Chapter 2

“Would you excuse me for a moment?” I said. “I put in a couple of bids right before dinner and I have a good feeling about tonight.”

I rose and walked off, hips swaying, feeling Nathalie’s eyes glued to me.

Five minutes later, I was back, toting a big white bag with the ski federation logo. The table burst into a applause. “What did you get?” Nathalie asked as I sat down.

“Well, it’s my lucky day, or our lucky day,” I said. “Weren’t you telling me that today is your ‘cheat day’ diet-wise?”

“Precisely,” Nathalie said. “We also have the day off tomorrow. Don’t tease me. What’s in the bag, Frederika?”

I reached in and produced a bottle of red wine. “This is the Merlot, from California. I also got a nice full-bodied Cabernet from France.”

“Le vin rouge, I love it!”

I leaned in and lowered my voice. “I’m enjoying our conversation so much, I’d like to continue it over a glass of red wine in your room, Nathalie.”

“Nothing would give me greater pleasure.”

After dessert and coffee, we made discreet separate exits. We met up outside the elevator.

Heading up to the seventh floor, we had the elevator to ourselves. I took full advantage. I placed my hands on Nathalie’s waist and ran them slowly, savoringly up her body. I cupped her sweet face in my hands and kissed her hungrily on the mouth. Our tongues touched as I caught a glimpse of our passion reflected in the mirror. It was a moment I’ll never forget.

Nathalie gasped. “Oh my God. We have a word in French, ‘expérimenté.’ You know this word?”

“Your French is better than mine except when it comes to kissing,” I told her.

“Expérimenté, it means ‘experienced.’ You are expérimenté, I can tell from how you kiss me. But I like also this word because it sounds like the English ‘experiment,’ and I like very much to experiment.”

“Taboos don’t concern me,” I said. “Pleasure does.”

The elevator door opened. We walked hand in hand down the hallway to room 769.

The harbour lights twinkled below. Both the queen-sized beds were strewn with clothes, makeup, and magazines belonging to the three sisters.

Nathalie tossed a bunch of stuff on to the bed closer to the wall as I put the wine on the floor. I took her in my arms and we lay entangled on the other bed, making out and exploring each other’s bodies with unbelievable excitement.

She had just kissed her way down to my throat and I was reaching up underneath her lavender dress when I heard two voices outside and the door opened. Denise and Catherine burst into the room. Nathalie let out a little shriek of surprise.

There was no way to deny what I’d been doing with their older sister, and frankly, I had no desire to. I faced Denise and Catherine with a questioning look.

The three of them burst into some excited Quebecois chatter, punctuated by many giggles. I heard several references to Shannon, their former masseuse. Denise and Catherine kicked off their shoes and sat down on the edge of the bed.

“Nice to meet you, Frederika,” said Catherine, sticking out her tongue. She had clearly had a bit to drink. “Denise, open the wine.”

Nathalie looked at me. “You’re OK that they are here?”

“It’s their room too,” I said, smiling.

Denise uncorked the wine, poured everyone a glass, and gave me mine with a light kiss on the lips. Nathalie made no objection.

I proposed a toast. “To a magnificent evening that is only beginning.”

Our glasses clinked as we all made eye contact. After taking a deep sip, I put my glass down and kissed Nathalie again, my hand caressing her hair, keenly aware of the other girls’ eyes on us.

I am an exhibitionist and I always will be. God, I felt so fucking good. My cunt was soaked.

Catherine’s eyes flashed with undeniable enjoyment. “It’s good you are not so, how you say, inhibited like most Americans, Frederika.”

And then Catherine put her arms around Denise and kissed her full on the mouth, tongue to tongue. There was no mistaking what was going on. My clit was swollen beyond belief. Now I knew what those text messages Nathalie had sent at dinner were about.

Catherine tossed her golden hair back. “Did you like that?” she asked provocatively.

“Yes, but now I want to taste your lips too,” I said. I reached out, taking her by the wrist and pulling her to me. As our wine-stained mouths came together, Catherine reached up and placed her hands directly over my full breasts, stroking my nipples through the black velvet. God, her lips were even softer than Nathalie’s. I clutched hungrily at her 19-year-old ass, squeezing it and fondling it, my fingers reaching up under the hem of her tights. I gasped and moaned with pleasure as I got what I deserved.

My eyes were closed but I could feel the heat of the other two sisters pressing in on either side of me. I caught a hint of Nathalie’s lilac scent before Denise put her arm around me and I joined the Tremblay sisters in an incredible, four-way, tongue-to-tongue kiss.

Oh God, it was everything I wanted. It seemed like forever before we pulled away.

“We share everything,” Nathalie said. “We don’t date men. We are always training. Always together. Shannon taught us how last year. You can keep our little secret?”

I nodded. “I want you. All of you. I want to do everything tonight.”

We began to play an exquisitely sensual game. I reclined in a huge leather armchair in the corner of the room, my gown rolled down and bra cast aside to reveal my magnificent tits. Each sister took her turn coming over to me and saying something provocative before kissing me on the mouth and tonguing my nipples.

“I wanted you from the moment I saw you,” said Nathalie, running her tongue around my right areola before pinching it and sucking it in. God, she knew how to suck me.

“Will you sit on my face later tonight while my sisters watch?” said Denise. “That is my fantasy.” She took as much of my left tit into her mouth as she could while I stroked her hair. Nathalie and Catherine were removing each other’s clothes in the background.

“Outside the bedroom, Nathalie leads us, but in here she likes to do what she’s told,” Catherine explained between hot impulsive kisses. “I’m a top like you, Frederika. I’m the youngest sister and I want to get what I want!” She sucked my tits as if she couldn’t get enough.

I took Catherine by the wrist again and we got on the bed, lying back and spreading our thighs in a wide V formation.

As the older two girls came toward us in the nude, Catherine yanked off her tights and underwear. I simply yanked my black lace thong to one side, while both of us hiked our dresses up. It was intensely exciting to feel our dominance over Nathalie and Denise.

“Go on, girls,” I said commandingly. “I want to feel your tongue between my thighs, Nathalie. And I want Denise to eat Catherine out — for my pleasure.”

As Nathalie went down on me, I groaned loudly with pleasure as her tongue tantalized my inner labia before lapping at my clit in circles. “Fuck! I need this! I fuckin’ need this…”

My head turned to the side. I seized Catherine’s hand and the raw pleasure on her face mirrored mine. Denise was tongue-fucking Catherine’s 19-year-old slit. “Oui, oui!” gasped Catherine. “C’est ca, ma fille…c’est ca! Ah, sur le clito…mon Dieu…”

I couldn’t make out everything she was saying but her words just got me even more soaked.

Nathalie started fingerfucking me and now I needed all three sisters on me. I pulled Catherine into me. “Suck my fuckin’ tit again! Do it!”

Denise came around the other side and took my breast fully into her mouth again. I was stiffening up as the two younger sisters worshipped my tits and Nathalie fucked my spread-open cunt. I was getting ready to explode. “Jesus Christ…oh motherfucker…fuck the shit out of me girls…ahhhhhhh…I need to come so fuckin’ hard.”

I screamed out and rolled to the side as my orgasm made my whole body convulse. The three girls wrapped their arms around me, kissing me feverishly, the heavenly feeling of smooth sensual bodies enveloping mine. It was one of the biggest orgasms I’ve ever had in my life.

I fell asleep as they stroked my hair and kissed me. When I awoke, I was disoriented.

Nathalie was sitting at the end of the bed, wearing a white fluffy bathrobe, her cheeks flushed and her hair charmingly dishevelled.

“What time is it?” I asked.

“Only 10:45,” Nathalie said.

I heard a splash from the bathroom and a gasp of delight.

“I think you should go in there,” Nathalie said. “Denise and Catherine have something they want to show you.”

This unforgettable, shocking, and delicious night wasn’t over yet.