by Rex Gordon
"Yes," Leslie hissed. "I would love to lick it."
"Ohhhhh," Judy moaned, and almost involuntarily, she bent her knees spreading the wet crack of her pussy, and opening it to her friend.
Leslie slid her hands from the crux of Judy's knees, up behind her legs, thighs to her ass. She moved her face forward. With her tongue, she touched the mound of Judy's pubis then the inner part of her thighs, reciting the lesson she had learned this morning. It was as if Leslie were teasing her now in the same way that Judy had instructed her to tease herself.
"Oh, yes. Do it. Do it," Judy moaned.
Leslie pushed her dark hair out of the way. She moved her tongue closer and closer to the folds of Judy's pussy, and Judy shivered with anticipation.
By the time she touched the outer folds, Judy was already shaking with excitement and dripping with anticipation. When Leslie moved even farther and touched the inner folds with just the tip of her tongue, Judy nudged her pussy forward against Leslie's mouth.
Leslie took a deep intake of breath and the shudder drove Judy to something she would never have imagined doing. She put both her hands on the back of Leslie's head and brought Leslie's face even harder against her pussy.
"I … I … I don't want to make you do this if you don't want to," Judy said quickly and desperately, but she wanted it.
"It makes no difference what she wants. It is what I want her to," Armand said.
"And I want to do it," Leslie mumbled into Judy's pussy. "Mmmmm, yes, I want to do it."
"You must see that she does," Armand said. He stepped over to Judy and stood behind her, pressing his hard cock against the crack of her ass. He brought his hands under her breasts, brought his mouth to her neck. Then he smelled and kissed her scent, and his cock seemed to search for her anus.
"No," Judy said. "I'm not going to let you do that to me. It's a virgin spot that I've saved for my husband."
"But your husband is not here now," he said, practically laughing at her.
"All the more reason to save it for him." As horny as she was, she was not going to betray Rick's trust.
Leslie's tongue rolled over Judy's clit.
"Oh!" Judy cried. Again she said "no" to any penetration of her anus by Armand's cock.
"Then I will fuck your pussy while she eats your clit."
"Yes, oh, damn, yes. Do that. Fuck me while Leslie eats me. Let her lick my pussy and your cock at the same time."
Judy was still standing, Leslie was still licking her clit, and Armand moved the head of his cock farther under Judy and pushed it inside her pussy. When he did, Leslie began to eat her with a new vigor.
"Armand taught me so many things in just a short time."
"Yes, he taught you good. This is good," Judy said, and she listened to the gentle licking sounds of Leslie's tongue on her clit, and the sloshing Armand's cock in and out of her pussy from behind.
Armand was squeezing and kneading Judy's tits and he was fucking her hard. In and outhe moved. Suddenly, his cock slipped from Judy's pussy. Without missing a beat, Leslie took his cock in her hands and sucked it as far into her mouth as it would go.
For a moment, Judy was riding his cock, but she had to get out of the way. She watched as her friend, who had never sucked a cock before this morning, seemed to devour Armand's. She sucked and slobbered without even touching it with her fingers, and at times, it seemed to flop away from her.
Judy could no longer stand to be odd woman out, and she climbed on the stainless steel counter and pushed both hands between her legs. She teased her clit with her index fingers, and moaned as she watched Leslie working her newly discovered magic on Armand.
She wanted that cock; yes, she wanted it. Rick had given her permission to fuck another man and she wanted it to be this sexy Frenchman, a full, rich fuck, not just the few strokes from behind.
Oh, God, she couldn't stand it, she thought, as she pushed two fingers into her pussy as far as they would go. She was moving them in and out like a small cock, but that wasn't enough to satisfy her. She went to three fingers, then four, but she could not get them inside far enough to satisfy her.
"It's my cock. It belongs to me," she whimpered. "Rick said I could have it and I want it."
"It belongs to another for the moment," Armand said, laughing at her.
He smiled while Leslie moaned and slobbered over him, doing with wild abandon, the very things he claimed she had never done with her own husband.
I'm going to come soon, Judy thought, and frantically looked around the bistro for something she could use to satisfy herself.
Yes, soon, and continued to move her fingers wildly over her pussy. She touched this, she rubbed that, she pinched another part of her feminine anatomy. She needed to be satisfied, but she needed something inside her.
"Uh," she moaned, unable to bring herself anywhere near to the completion she so desperately needed.
The thought occurred to her that this was a bistro. She rose quickly and rushed to the cooking area behind the counter, and she came back with a huge cucumber. She had forgotten to wash the cucumber and she realized that she had to clean it, but she did not want to look away from the sight of Leslie working so feverishly on Armand's cock.
With one hand she stroked her own pussy. With the other she held the cucumber. She licked it clean as if it were a cock. She pushed it inside her mouth as if she were sucking on the greatest of cocks. She turned it over and sucked the other end. At the same time she continued to use the fingers to fondle herself. If there were germs on the cucumber they were gone now, she thought, and she brought it down over her breasts as she had so often done with her vibrator.
"Yes, yes," she said, and brought the cucumber to her pussy, eased it through the opening, and pushed it most of the way inside her. She gripped the exposed end as if she was a man and it was her own cock. She had often wondered what it would be like to masturbate as a man, and now she imagined it. She pumped the cucumber in and out of her pussy with one hand and vigorously rubbed her clit with the fingers of the other.
"Oh, oh!"
I'm getting close, yes! I'm getting close. I'm getting ready to come. Yes, I want to come. I need to come.
"Oh, oh, oh," Judy moaned, still moving the cucumber in and out, still moving her fingers over her clit, and over her vaginal lips.
Yes, this is it. Yes, I'm coming.
At the very moment the pleasure ripped through her body to her brain, spine, and pussy, she heard Armand's strange cry of "Ooooo la! Ooooo, Ooooo, Ooooo," and knew that Armand had come into Leslie's mouth.
It was so good, Judy thought, and she watched the worshipful Leslie suck and milk down Armand's cock.
Armand stood shivering his pleasure for a long moment, then slowly lowered himself to his knees, pulling his cock away from Leslie. He brought his lips to hers, and e kissed her. His own come oozed from Leslie's mouth as their tongues churned against each other.
Finally, Leslie eased her mouth away from his and looked directly at Judy.
"Eat me, Judy. Please. I've eaten you. Please eat me."
"Yes," Armand said. "Eat her. And eat her well."
For a moment, Judy was stunned. For her to eat Leslie was something totally different. It was something she had never dreamed of doing. To be eaten by another woman was passive, an act that required no effort on Judy's part. But for Judy to eat another woman, even her best friend, was, was—
"Lick her," Armand said.
"No, I, I—"
How could she? How was it possible?
"But you must," he repeated, his voice deep and full of authority. "You must lick her and eat her the way she has done for you."
Judy looked into Leslie's pleading eyes, and she remembered how she had taken so much pity on her less than twenty-four hours ago. Leslie was her best friend, and as a friend, Leslie had eaten Judy. Now it was time for Judy to reciprocate, but how could she? It was, it was–
"Please?" Leslie said.
Armand lifted Leslie from
the floor and moved her to a sitting position on one of the chairs. Judy crossed to the chair and looked into Leslie's eyes, then slowly, went to her knees.
"Please?" Leslie whispered again, looking down at Judy.
Leslie's fingers were the first to move. They slid down over her stomach, over her pubis, and when they reached the slit, she spread the outer lips open with her index finger and thumb, exposing the throbbing pink interior.
"Eat me. Eat me, please?"
"Yes," Judy whispered." Even the single word that escaped from her mouth, seemed spoken in the voice of a stranger.
Judy knelt in front of Leslie, and moved her trembling fingers up the inside of Leslie's thighs. She spread the lips with her thumbs, and observed the wetness.
"Eat," Armand insisted.
"Yes," Judy said, and brought just the tip of her tongue to Leslie's clit.
"Ohhh."
Judy suddenly withdrew. She looked up at her friend and smiled. This time, instead of moving her tongue to Leslie's clit, she slid it between the inner and outer pussy lips.
Leslie moaned as Judy continued to lick between folds, knowing she was teasing her to anticipation of an even greater pleasure. Between the folds she went with her tongue. Once, twice, three times, she went, doing a complete survey of Leslie's most private parts. Then again, she licked at the clit, a bit harder than the last time, but her tongue stayed there no longer.
"More. Please more."
"Stop teasing your friend. Eat her!"
"Yesssss," Judy said.
She brought not just her tongue but her teeth to Leslie's clit, and tugged gently. she began to lick slowly and steadily, up and down, over the clit, and into the opening. She flattened her tongue; she pointed her tongue; she twirled her tongue. Judy was making every movement she had ever imagined and as she ate her friend, she thought of herself being eaten.
Nearby, Armand began to massage his own cock, and it brought a new excitement to Judy.
Leslie began to breathe harder. She began to whimper, and cry out; and as she did, a residual pleasure rippled through Judy's brain. Even as she went at her friend she imagined she was eating herself, imagined that the pussy she was licking, sucking and eating – yes, eating – was her own pussy.
Judy's mouth went vigorously at Leslie's pussy, but her fingers went frantically at her own.
"Oh, God, yes. Oh, God, yes!" Leslie cried, and her words drove Judy to an even to a greater frenzy.
Leslie wrapped her legs around Judy's head and squeezed. Judy could hardly breath, but she kept eating, kept sucking, kept licking, until Leslie went limp.
There was a long pause. Then Armand said, "Very good. And it is the first time for you both?"
"Yes," Judy said, and she was totally numb, and limp, and totally satisfied, but with a nagging, underlying guilt that Rick wasn't there to enjoy it with her.
"Yes," Leslie agreed. "Oh, God, yes, the very first, the very best."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
JUDY
"May I speak to you for a moment," the attractive blonde hotel manager called as Judy started through the lobby on the way back to the room.
"Of course."
The manager cleared her throat and adjusted her tiny glasses. "We have a situation with your husband and one of our employees."
"A situation?"
"Come into my office please," the manager said, and Judy did as she was asked.
They spoke for only a few minutes. At first, she was furious with Rick and it must have shown on her face, because the blonde began to apologize for even bringing up the subject. The longer the manager talked, the less guilty Judy felt about what she had just done with Leslie and Armand.
"Maybe I can come up with a solution," Judy said.
When she finished explaining, she asked if there was a bottle of champagne in the hotel bar.
"Perhaps it will make things go easier when I talk to him," she said.
She had been gone for three hours, and she knew Rick would be worried. She hoped to take the sting out of the entire situation by bringing the champagne, cold but uncorked, and she knew that champagne alone was not enough to make him comfortable.
She stood in the hallway in front of their room and looked down at herself. Rick was a visual person who often watched her every move while she dressed or undressed. She always wanted to be attractive and interesting to Rick, but now was a time to be enticing.
She put down the bottle of champagne on the floor and unbuttoned her blouse almost to her navel. Just the bra was not enough, she thought, and she pulled up on the flesh, fully revealing the nipple of one of her breasts.
He had been so good to her by letting her go with Armand and Leslie, and now she wanted to please him. For just a moment, she thought she would take off her panties, but she changed her mind. Damn it, if he didn't like her this way, he wouldn't like her any way. She unlocked the door, picked up the champagne, and stepped inside.
"I'm home!" she called.
She had expected him to be lying under the covers asleep or sitting the easy chair in the corner trying to understand French television, but he was in the bathroom, with the shower running. She pushed open the door, stepped inside
"I'm home and I'm ready to give you the fucking of your life," she said, as she pulled back the shower curtain.
She had surprised, but she was surprised too. He stood in the shower with his cock in his soapy hand, and his cheeks turned almost as red as Leslie's this morning.
"I can do that for you if you like," she said.
"Uh, wow! You look fantastic," he said, and he let go of his cock.
She put the champagne on the closed toilet seat and grinned, as she let him take in the image she had prepared for him. She knew how much he liked to look at her, and how much he loved her. The problem was to convince him that she loved him now more than ever.
"Well, do you want me to do that for you or not?"
"Of course I do."
Judy grinned. She knew that she looked both good and sexy and she knew how much it affected him when she got herself ready for him like this. Slowly, she opened her blouse, pulled up on her skirt and squatted to the floor outside the shower. She reached for the bar of soap in the tray and rolled it between her hands, gathering its lather and scent.
"You like this, huh?" she said, with both of her nipples poking over the top of her bra.
"Oh, yeah."
"Now my turn." She returned the soap to its holder. "Definitely . . . my turn."
She looked up into his eyes as she took his cock and began a slow, massaging motion with her fingers.
"You never have to do this yourself," she said, smiling. "All you have to do is ask."
"You're not always around."
"I'll always be around."
She pulled his cock closer to her mouth, and when she brought the soapy taste to her tongue, he moaned his approval. She began to work on him with hand, lips, and tongue, adding the additional dimension of taste to her own pleasure. There was something about the taste of soap that she liked. Maybe it went all the way back to when she first started to masturbate.
She moved her hand faster and faster. She rolled her tongue and sucked his cock. God, she loved it. He was all hers now, and she was in control. She knew the warnings of when he might come, and he was now getting dangerously close.
"Oh!" he said, as if he were going to come, but she knew she had successfully brought him from the pinnacle, and she wanted to draw him to another.
"Why did you stop?" he said.
She looked up at him and smiled. She wanted him to do something new and different, the act she had refused to let Armand and something she had never even given Rick before. She rose to her feet, grabbed a bottle of lotion from the sink and went into the bedroom.
"Where are you going?"
"Rinse and dry yourself off," she said.
"Should I finish this by myself?"
"No! Just shut up and do as I say."
She hung her blo
use and skirt in the armoire. Then stripped out of her skirt and panties and tossed them to the chair. She was still wearing her stockings and her high-heeled shoes as she leaned over the bed, showing her ass as she waited for him to come out of the shower.
"What are you doing?" He was drying himself off.
She said nothing. She just wagged her ass and reached back, holding the lotion in his direction. Whenever anyone tried to do that to her in the past, even Rick after she was married, it had frightened her. It also excited her, and now, on their vacation in Paris, she would try anything.
"Do you mean you want me to—"
She just grinned at him
"We've never—"
"I know we've never. That's why I am offering my virgin ass." I want you to fuck me there.
"Damn!"
When she wagged her ass again, he made a kind of smile that was mostly in his eyes, and he took the bottle of lotion. She loved him more now than ever, in spite of the fact that he had made out with the chambermaid without telling her. He poured the lotion, and started to rub it into in his hands.
"You're supposed to keep them slick, not make them soft. Put it on my behind too … in my behind as a matter of fact, because I'm going to need the lubrication."
He squeezed some of the liquid at the base of her spine and let it roll down into the crack.
"Work your fingers in there first, and loosen it up," she said. She was trembling, actually afraid of what was going to happen. She wanted him to go slowly, but as he rubbed the palms of his hands over her ass, and slipped his thumbs into the crack, working them toward her anus, he seemed too slow about it.
"Come on, you ninny. Push one of them in there. Push it, move it around. Make it sexy for your cock."
"Don't be in such a hurry."
He poured more of the lotion into the crack, and began to work it in. At first, it hurt only the slightest bit. Then it hurt more, and only the desire and the anticipation of what was going to happen kept her from crying out in pain. She had no idea whether he was working his thumbs or his fingers into her, but slowly and steadily, she began to relax.