Heavenly Sisters: Chapter 5

Abstract: Chapter 5 of 7: Makena takes Katey to the spa to prepare her for an evening with Imamu. All her body hair is removed, then showered, and make-up applied. Makena takes Kately back to her room and dresses her. After dinner, all the ladies go to Imamu's master suite where Imamu has sex with Katey while Sofia and Gabby assist. Thereafter, Katey spends the night with Sofia.

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The sun dipped low on the horizon, painting the Ibiza sky in strokes of molten gold and fiery pink as Makena led me away from the beach cabana. Sofia's touch still lingered on my skin - her fingers tracing lazy patterns over my naked curves while we lay tangled together, our bodies slick with sea salt and the remnants of our shared ecstasy. We'd retrieved our scattered swimwear from the waves, laughing like conspirators, but now, with Makena's firm hand in mime, that intimate bubble burst. Sofia blew me a kiss from the cabana, her dark eyes promising we'd reunite soon. I wanted to pull her back, to lose myself in her again, but Makena's presence was commanding, her gold necklace glinting like a talisman of this hidden world.

"You're glowing, Katey," Makena said, her voice smooth as polished obsidian. She was taller than me, her lithe frame wrapped in a flowing kaftan that whispered against the sand. "Imamu will be pleased. Come, we have preparations." We wove through the manicured paths of the estate, past hibiscus blooms heavy with perfume, until the spa's arched entrance appeared - a sanctuary of cool marble and flickering lantern light. No harsh fluorescents here; instead, the air hummed with the scent of jasmine oil and distant waves crashing against the cliffs.

Inside, the aesthetician, a petite woman named Lira with hands like silk, awaited us. She guided me to a padded table draped in fresh linens, her smile professional yet knowing. "Imamu prefers his women smooth," Makena explained, settling into a nearby chair. "Every inch. It's a ritual, a way to bare yourself completely." I nodded, my pulse quickening at the vulnerability of it all. Stripping down again felt natural after the jet ski, but this was deliberate, intimate in a way that made my skin prickle.

Lira worked efficiently, her tools warm and precise. First, the shave: she lathered my pubic mound with a creamy foam that tingled against my folds, the razor gliding over the coarse hair I'd always kept natural. Stroke by stroke, she cleared it away, exposing the soft skin beneath. I watched in the mirror across the room, mesmerized by the transformation - my pussy lips now bare, pink and sensitive, every nerve ending alive to the air. "Breathe," Lira murmured as she moved to the bikini line, then lower, trimming the fine hairs around my ass. The sensation was oddly arousing, a gentle scrape that sent little jolts to my core, reminding me of Sofia's fingers parting me earlier.

Then came the wax. Hot strips pressed against my underarms, legs, and the freshly shaved mound. The pull was sharp, a quick burn that morphed into a strange euphoria, leaving my skin flushed and impossibly soft. Lira saved the most intimate for last - waxing my labia, the outer lips tugged smooth, then the inner folds carefully, meticulously. I gasped at the exposure, the cool air kissing my newly bare pussy like a lover's breath. No hair to hide behind now; I was open, ****, ready. Makena watched approvingly, her eyes tracing the changes. "Perfect. He likes to see everything, to claim every part."

Makena escorted me to the spa's shower area, all white linens and gauzy curtains billowing in the sea breeze. A steaming shower awaited, scented with eucalyptus. two ladies came in to wash me. I stepped under the spray, letting the water cascade over my smooth body. As I stepped away, they started to wash me with soft loofas. When one rubbed my breasts, then my smoothy waxed pussy, I felt electric, hypersensitive. Touching my clit sent a shiver through me, a preview of what was to come. They toweled dried me, then generously applied sweet sandalwood oils all over my body, spending ample time over my most private areas. As a final touch, they applied my make-up: smoky eyes to deepen my gaze, lips painted a bold crimson that screamed invitation. I looked stunning and sexy - like the most beautiful women in the world.

Makena took me back to my room and dressed me in a gown that clung like liquid silver - sleeveless, with a plunging neckline that bared the swell of my breasts and a thigh-high slit that teased with every step. She stepped back. "Stunning. Absolutely stunning. Dinner first, in the grand hall. After... you'll accompany Imamu and the other ladies in his master suite."

My stomach fluttered. "The other ladies? In his mater suite?"

She nodded, fastening pearl earrings to my lobes. "It's how we celebrate. Katey, you will be expected to have sex with Imamu." Her words hung in the air, direct and unyielding. I swallowed, heat pooling low in my belly despite the nerves. "Depending on his state of eroticism, it can be uncomfortable for your first time. Depending on his sexual arousal, he can get quite aggressive. But I'll make sure Sofia stays with you. She can help you through it. You two have quickly become close. I saw how you looked at each other on the beach."

Relief mixed with anticipation. Sofia's touch had unlocked something in me, a boldness I didn't know I possessed. "Thank you," I whispered, meeting Makena's eyes in the mirror. She smiled, but there was a flicker of something else - regret? Longing?

As Makena turned to leave, she paused at the door and said, "Imamu is taken by Gabby. I've never seen him like this with any woman before - even me. She's wild, draws him in like a storm. But you, Katey - you're a much more beautiful woman - inside and out. Hold onto that."

Her words lingered as I made my way to the grand hall, the estate alive with the murmur of voices and clinking glasses. The room was a feast for the senses: long tables laden with platters of grilled octopus, spiced lamb, and fresh figs drizzled in honey, all under a vaulted ceiling strung with twinkling lights that mimicked a starry night. Imamu sat at the head, his broad shoulders filling out a crisp white shirt, unbuttoned just enough to reveal the dark planes of his chest. Gabby was beside him, holding his hand, her laughter bright and reckless. She leaned in to whisper something that made him grin - that same predatory smile from the nightclub.

Sofia caught my eye from across the table, seated between two other Heavenly Women, her red lips curving in a secret smile. She mouthed, "Soon," and I felt a rush of warmth, my bare pussy clenching under the gown. Dinner passed in a haze of flavors and flirtations - Imamu's gaze occasionally sweeping over me, lingering on the curve of my neck, while Gabby held court, her stories of our Ibiza nights drawing chuckles. I ate sparingly, my body thrumming with expectation, memories of the jet ski's wild ride fueling fantasies of what the suite might hold.

When the meal ended, Imamu rose. Instead of leaving alone towards the master suite, preparing himself for the arrival of the ladies, he held Gabby's hand as they left together. After a few more minutes, Makena rose, signaling the shift. "Ladies, you are now wanted in the master suite." Heavenly women and guests alike followed like a procession of silken shadows. Sofia came up from behind, grabbed my hand and held me behind. once we were alone, she softly kissed me and whispered "Don't worry about this evening, I'll get you through this. We'll stay close together." As we walked together towards the master suite, I said "Sofia, I can't stop thinking about you since I first saw you today." Sofia smiled, kissed me again and said "that's so sweet Katey. It feels so good being with you."

The suite was a palace within the mansion: vast, with a massive four-poster bed, that could sleep perhaps 20, draped in mosquito netting, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the moonlit sea, and a sunken lounge area scattered with plush cushions. Incense burned in brass holders, filling the air with musk and spice, and soft music.

Imamu was on the center of the bed, already naked, dark skin gleaming under the low lights. His presence commanded the room, Gabby laid next to him. He pulled Gabby into a deep kiss that left her moaning softly. As the ladies came in, they disrobed and got into bed next to him. Each women taking turns - worshipping his body - allowing him to lay claim to whatever suited his passionate desire.

Sofia's hand slipped into mine, guiding me forward. Other women mingled, some pairing off in quiet embraces, but the focus narrowed to Imamu, Gabby, Sofia, and me. He drew us to the bed, Imamu's fingers started touching my body. "Beautiful," he murmured. I was before him, as his property for now - smooth - hairless - his for the taking - as Makena had prepared me. Imamu's eyes darkened as they roamed my body, pausing at my bare pussy. "Exquisite. So ready."

Sofia came up and kissed Imamu, her hands working his cock - thick, veined, massive, already half-hard and imposing, stroking him to full length. She pressed against my back, her lips on my neck. "Breathe with me," she whispered, her hands cupping my breasts, thumbs teasing my nipples to peaks. Imamu watched, his cock twitching as Sofia knelt, taking him into her mouth with a hungry slurp. She bobbed slowly, tongue swirling the tip, saliva trailing down the shaft. "Like that Katey," Sofia encouraged, one hand sliding down my stomach to part my smooth lips. Her fingers found my clit, already swollen, circling with expert pressure. I moaned, leaning into her, the sight of Sofia's lips stretched around Imamu's cock.

He beckoned me closer, and Sofia guided me closer. "Taste him," she urged, and I did, tentatively at first - my tongue flicking the underside, salty and warm. Imamu groaned, his hand in my hair, gentle but firm. Sofia pulled back, sharing him with me, our tongues meeting over the throbbing head in a messy, erotic kiss. Gabby joined, her mouth on his balls, sucking softly while we worked the shaft. The three of us worshipped him, lips and hands everywhere, his cock slick with our spit. "Good girls," he growled, hips bucking lightly.

But he wanted more. Lifting me effortlessly, Imamu laid me on my back, spreading my thighs wide. "So bare for me," he said, fingers tracing my pussy lips, dipping inside to feel my wetness. I was dripping, the smoothness heightening every touch. Sofia laid beside me, kissing me deeply. Imamu was about to fuck me, but Sofia is the one I wanted to be with.

Imamu positioned himself, the head of his cock nudging my entrance. "Relax," Sofia soothed, she continued to kiss me passionately while her fingers, joining with his cock in stretching me. Gabby sucked my breasts then got on her knees to kiss Imamu on the lips, as he pushed in slowly in me, inch by thick inch, the stretch burning sweetly. "Oh Katey...... You're so tight," he grunted, pausing to let me adjust. It was uncomfortable at first, the fullness overwhelming, but Sofia's hand rubbing my clit eased the way, comforting me with her kisses, turning pain to pleasure.

He bottomed out, filling me completely, and began to thrust - deep, measured strokes that hit every sensitive spot. He shifted, hooking my legs over my shoulders for a deeper angle, pounding harder. "Katey.... So beautiful.... So wonderful....." he said, as I clenched around him, milking his cock.

The room filled with our sounds: wet slaps of skin, gasps, the creak of the bed. Imamu's pace quickened, his cock pistoning into my pussy, the friction building a fire in my core. "Cum for me," he commanded, and I did, my orgasm ripped through me, walls fluttering, as Imamu pumped me deeper, Sofia kissed me passionately, rubbing my clit while Gabby sucked my breasts. Imamu followed seconds later, groaning my name as he buried himself to the hilt. "Oh Katey, I’m cumming.... I’m filling you up!" Hot spurts of cum flooded me, pulse after pulse, the sensation obscene and intimate. He collapsed onto me, we were both panting, his weight a comforting press. We lay there, tangled and spent, until he pulled out with a wet pop, his seed trickling from my pussy onto the mattress.

Gabby and the other women surrounded Imamu, taking their turns with him. Sofia moved me gently away to the other side of the bed. She kissed me and whispered in my ear, "That was so erotic, I need to have you all for myself now. But first, let me clean you." while on my back, Sofia kissed my neck, then breasts, to my stomach, then spread my legs and began to eat Imamu's cum from my pussy. With her clit licking and fingers deep inside me to squeeze out more cum, I had another mind-blowing orgasm. We laid together, cuddling and kissing, watching the other ladies please Imamu. As the night wound down, we both kissed Imamu goodnight and thanked him for giving us pleasure - as is customary. We found out that Gabby and another woman Gabby had been having sex with, would be spending the night with Imamu.

As we gathered our clothes and walk out of the master suite and into the hallway, Sofia put her arms around me, gave me a passionate kiss, looked deep into my eyes, and said "Katey, please spend the night with me." I stared back at her with the same passion. "Sofia, I'm not going anywhere without you." I followed Sofia back to her room and spent the night with her.