MENAGE A QUATRE: 36 Hours of Pleasure

by Rex Gordon

  "Stop fooling around. Fuck my ass!" she said, and she reached back to help him, spreading her own cheeks as he took his cock in his hand, and led the head to her opening.

  "Push," she said, and smiled to herself. She remembered when her pussy was virgin, how bad it hurt that first time, and how good it felt ever after that. "Fuck me. Fuck my ass, come on!"

  "I'm new to this."

  "Get on with it."

  He worked his hard cock around the lubricated opening. She wanted it fast because she was frightened. She wanted him to get on with it, just like she wanted her old boyfriend to get on with her first fuck.

  Suddenly, Rick stopped.

  "What is it?" Judy said.

  "Just be calm," he said, and she knew he was positioning the head of his cock at the opening, knew he was lining it up, ready to push. When he did push, not much of him managed to get inside.

  "More juice," she said.

  "Yes," she said, and in only a few moments of activity, she felt the cold lotion sliding down through the crack of her ass, and she heard the click, click of his fingers trying to open her even farther. After another few seconds, he pushed again, and more of his cock got inside her and it was starting to hurt bad.

  "No," she said. Yet, she wanted him to continue.

  "Yes," he said, and he pushed again.

  "Oh!" she cried out, mostly in pain as the length of his cock slid all the way inside her. Then the pain wasn't a pain any longer. It was something else.

  "But it hurts so good," he said, as he pulled part of the way out, causing her even more of the pleasure-pain she did not understand.

  She wanted him to stop, but she again remembered her first time fucking. Yes, it was hard and it hurt, but it was good later, and this would be good later still. She stiffened her hips, and tried to relax the opening. Slowly and steadily, he moved in and out of her, and it continued to hurt. She felt more of the cold lotion on her back. Out of his consideration for her pain, he was again lubricating both his cock and her ass, as he continued to fuck at the opening.

  "It's … it's feeling better," she said, only half convinced.

  "Yes," he said, and moved slowly, maybe too slowly now, because she wanted the pain to quickly become pleasure, and she knew it would happen from what other women had said about it.

  "More. Harder," she said.

  "Yes," he said, and began to pick up the tempo, going at her harder and harder, faster and faster. He put his hands under her belly to the crux of her hips to make certain he did not slip out on the backstroke.

  There was pain, but there was pleasure too, a slow pleasure that was beginning to gather and increase. New sensations were surging through her body. She experienced the pleasure in different organs and in different muscles. It was a whole new set of sensations: physical, mental, and emotional sensations evoked by her love for Rick.

  With his arms still wrapped around her middle, he rammed her harder and harder. He seemed insensitive to her pain. It was still there, but it seemed to dissipate with each stroke. He kept thrusting. The pain was almost gone now, replaced by new pleasures she had never before experienced. He was slamming in and out of her, grunting, groaning, and calling out her name.

  "Yes, Judy, yes."

  "Fuck me, Rick. Fuck my ass."

  "I am. I am," he said.

  She was grunting back at him and theirs was a symphony of grunts and groans, a symphony of pleasure and love. They knew exactly what they were doing. They were reconsummating their love with a sacrifice of mutual virginity as they had never been able to consummate it on their wedding night.

  At this, they were both virgins, and in this was a renewed consecration of love and their marriage.

  "Oh, Rick."

  "Yes, Judy. Yes, yes, yes, a thousand times, yes," he said.

  He was getting close to a point of exquisite pleasure and so was she. Those new and unusual pleasures surged and rolled and gushed. She screamed inside herself, but all she said was aloud, "Yes!"

  He was going harder, breathing harder, pumping harder, and she was pumping her ass back at him, joining him in movement, seeking their mutual pleasure.

  "Do it, do it," she said.

  "Yes," he said, pumping ever harder, going deeply into her touching the wall that separated the new cavity of pleasure from the old.

  "Oh!" she went, and this time it was not from pain.

  "Yes," he said. "Yes. Yes. Yes. I’m coming."

  "Me too, yes. I'm … yessss. Yes, I am."

  The pleasure came from everyplace inside her: pussy and ass, inside her brain and stomach and even at the very surface of her flesh. Her flesh, her pussy, her ass. It was all tingling. "Yesssss, I'm come, come, come ... inggg."

  "Yes," he said, and he gripped his arms tightly around her middle, holding himself inside her, as he emptied his come into the totally new cavity.

  "That was so bad, it was goooood," she moaned, breathing hard.

  "Yes. It was so bad it was good," he said, repeating her words.

  He held her for a long time, leaning over her back, kissing her neck and shoulders and trying to stay inside her, but at last, he slipped away.

  "I love you, Judy."

  ***

  BRANDON

  Not many totally useless secretaries got a check for four weeks pay and ten hundred dollar bills in the envelope with their pink slip, Brandon thought. He was popping through the Internet, trying to find a direct flight from Philadelphia or New York, but only BWI near Washington had a direct flight to Paris with an open seat in the next few days.

  He was on his way there now, but he was not sure Leslie would be glad to see him, so he decided not to call.

  When he reached her, he would try to make up for everything he had done or denied her. He would be a good husband like Rick, not the satyr he had been over the period of their marriage.

  He would take time with her, he would bring her along slowly, and he would try to teacher her what love and making love was all about. If they were lucky, they might be able to develop a relationship like Rick and Judy.

  ***

  RICK

  Judy was something special, Rick thought, as they stood together, facing each other and washing each other in the spray of the shower. It seemed that every moment they had together was a moment of pleasure.

  They fought, of course, as so many couples did, but the things they fought about were petty compared to the pleasure their love and companionship, and their fights had brought on even better sex.

  He smiled and kissed her gently on the lips, and she responded by taking her soapy hand and gripping it around his cock.

  "You are so very special," she said.

  "You are too," he said, as he slid his lips away from hers.

  "Leslie will be back in the morning," she said.

  "Good. We'll have all night together."

  "Are you sure I'm enough for you now?"

  "More than enough," he said.

  "How about the little chambermaid?"

  "What little chambermaid?"

  "The hotel manager told me about you and her."

  "I—" He looked away from her.

  "It's okay. You let me fuck Armand," she said, smiling.

  "I mean, the maid, she offered it to me on a silver platter."

  Even as they spoke, she was beginning to move her hand back and forth over the shaft of his cock. "As a matter of fact, it's more than okay," Judy said.

  He looked at her, and he seemed confused.

  "The manager suggested that you and I go to her office tonight and discuss it," Judy said.

  "Discuss what? I have nothing to discuss with the manager."

  "You're so cute when you're embarrassed. Apparently, you made quite an impression on both of them."

  "I don't know what you're talking about."

  "Of course you do," Judy said.

  She kissed him gently, but she slid her soapy body against his.

  "You're ready again? So soon?" he said.
r />   "Not yet," she said. "We've got unfinished business with the hotel."

  "Are we in trouble?"

  "I hope not."

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  JUDY

  "I don't understand why we're doing this. I feel like I'm some high school kid who's been called to the principal's office in the middle of the night," Rick said, as they stood in the elevator. They were both wearing terry cloth bathrobes, neither of which was sexy.

  "I want you to know that no matter what this woman tells me, it's all right," Judy said, as she watched the digital numbers high in the elevator.

  "Look, I confess, I did make it with the maid, but I told you that already. You must have pressed the wrong button, this is the basement."

  "It's where her office is," Judy said. "So, you made it with the maid. Did you make love to her?"

  "No. I fucked her."

  Judy looked at him for a moment. Then she stepped off the elevator. Sometimes he made love to her, sometimes he fucked her, and sometimes he did both. Sometimes, when he said he was fucking her, he seemed to her that he loved her the most.

  They walked from the elevator to the hotel office and Judy pushed inside. Colette, the manager of the hotel, looked up from some papers that were in front of her. Her long blonde hair was piled on her head and knotted in the back, and through her small, gold frame glasses, she glared at Rick.

  "Ah, yes, Monsieur and Madame Haines. Close the door please," she said.

  Colette rose from behind her desk, and Judy smiled to herself, because she knew how disconcerted Rick already was about the whole business.

  "Sit down, please."

  Rick lowered himself to his chair, his eyes never leaving Colette's.

  "Just what extra amenities do you think this hotel offers," she said, and she stood over him as if she were an actual high school principal he feared.

  "It's, uh, a very nice hotel," Rick said.

  Judy covered her smile with her fingers.

  "Well, monsieur, do you think the hotel is a brothel?"

  "No, of course not."

  "Do you think the chambermaids are yours for the taking."

  "No, I—"

  "But you took one, did you not? You took her while she was on duty?"

  "I—"

  "Silence! Do you think you should pay extra for such amenities? The girl's wages for a day perhaps?"

  "Of course not, but I think—"

  "Mrs. Haines, does your husband act like this at every European hotel he visits?"

  "This is the first European hotel we've ever been to." Judy was almost laughing now, but Rick was too petrified to notice.

  "Suppose that in payment for your indiscretion I were to take your wife?" Collette said.

  "What do you mean, take my wife?"

  Judy might be petrified now except that she and Colette had pre-planned every move before Judy returned to their room from the bistro.

  "Take off your robe, Mrs. Haines."

  Judy forced the smile away her lips and she looked into the stern eyes of the attractive hotel manager. For just a moment, she was as frightened as Rick was; but that lasted only until she saw the slight twist of a smile on Colette's lips.

  As she rose from her chair, she untied her robe and let it hang open down the front, and she felt the preparatory wetness ooze at her pussy. She knew what she was in for – maybe what both she and Rick were in for – and she wanted it. She had sex with Leslie, but it was the tentative sex of two inexperienced women, and she knew this would be different.

  "Your wife is quite lovely, you know," Colette said.

  "I, uh, I know. I don't think that this—"

  "Silence!" She held Rick's gaze for a long moment. Then she glanced the full length of Judy's body and she leered. "Nice. Very nice."

  Judy was trembling with excitement. She was not looking at Rick, but from the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of his hard cock as it poked through the slit of his bathrobe. This French bitch was turning him on and Judy loved it.

  "May I have some of your wife, as you have taken some of one of my employees?" Colette asked. She was speaking to Rick, but was looking into Judy's eyes."

  "I don't—"

  "Yes," Judy said, knowing that Rick wanted to see this as much as she wanted to do it.

  Another voice came from behind them. "I will help monsieur," said an attractive and very young woman in the uniform of a maid.

  "Yes, Genevieve. Please, help him," Colette said. "You know Monsieur Haines of course. This is his lovely wife. How is it you say? 'Judy?'"

  "Yes, ma'am.

  She knew that Genevieve must be the chambermaid in question. For just a moment, she was afraid and jealous, but it might be good to have someone satisfy Rick while she was being satisfied by Colette.

  "Yes, monsieur. I will help you," the maid said, and she went to her knees in front of Rick's chair, reached between the folds of the terry cloth, and took his cock into her hand.

  Judy could not get rid of the feeling of jealousy, but the jealousy was quickly replaced with the excitement she felt by seeing another woman take his rigid cock in her hand and bring it to her mouth.

  She let her own robe slide from her shoulders, and slip all the way to the floor. Colette stepped around the desk, and brought her lips to Judy's. The kiss was gentle, but only a moment before she slipped her tongue into Judy's mouth and twirled it hard against Judy's tongue. When Collette withdrew her tongue, Judy followed with her own and she moaned.

  "It sounds as if your wife is the one who needs pleasure," Colette said.

  She slid her lips away from Judy's and gestured to the edge of the desk for Judy to sit. Then she stood back and unbuttoned her suit jacket. When she removed the jacket and tossed it to the empty chair, her bra strap fell away from her shoulder, revealing one breast and its dagger-like nipple.

  "What are you doing?" Rick said, ready to come to Judy's defense.

  "It's all right," Judy said, as she spread her legs and exposed her pussy to Collette's touch. "Get your blowjob."

  "No, I— Ohhhhh."

  Judy's eyes were closed in ecstasy, and she could not see Rick and the chambermaid, but it made no difference now. She did not care what happened to Rick; she only cared about herself, and about the pleasure this beautifully dominant woman was bringing to her.

  Colette's fingers danced over the folds of Judy's pussy, flutter at her clit, and dipped into the opening as if she knew at every moment what Judy wanted to feel.

  "Give me your hand," Colette said. Then, not waiting for an answer, she took Judy's wrist firmly and brought her hand under her skirt and to her naked pussy.

  Collete's was a different pussy, a far more experienced pussy than her own, Judy thought, as she fingered the folds, and tried to duplicate the more deft moves of Colette. They were both sitting on the desk now, stroking and fingering and pinching each other.

  "Genevieve! Eat here," she commanded, and she released Judy's wrist.

  Collette was now kneeling on the desk, her skirt around her waist, and one breast naked. Judy quivered at the woman's dominance of the situation. Judy look down and saw Genevieve, naked now, slide her mouth away from Rick's cock, and walk on her knees to the edge of the desk where Judy had spread her legs wide in anticipation.

  "Suck it, you whore," Colette said to Genevieve. "Suck it as you would suck the cock of that bastard."

  "Don't call her that," Rick said.

  "Shut up," Judy said. Then, more softly, she added, "It's all right. It's good. I need this."

  "Whore," Colette said.

  For only an instant, Judy thought Colette was talking to her, but Genevieve answered. "Oui, madam?"

  "The woman needs her pussy eaten," Colette said.

  "I'll do it," Rick said.

  "Get away from us," Colette said. "This woman needs real pleasure."

  For just a moment, Judy was hurt that Rick was being excluded from the game, but it was all right. She wanted to be under the power of Colet
te. "I want it. Let them do it."

  "Yes, teach her what it's like to be eaten, and I will teach her what it's like to eat," Colette said, and she brought her fingers away from Judy's pussy.

  "Oui, madam,"

  With her legs spread, Judy's feet were dangling from the side of the desk and her pussy was wide open.

  Colette went to her knees on the desk and she brought Judy's shoulders back and all the way to the surface of the desk. Then she spread her knees for Judy, and Judy saw Collete's long, pink nails spread her pussy and display her throbbing clit and the huge flesh of the folds that seemed so large for such a small woman.

  "Oh," Judy went at the sudden pleasure of Genevieve's tongue on her own pussy.

  "You know about sex. I want you to eat me," Colette said.

  "Yes, and I want to know more," Judy said.

  She reached up for Colette's pussy. Her fingers stroking and pinching the folds. She took a deep and sudden breath as Genevieve licked and sucked and gnawed at her pussy. Yes, Yes! Genvieve was eating Judy's pussy and Judy's whole body trembled. Colette raised Judy's arms, shuffled forward with her knees, and brought her pussy all the way to Judy's face. She spread her thighs so Judy could get a better angle.

  Judy stuck out her tongue and licked at the clit.

  "You can do more," Colette said.

  "Yes," Judy whispered, almost inaudibly. With her lips and tongue and teeth Judy tried to emulate at Colette's pussy, the same things that she thought Genevieve was doing to her.

  She was trying to give Colette the same pleasure she was getting, trying to learn from an experience she might never have again. She wanted to learn it all, do it all. She wanted to learn from Paris, from other women. She wanted to learn so that she could be a better lover for Rick, and for herself.

  It was fantastic, she thought as her lips and tongue rolled and twisted through Colette's folds, and as Genevieve did the same to hers. It was not just pleasure of the senses but the pleasure of the mind that drove her onward. She wanted to take more and she wanted to give more.

  "Get your ass up," Rick growled.