Isabella's first blowjob

As the door closed behind them, the world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the three of them, their hearts pounding in unison. Nicolás looked at them, his expression a mix of tenderness and barely restrained hunger. “Are you sure this is what you want?” he asked again, his voice low and soft.

“Yes,” Isabella whispered, stepping closer to him. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

Nicolás nodded, his hands moving to the buttons of his shirt. He undid them slowly, one by one, revealing his tanned skin and muscular physique. Isabella and Bianca watched in silent fascination, their eyes roaming over his body as he stripped off his shirt, leaving him half-naked before them.

Isabella’s breath caught in her throat as she took in the sight of him, her fingers itching to touch him, to feel the heat of his skin against hers. Bianca seemed equally entranced, her cheeks flushed with arousal.

When he was finally undressed, Nicolás stood before them, his body a canvas of taut muscle and gorgeous skin. He held out a hand to Isabella, beckoning her forward.

Isabella stepped closer, her hand trembling as she reached out to touch him. His skin was warm and smooth, his muscles firm under her fingers. She traced the lines of his body, marveling at the contrast between them—his strength and her softness, his experience and her innocence.

Bianca watched them, her eyes dark with longing, her fingers twitching with the desire to join them. Nicolás turned to her, his eyes inviting, and she jumped forward, her hand joining Isabella’s on his body.

Together, they explored him, their fingers trailing over his chest, his stomach, his back, and finally, lower. He drew in a sharp breath as they each found a side of his trousers and worked to unbutton the garment, sliding it down his hips to reveal the last layer of clothing between him and them. Isabella's heart raced as she took in the bulge straining against his underwear, her curiosity and desire mingling into a heady mix of anticipation.

Bianca was less patient. She reached out, her fingers tracing the outline of his erection through the thin fabric, eliciting a low groan from Nicolás. Emboldened, she grabbed it entirely, her grip firm and confident, and began to stroke him through his underwear. The effect was immediate—his hips bucked forward, seeking more of her touch, his breathing becoming ragged and uneven.

Isabella watched in fascination, her own body responding to the sight of their shared lover's pleasure. She reached out a single finger tentatively and poked at it through the fabric, feeling the warmth and the hardness of his cock underneath. It was a foreign sensation, so unlike anything she had touched before, and yet so undeniably enticing.

The two girls giggled in nervous excitement, their touches becoming bolder and more adventurous, their confidence growing as they watched Nicolás respond to their every movement. They took turns exploring his body and teasing him through his underwear, each of them delighting in the power they held over this strong, handsome man.

Finally, Nicolás could take no more. He grabbed Isabella's and Bianca's wrists in each hand, guiding them to the waistband of his underwear, encouraging them to remove the last barrier between them. Isabella's fingers trembled as she slowly peeled the fabric down, her heart pounding in anticipation of what lay beneath.

As his underwear slid down his legs and pooled at his feet, Isabella's eyes widened. His cock sprang free, standing proud and erect against his stomach. She had never seen a man naked before, and she marveled at the sight of him, so different from her own body. The shaft was long and thick, with a smooth, rounded head, and it was surrounded at the base by a thatch of dark, curly hair. A droplet of clear fluid glistened at the tip, a testament to his arousal.

Bianca gasped softly, her eyes locked on Nicolás's cock. "It's so... big," she whispered, her voice full of awe and curiosity. Isabella couldn't help but agree, her own mind racing with a mix of trepidation and desire. Would it fit inside her? How would it feel?

Nicolás chuckled softly, his voice low and seductive. "Don't worry, little one," he murmured, cupping Bianca's chin in his hand. "We'll take it slow. I promise."

Isabella swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry. "What do we do?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She had read about sex, heard whispers from the older maids, but the reality of it—the weight of it—felt overwhelming.

"Just relax," Nicolás replied gently, his thumb stroking Isabella's cheek in a tender gesture. "Follow your instincts. Let yourself enjoy it."

With that, he guided them to the bed, his hands gentle but insistent. He lied down in the center, his cock still standing tall and proud, and pulled Isabella onto the bed beside him. Bianca followed, her movements tentative but eager.

For a moment, they simply sat and looked at him, their eyes roaming over his naked form, taking in every detail. Then, Nicolás reached out, his fingers lightly tracing the contours of Isabella's body through her nightgown. His touch was feather-light, sending shivers of pleasure through her. She leaned into his touch, her breath catching in her throat as he found the sensitive spot at the nape of her neck.

Bianca watched them, her lips parted in silent desire. She reached out, her hand joining Nicolás's, and together they explored Isabella's body, their touches gentle and reverent. They traced the curves of her breasts, the swell of her hips, and the softness of her thighs. Isabella's skin tingled with pleasure, her body responding to their every touch.

As they continued to explore her body, Isabella felt a growing ache between her legs, a need that seemed to consume her very being. She shifted on the bed, her thighs pressing together as she sought relief from the building tension.

Nicolás noticed her movements, and a knowing smile played on his lips. "Are you ready, Isabella?" he whispered, his voice husky with desire.

Isabella looked at him, her eyes wide and trusting. She nodded, her heart pounding in her chest as she prepared herself for what was to come. "Yes," she whispered back, her voice barely audible.

Nicolás reached for the hem of her nightgown, slowly lifting it up and over her head, revealing her naked body to him for the first time. Isabella felt a moment of self-consciousness, her cheeks flushing with heat, but the way Nicolás looked at her, his eyes full of hunger and admiration, chased away any doubts she might have had. He leaned over her, his lips capturing hers in a searing kiss that left her breathless. As their tongues danced, she felt his hand trail down her body, coming to rest between her legs.

She flinched, jumping out of bed, and Bianca giggled at Isabella's surprise. "Don't worry, it gets better," Bianca said. "Here, I'll show you."

Bianca swiftly undressed, dropping her nightgown to the floor and revealing her own naked body to Nicolás. He gazed at her, his eyes filled with desire, as he took in the sight of her. Her breasts were a little smaller than Isabella's, but they were firm and perky and her hips were wider, her thighs thicker, the neat patch of hair between her legs darker and fuller. She twirled, enjoying the attention, her hands moving to cup her breasts. "Do you like what you see?" she asked, a playful smile on her lips.

Nicolás nodded, his gaze locked on her body. "You're beautiful, Bianca," he said, his voice thick with desire. Bianca beamed at the compliment, giggling as she moved back to join him on the bed.

Bianca gently pushed Nicolás down, urging him to lie down as she positioned herself between his legs. She reached out, her hand wrapping around his cock, and began to stroke him slowly, her fingers gliding over the velvety skin. Nicolás groaned, his hips bucking slightly as she touched him. Isabella watched, fascinated, as Bianca leaned down and tentatively licked the tip of his cock, her tongue darting out to taste the drop of fluid that had gathered there. Nicolás moaned, his hands tangling in her hair, encouraging her to continue.

Bianca smiled up at him, then turned to Isabella, beckoning her closer. "Come here," she whispered, her voice low and seductive. "I'll teach you how to please him."

Isabella hesitated for a moment, uncertainty flickering in her eyes, but her curiosity won out. She stepped closer, her heart pounding in her chest, as she watched Bianca lean down and take Nicolás's cock into her mouth.

Isabella gasped softly as she watched Bianca's lips stretch around his thick shaft, her head bobbing up and down as she took him deeper. The sight was both erotic and overwhelming, and she felt a fresh wave of heat course through her body. Nicolás's groans filled the air, his hands gripping Bianca's hair tightly as she continued to pleasure him.

Feeling more confident, Isabella knelt on the bed beside Bianca, her hand reaching out to touch Nicolás's thigh. Bianca glanced up at her, smiling around his cock, and then released him from her mouth with a wet pop. She moved aside, giving Isabella some room, and whispered instructions in her ear.

Isabella's heart raced as she leaned down, her breath tickling the sensitive skin of his cock. She tentatively licked the tip, tasting the salty tang of his pre-cum, and then took him into her mouth. The sensation was strange, but not unpleasant, and she found herself enjoying the feeling of his cock throbbing against her tongue.

She began to mimic Bianca's earlier actions, her head bobbing up and down, taking him deeper with each stroke. Nicolás groaned, his hips thrusting gently upwards, urging her to continue.

Bianca watched with a satisfied smile, her hand reaching between her legs to pleasure herself as she observed Isabella's first blowjob. "That's it," she whispered encouragingly. "You're doing great."

As Isabella continued to suck Nicolás's cock, Bianca moved to straddle his face, lowering herself onto his waiting mouth. Nicolás wasted no time, his tongue delving into her wet folds, eliciting a gasp from Bianca. She rocked her hips, grinding against his mouth, as he pleasured her with his tongue.

The room filled with the sounds of their moans and sighs, the air thick with the scent of their arousal. Isabella's jaw began to ache, but she was determined to continue, fueled by her desire to please Nicolás and her growing confidence in her own abilities.

Nicolás's cock throbbed in her mouth, his groans muffled by Bianca's pussy. Isabella could feel him tensing, his body coiling like a spring as he neared his release. She quickened her pace, her head bobbing faster, her hand stroking the base of his cock in tandem with her mouth.

With a guttural moan, Nicolás's body tensed, and he erupted in her mouth, his hot, salty seed spilling onto her tongue. Isabella was momentarily startled, but she continued to suck, swallowing as much as she could until she had to let him go and cough up some of the thick liquid.

As Nicolás's orgasm subsided, he gently pushed Bianca off his face, his chest heaving with exertion. He sat up, his eyes locked on Isabella's, and pulled her closer, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. He could taste himself on her tongue, but he didn't care, his desire for her overpowering any sense of hesitation.

Bianca watched them, her eyes sparkling with mischief, as she continued to pleasure herself, her fingers slick with her own juices and his saliva. "I want a turn," she pouted, her voice breathy and ****. "Please, I need it."

Nicolás broke the kiss, glancing at Bianca with a knowing smile. "Patience, little one," he murmured, his voice low and seductive. "I need to recover."