine’s hot-slippery cunt, her tongue dived with a throaty moan deep into his mouth.And then Christine lifted both her legs, crossing them over Ben’s hips. She now met every thrust of Ben with a countering thrust or, more often, pressed and held him to milk his cock in her tight cunt’s pulsating depth. And she sang a beautiful, dirty love song. All too quickly for Ben, Christine’s breathless urgings to fuck her, to come and make her come again sucked him into a – groaning in protest – climax.Christine joined him, twisting and shaking and laughing out loud in her triumph. While his cock still twitched in the after-throes of his orgasm, Christine hurriedly withdrew. Turning swiftly, she threw herself over Ben’s midriff. She gripped his glistening cock and muttered, “God, I want you! I have always wanted you, all of you, even then as a girl!”

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