by Rex Gordon
Leslie became suddenly frightened, and she backed toward the door to her own room.
"Are you sure you're not a lesbian?" she said, but as soon as she heard her own words, she was embarrassed.
Judy laughed. "You've known me almost all of your life. If I were a lesbian don't you think I would have put a move on you long before now?"
She shrugged. "I suppose."
"But seeing you this morning, I could very easily become bisexual."
For just a moment, those words stopped Leslie to fear.
"But of course, I'm not. Come on."
For a crazy moment, Leslie had the idea that Judy wanted to take her into her arms and kiss her hard. She sensed that Judy wanted to run he fingers over her body, and— No, Judy couldn't do that. Would never do that. She wouldn't even think it.
The effects of the wine were wearing off. "I can't go through with this. I've done too much already. I'll have nightmares even thinking about it."
"They're not called nightmares. They're called 'wet dreams,' and they're great, aren't they?"
Of course, Leslie knew they were wet dreams. Sometimes, they were nightmares too, about diseases and going feeble and blind. She feared all the things her mother said would happen if she touched herself or if she practiced sex before or outside of marriage.
"If I make love to Rick—"
"Don't say 'love' about Rick. I don't want you to love him or him to love you. I just want you to fuck him, and I want to watch."
"If I make love – I mean, if I fuck Rick. You won't be able to just watch. I know you'll want to join in, and before you know it, I'll be left out in the cold, and I'll just be watching again."
"That won't happen. Look at it this way," Judy said. "In that respect, you and I will lose our virginity at the same time. You might not believe this, but Rick and I have never done it when anybody was with us. Not even with somebody watching – not until last night. It's always been just him and me, one-on-one."
"Why did you pick me?"
"Because we like you, because you're here, and because your husband doesn't give a damn about you."
Judy was right. Even when Brandon was supposed to be making love, he just grunted and groaned and finished, leaving her to stare at the ceiling and listen to him snore. He could care less about her pleasure. To him it was just the subject of an occasional ritual, and even the ritual had stopped since he started running around with his secretary.
She had seen the steady ebb and flow of Judy and Rick last night. What excited her was not just that they were doing it, but the way they were trying to please each other. She would like to see and feel what Rick would be like with her, and she would like to know if she could experience the same pleasure that Judy had.
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JUDY
"What's that look for?" Judy said.
"What do you mean?" Leslie said, looking back at her in the mirror.
"You've got a nasty, sexy look, and I like it."
"No, I don't," Leslie said.
The look was definitely there, Judy thought. It was a confident look that said Leslie wanted to be fucked, but as quickly as it was there, it melted to fear.
"There's nothing to be afraid of, sweetie," Leslie said. "Just go in there and take your clothes off, and I'm sure Rick will be very accommodating."
Leslie looked solemn for a moment, then wet her lips. "I hope you're not sending me in there to embarrass me."
"You won't be embarrassed, believe me," Judy said.
She reached around Leslie, untied her halter, and peeled it all the way from her shoulders, revealing the full length of her beautiful body.
"I really am afraid."
"You're going to be just fine. That look is back again, and you are gorgeous. I just love the way your tits are so ... natural. He'll love you. I promise."
"I hope, but you said something about a menage a trois. I'm not sure I want to do that. I just want to, you know, I want to be one-on-one with a man."
Judy was silent for a moment. Then she smiled. "That will be all right. I'll just watch. I told you I just wanted to watch."
"But do you know how hard it was for me to keep from pouncing when he was doing that to you! I wanted to beg him to eat me too. Oh, my God, I said 'eat.' I don't think I've ever said that before."
"I'm sure there are a lot of things you haven't said or done before."
"I don't know how you could possibly just watch while we did it." Even as Leslie protested, she unhooked her skirt and let it fall to the bathroom floor, and her pubis and it's curls pushed out against her black panties.
"Trust me," Judy said. I won't bother you, but it might be hard for me to stay away from him."
"You've got to promise. It will just be him and me. I don't want to, you know, I don't want to do anything with you."
"You are suspicious aren't you? You won't have to do a damned thing with me. I'm just interested in watching."
Leslie's cheeks flushed just the slightest bit. She hooked her thumb in her panties, stooped over and pushed them to the floor.
"Well, I know if it was you and Brandon, I would get so mad that I would—"
"You would want to join in, wouldn't you?"
"No! No, I'd just get mad."
"But you don't think I will, do you?"
"Maybe. But you have to promise. I mean, I'm—"
"I know, you're scared. And so am I … a little bit. I promise I won't touch you at all, not at all. Now, let's go."
Judy, still wearing her skirt and blouse, started to open the door.
"No. You've got to get undressed too," Leslie demanded from her panic.
"Okay, okay," Judy said, and she stripped one piece at a time until she was totally naked. Then she pushed into the bedroom, with Leslie following.
Rick, in his bikini briefs was looking through the curtain and out into the street.
"It's raining like hell out there, and uh… " He turned to see the two women, and his mouth fell open. His cock started to uncurl in his briefs and he did a little half turn toward the window as if he were trying to hide it.
"We've got a better idea," Judy said.
"Wow," he said. He was looking, not at Judy, but at Leslie.
"I think we owe her, don't you," Judy said. "We made her watch and she couldn’t do a damn thing about it. To make up for it, I told Leslie that you would fuck her."
"Ju-deee!" Leslie said, looking away from both of them.
"Oh, damn, you're beautiful," he said. Then his eyes shifted quickly to Judy's. "You're both beautiful."
Leslie said, "Thank you," and lowered her gaze to the hardness of Rick's cock.
CHAPTER SIX
LESLIE
Leslie saw not just a bulge in Rick's bikini underwear, but his firmly erect cock pressing out against the material. Her mouth watered. Brandon was at home screwing his secretary, and she needed to be fucked. She even thought the word. She didn't need to be made love to, she needed to be fucked.
"You, uh, you look good too," she said to Rick.
"Did Judy talk to you?"
Leslie glanced at Judy as if for approval, and Judy nodded.
"She told me what she would let you … uh, let us … uh, you know, let us ... do it."
"You really mean it, don't you?" he said, looking at Judy.
"Yes, I mean it. Now lie down and let me show Leslie how we get started." Judy said, and she kissed him gently. Then, as if he were in a trance, he sat on the edge of the bed and lay back.
"I want you to fuck her brains out," Judy said.
The expression sent an instant chill through Leslie's body. She was embarrassed by Judy's comment and by her nakedness, but she felt good about it too. She wanted to have the courage to pull Judy aside and to climb on top of Rick. It was an impulse she had never had in her life, except in dreams, but so much of her life had been sheltered and so much of her erotic pleasure had been in her dreams.
"I think I've got a couple of shy people here," Judy said. "I'm go
ing to have to direct this thing. Rick, take off those stupid bikini shorts."
Rick hesitated, then peeled away his bikini underwear, and his gaze roved from Leslie's eyes to her face and breasts. His mouth dropped open as the gaze reached her pubis. With each movement of his eyes, Leslie grew more excited. Finally naked, Rick climbed up on the bed again, his hard penis at an upward angle. But it was not a penis, it was a cock, and she had to think of it that way.
She had never made love to anyone but Brandon, but this would not be love, it would be fucking, and fucking was something she had never done in her life. She crawled beside him on the other side of the bed. She leaned up on her elbow and let her breasts hang. She was trying hard not to be embarrassed, and she was smiling.
"You do know how to give head, don't you?" Judy said.
"No," Leslie said in a hoarse whisper.
"Well, you're going to learn," Judy said. "Lie all the way back, Rick."
Again, Rick did as he was told, and Judy slid on the other side of him, gripping his cock firmly with her thumb and forefinger.
"Come on, give me some help here. Just do what I do."
Leslie, her eyes now transfixed on Rick's cock, reached hesitantly forward. Her fingers finally touched Judy's, but she was afraid to let them slip between Judy's fingers to touch the flesh of his cock. She was afraid that once she started anything, she would like it too much.
With her free hand, Judy grasped Leslie's wrist, forcing her lower and over the base of his cock. At first, Leslie barely touched with her fingers. Then she brought them all the way around the shaft, and she gripped him more firmly.
The feel was different from the feel of Brandon's cock. The skin was softer on the outside, but the shaft seemed harder underneath, and Leslie began to move her hand slowly upward and downward, following the motion of Judy's fingers.
Rick lay back watching and smiling, and Leslie grew bolder. "I've got it!"
Judy slipped her hand away, and Rick's cock was all Leslie's now. She gripped it firmly, and she went up and down, up and down.
"It's called 'jerking him off,'" Judy said, teasing.
"Yes, 'jerking him off,'" Leslie parroted back, all the while watching his cock, feeling it in her hand.
Leslie did not quite know what she was doing, but she could see by the look on Rick's face that it was okay. It was the way she had sometimes seen Brandon do it to himself in the bathroom while he read his magazines. He didn't know she was looking, or how often she had wanted it to be her hand on Brandon's cock, but the son of a bitch would have to wait now.
Now, she had her hand around Rick's cock, and she was working over it. Rick was looking down his body at her. His mouth open, in a look that was not quite a smile, and not quite a look of pain.
"You're getting the hang of it," Judy said. "Keep working your hand, and put your mouth over it."
Leslie's eyes widened in surprise, but just for a moment. She focused on the opening at the head as if it were another eye, watching her, and judging her performance. She watched as a slight stickiness began to form.
"Come on, lick it away," Judy said.
Leslie shook her head. She meant that no, she couldn't do it. But she couldn't help herself either. She leaned forward, and pulled the knob of his cock to her mouth. She brought the tip of her tongue to the wetness and gathered the salty taste.
"Come on," Judy said. "Lips all the way over."
"Yes," Leslie said. She brought her whole mouth to the head now, and instinctively, she rolled her tongue around it. She had never done anything like this before. Her saliva flowed, and it gave her a taste and sensation as if she was sucking a hard candy with an oyster taste.
She hummed her pleasure, and Rick's body went rigid.
"Oh, yeah," he said. "Yeah, good. That's good."
"Work on it," Judy said. "Work on it, and it'll work for you."
Judy crawled next to Rick and she brought her lips to his. She kissed him softly. She put her tongue on his tongue. Then she whispered, "Eat her."
When Leslie heard the words, a new sensation rippled from her lips to her brain, and down to her pussy. On a conscious level, this was all new to her, even the word "pussy," but she realized it had happened so very often in her dreams. A deeper level surfaced to her conscious brain and she knew it had happened in not only dreams of Brandon, but in dreams of Rick and of other men as well.
She was awful, she thought, but she loved the way his cock felt in her hand and she loved the way it felt going in and out of her mouth, between her lips and over her tongue. For just the fraction of a second, it went too far in the back of her throat, and she gagged, but she recovered quickly.
Even as she sucked his cock, she was hesitant to touch herself. Her fingers slid through her pubic curls as if she were scratching them, but with each scratch, with each slide, her fingers grew ever closer to the opening.
Finally, she felt her wetness and it seemed to draw her fingers even farther over her clitoris. She cradled her clitoris, her clit, between her index and middle fingers, and she stroked ever so slowly.
"Mmm," she hummed into his cock.
"You've got it now, sweetie," Judy said.
"Oh, yeah, you got it!" Rick said.
"Mmm," Leslie went again, but the sound was also a reaction to the way her fingers slid into the crack and over her clit. Oh, damn that feels good.
Even as she sucked, she moved her fingers in and out and around her own pussy.
"Like this," Judy said. She brought her hand to join Leslie's hand, and Judy began to stroke up and down on Rick's cock with her. "Do it like you're fucking him with your mouth and your fist."
Leslie moved her mouth up and down, but she was moving her hand now too. She was sucking him and moving her hand on him, and she was moving her other hand over her pussy. She kept going at all three actions and a plethora of sensations rattled to every surface and tip of her body. She was finding it hard to concentrate on more than one thing at a time, but she kept at it. Her mind shifted from act to act, from pleasure to pleasure.
The sensations rippled through her and around her and in her. It had never been like this with Brandon, it had never been like this even in her dreams, and she savored every moment.
"That's good," Judy said. "Yes, very good. Keep at it. You're getting the hang of it. Oh, damn you are getting the hang of it."
"Yes, it is good," Rick said.
"Go, Leslie."
Their encouragement egged her on. She was frantic now, going like a crazy person up and down over his cock with her mouth, her tongue moistening the head. At the same time she was masturbating him – jerking him off – trying to bring him to a greater crescendo of pleasure.
Never in a million years would she have done this without Judy's encouragement, but she did it now and she loved it. She loved not just the pleasure of her mouth on his cock, and her hand on her own pussy, but she loved the feeling of power it gave her. She was in charge. She was the boss, over him, over her, over them. They could not make her do anything she didn't want to do, and she could do anything she chose.
"Mmm," she moaned and she felt Rick's body shudder. She had never done this before, but she thought she knew what that meant, and she let his cock slip from between her lips.
"Oh, God!" he cried.
Like a gusher from a volcano, his come popped straight up and it struck her on the cheek and rolled over her chin. In the abstract, she would have thought of it as awful, but this was not the abstract; this was the fact, and she laughed. As his come dripped over her cheek and to the edge of her mouth, she licked it away and savored it, and she loved the wet, salty taste. Yes, a new taste, and she loved it.
Still holding his cock and not knowing from where her sudden need had come, she licked at the wetness, wanting more of that taste. Then she milked it down, squeezing out more of his precious fluid, and she brought her mouth over the head, sucking the come away, and savored it.
"Damn you are good," Rick said.
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p; "A quick study," Judy said. "Don't you think you should eat her now? Don't you think she deserves it?"
"Mmmmm," Leslie went, and she began to stroke him again. She wanted more and more of his precious juices, but she wanted to be eaten too. Yes now, she wanted him to eat her.
She moved her hand away from his cock and sat back on her haunches.
"Yes. Eat me. Eat me. I've never been eaten before. Please, eat me."
Rick went up on his elbows. He glanced at Leslie and she grinned at him.
"And you'll love it," Judy said.
"I know," Leslie whispered.
With her knees spread, Leslie brought her hand to her pussy the way Judy had taught her only this morning, and Rick put his fingers on hers.
"Oh," Leslie said, trembling. She wanted and needed things she had always denied herself, and here, in Paris, she would get them, and she would learn how to do many things.
"Let's do this right," Judy said to Leslie. "Hang your legs over the bed.
"Yesssss," Leslie hissed in anticipation. She moved to the edge of the bed at the same time Rick slipped to his knees on the floor. He stared at the opening as Leslie's fingers spread the folds of her pussy.
"It's a nice one," Rick said.
"Yes, isn't it," Judy said. "Pretty."
Leslie studied the intensity in Rick's eyes, as he put one hand on each of her knees and spread her legs apart.
He dragged his tongue up the inside of her thigh and brought his face closer to her pussy. He spread the folds with his thumbs, and slipped his tongue from between his lips.
She watched, transfixed. Oh, God, this was it. Oh, damn, this was going to be it. He was going to eat her and— "Ohhhhh," she moaned.
His tongue had barely touched her clit, yet she raised her ass from the edge of the bed to meet him.
She felt his tongue at the folds, at the base, in the opening, at the pubic hair, and over the clit. His tongue was everyplace and so were his fingers. She was shivering, no longer with the anticipation of what might happen, but with the excitement of what was happening. Ripples and surges of pleasure, rushed through her. Avalanches of pleasure cascaded over her.
"Go Rick. Do her," Judy said.
