by Rex Gordon
Even as he enjoyed the pleasure, Brandon wondered about Leslie. Was she waiting in the other room to be fucked by him and Rick he wondered, but he could not wait for an answer.
"Where is she?"
"Shhh," Judy said, and she brought her mouth to his in a vicious, sucking, biting kiss.
He could see Rick behind her with his hard cock in his hand. He saw Rick spread the cheeks of her ass.
Judy's tongue only momentarily disentangling from Brandon's. "Easy, Rick, easy. That's a brand new hole back there."
"Yes," Rick said.
"Fuck her ass," Brandon said, his own cock getting even harder inside Judy.
"Yes, fuck my ass," Judy whispered. Then, even as she kissed Brandon, she grunted and moaned.
Brandon was shocked to feel the additional pressure inside the cavity of her pussy, but the pressure was not from her, but from Rick's cock that was on the other side of the wall separating cavity from cavity. It was an additional thrust of pleasure to Brandon, but he sensed it to be an ecstatic pleasure for Judy.
Her breath quickened and she bit down on his tongue.
"Ow," Brandon said.
"Shut up and fuck," Judy said, releasing his tongue.
Brandon did as he was told, and Rick continued to pump into her ass. It was three way fucking, something Brandon had dreamed of, thought of, but something he had never done, and something he could never even imagine doing with Leslie.
Why was he doing this? Why was he betraying Leslie again? "Oh, yes, it's so good," he cried out.
"Yes," said Rick.
"Fuck me, fuck me," Judy said. "Both of you fuck me. Oh, God, I can't stand it. It's so good!"
"Oh, yes, yes. Oh, damn yesssss," Brandon hissed out as his come gushed into her. His brain went numb and his whole body rippled with pleasure.
"Yes," he said finally.
"Damn you guys are good. Yes. Oh, damn, damn."
"Yes, damn," Rick said. "Damn!" He was coming too.
"Good," Brandon said, and he reached the crescendo of pleasure. All three of them had come, but at what price? Where was Leslie? What had happened to her?
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
LESLIE
"It will soon be time to open the bistro," Armand said.
"Are you telling me I have to leave?" Leslie said.
"No, of course not. I just wanted you to know you will not be able to stay here all day."
Naked, she leaned up on one elbow, and twirled her fingers through the curls at his chest.
"You're a good teacher, Armand," she whispered
"And you are a good student," he said.
"Oh, my God!" Leslie said, when she saw Rick standing in the doorway. He was totally naked, and Leslie pulled at the sheet to cover herself.
"It's just me," Rick said, and he grinned.
"Where's Judy?"
"She'll be along shortly."
"I invited your American friends to return so together we can give you more lessons," Armand said.
"I … I don't know what to say," Leslie said.
"Come on, Leslie," Rick said. "Don't tell me you're getting shy again. Besides, you don't have to say anything – you just have to do."
"Ah, and she will do many things my friend. You will see how much she has learned."
Leslie was embarrassed that Judy was not there yet, and she knew neither what to do, nor what to say. It was Judy who started her on this new path of liberation, but Judy was not with them now, and she felt concerned that she was betraying a friend.
"When will she be here?" Leslie said.
"When you've had some more fun. After all, you haven't made it with two men yet," he said.
"Neither has Judy."
Rick frowned. Then he nodded, smiled and stepped closer to the bed, his cock bobbing at her face.
"But—"
"No 'buts'. She doesn't want to take any pleasure away from you," Rick said.
Leslie tried to keep her eyes focused on Rick's, but she could not resist the temptation, and lowered them over his chest, his stomach, and cock.
"Go on, my friends," Armand said.
Leslie licked her lips as she watched the bobbing member. Then, as if from years of practice, she reached out and delicately balanced her fingertips under it. She slipped her tongue from between her lips, and brought it to the salty wetness of his pre-come. Strangely, it had a champagne taste, but it was far from sweet.
She rearranged her hand and gripped his cock more firmly. Instead of taking the head all the way into her mouth, she began to lick, as if she were licking a lollypop. It was the way Armand had taught her and the way she had seen Judy do it with Rick.
"Mmmmm," she said. Still on the bed, she went up on her knees.
As she savored the taste of Rick's cock, Armand was behind her, and apparently he liked what he saw. He gripped her ankles and spread her legs apart. He stroked her ass, fingered her pussy, and crawled closer to her on his knees.
"What are we..."
She licked.
"Going to do when..."
She licked again.
"... when Brandon comes to Paris?" she said. She finally finished her sentence, then pulled most of Rick's cock into her mouth.
"I guess you'll have to let him join us," Rick said.
She brought her mouth quickly away. "That's not funny."
"I wasn't trying to be funny. You're doing a bang-up nice job on my cock."
Armand was doing a bang-up job too, as he had all night. He released her legs and lifted under her belly, pulling her more to her knees.
"Pussy only," she said, letting Rick's cock pop from her lips for just a moment. Her ass was for Brandon, if he wanted it, she thought, and she went back to working on Rick's cock with her lips.
"Of course, only the pussy," Armand said. He pressed his own cock against her and her pussy seemed to devour it, sucking it deep inside.
"Such a strange girl. She does not want the cock in the ass."
"Shut up," Leslie said, then she hummed her approval at the way Armand was stroking her pussy. It was so hard for her to believe that just two days ago, she had been so repressed. Now she felt freedom, and she wanted to do everything there was to do – everything but one.
She liked the way Rick's cock felt in her hand, and she liked the way Armand's cock felt in her pussy. Armand move in and out of her, jamming as far as he could go, and she kept wiggling her ass, wanting him to jam it in even farther.
It was a deliciously new feeling to have one cock in her pussy and another in her hand and mouth, and she rocked her ass back against Armand, as she rocked away from Rick's cock. She set up a kind of slow and gentle ballet of carnal pleasure, forward and backward. Cock in her mouth, cock in her pussy, cock sliding backward, cock sliding forward. In and out, back and forth, oh, yes!
She loved when she had this kind of control, but the men were getting excited and they were losing their own control, and they were moving too fast. It was no longer a ballet, but a slam dance, and that was good too. Armand was slamming his cock into her pussy. Rick was moving his hips, thrusting back and forth as if he were fucking her mouth.
Let them fuck her, let them fuck her hard, whether they were fucking her pussy or her mouth. They controlled the speed, but she controlled the dos and the don'ts of the situation. At any moment she could stop, leaving them both frustrated, but she did not want to stop. She loved being fucked and she loved sucking cock. She loved satisfying herself and others.
This was the way it was always meant to be. It was the way it should have been with Brandon from the beginning; but he was afraid of her, and she was afraid of him.
This was it. This was heaven, the carnal heaven she had wanted for the entire three years of her marriage.
She was feeling it, yes. She was feeling it, the tingles, ripples and shocks of pleasure that went through her entire body. She felt it, not only in her pussy and her mouth and tongue; but in her brain, down her spine, through her whole body.
Oh,
yes, this was it!
She could feel that Rick was going to come, and she quickly withdrew her face from his cock, and his come spurted against her forehead, and it rolled over her eye and down her cheek.
"Oui, oui, oui," Armand said, and he relaxed, and Leslie knew he had come too.
"Oh, God, yes," Leslie said. "You don't know how wonderful I feel right now."
"You'll feel a lot more wonderful in a little while," Rick said.
Leslie looked up at Rick, and she was confused by the look on his face.
"Why?" she asked.
"Because it will get better," Rick said, and smiled.
Perhaps Judy would come and that would make it a little better, but it would not be until Brandon came to her and understood that she would be truly happy.
She wiped Rick's come from her face and licked it from her fingers. She knew she was driving the men insane with the visual image, but she wanted to fuck some more. Armand seemed exhausted from hours of sex, and Rick seemed exhausted too.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
JUDY
The three of them crawled under the sheet, and she lay with Armand on one side and Rick on the other. She wondered where Judy was, but as she thought about her, she remembered Brandon too. She had learned a lot in the past thirty-six hours, and she was not certain she could ever go back to him.
It was not that she didn't love him, she did. She loved him more than anything, but so much about their life had been dull, and he had sought his pleasure elsewhere. The only time she ever had fun was when they were with Rick and Judy. At times they may have joked about sex, but nothing had ever happened between them until these past few days. If Brandon didn't want her, at least she'd have sex friends in Rick and Judy – if they let her do that.
She thought she had dozed off and started to dream, because when she opened her eyes and looked to the doorway, Brandon was standing there naked.
"Brandon?" she said.
Armand came quickly awake. He sat upright and jumped from the bed. "Who are you?" he asked.
"I'm Leslie's husband," Brandon said. He took one step as if to attack, but he stopped when Armand came around the bed.
The two stood perfectly still and naked, glaring at each other for a long moment, then Armand, relying on his natural charm, bowed his head slightly. "You're welcome to enjoy your wife. Perhaps the four of us ..."
"No!" Leslie said, but mentally, she added, Not yet.
Some things had to be explained.
"It's okay," Rick whispered from beside her. "Let it play out."
To confuse matters even further, Judy stepped into the room. She was naked too, and she brought her hand over Brandon's cock.
"I straightened some things out with Brandon," Judy said, smiling.
Leslie felt a pang of jealousy stab through her chest, but she quickly understood that she had little right to be jealous after the long night she had spent with Armand.
"We told him about your lessons," Judy said, "and we gave him a little lesson of our own."
Brandon's cock had already started to engorge in Judy's hand, and Leslie felt the jealousy again. She felt something else as well, and she was not quite sure what it was. During this exchange, she had been looking into Rick's eyes, expecting him to be furious. Instead, there was a hurt expression and perhaps a look of love too, but these last two days had nothing to do with love. It had to do with the other thing – it had to do with fucking.
"I don't want you to be mad at me about this, but I can't be sorry. I've learned to much these past couple of days, and I hope I can teach you some things."
"Such a beautiful meeting among the lovers," Armand said, sarcastically.
"Shut up," Leslie said.
"Do you know who you are speaking to?"
"Of course she does," Judy said. "Why don't you get dressed and go to work. Don't you have a bistro to open?"
"Armand, you're a wonderful fuck, but no more than that, so don't be so damned possessive," Leslie said, with her new courage taking hold.
"What nonsense is this?" said Armand.
"I've come to fuck my wife," Brandon said.
Leslie was startled. He sounded nothing like the Brandon she left in America, and she liked it. It was not just the power behind his words, but was his use of "fuck." She rarely heard him use it, and never in the context of sex.
"Maybe all five of us can get some fun?" Brandon said.
"Ah yes, the orgy as you say," said Armand. He looked at Leslie for approval, but she gave none. Instead, she challenged him. "I'm not interested in an orgy. I just want to fuck my husband."
"Ooooo la," Armand muttered. "The woman has learned nothing."
"Au contraire!" Leslie said. "I've learned a hell of a lot, and I'm sure Brandon will appreciate it."
She curled her fingers, beckoning Brandon to her. "Rick, go to your wife," she said.
Brandon didn't seem to understand at all. He was mesmerized, and he shouldn't even have been confused, Leslie thought. Certainly, Judy had explained all that had happened, as well as the reasons, or Brandon would have been fighting with Armand and Rick by now.
Brandon's cock rose between them as he looked down at her, and she liked that. Instead of letting him join her on the bed, she slid from the bed and brushed past Rick to her husband, who wrapped his arms around her.
"And what am I to do?" Armand said.
"Go open your bistro like Judy told you," Leslie said.
If the man had any depth to his character, he would throw them all out. Instead, he simply shrugged and turned to Rick and Judy.
"I have another room," he said. "Let the loving couple have this one."
"We can work it out in here," Rick said, and he began to stroke his fingers over his wife's body.
"This is too much like love," Armand said, disgusted, "And as you say I do have to get ready."
With her arms wrapped around Brandon, Leslie felt a deeper emotion she had ever felt in her life. She had made love to Brandon many times – or rather, he had made love to her. Kisses, touches, insertion, and intercourse had been their pattern. Always in the missionary position, always so quickly on his part, as if he were afraid to do it.
It would be different now, she thought, as Brandon kissed her softly. She responded with an equally soft kiss, but in only a few seconds, she slid her tongue between his lips. At first, he resisted as she had resisted his tongue when they first dated.
Maybe that was where their relationship went wrong, she thought. When she got married, she was not only a virgin, but was virginal as well. She was shy, and afraid of sex. She had never given a hand job or blow job, and she had never allowed a lover to touch her pussy, although she had allowed Rick to touch her breasts.
They were still standing, his cock between them. "I'm sorry," he said.
"I'm not, and I hope you understand."
"I think I do. Judy explained it."
She turned Brandon toward the bed and pushed him backward so that his legs were over the side.
"I've wanted to do this since the moment I met you, but I was afraid," she said, and she went slowly to her knees on the floor.
Brandon went back on his elbows, and wide-eyed, he watched as she took his cock in her hand and smiled up at him.
Her mother had never told her not to do this, but her mother had never caught her doing this. That made it easier to overcome than the life-long fear of masturbating herself. She had practiced with Rick and with Armand, and she had practiced other things with Judy.
"It's a nice cock," she said, almost as if she were speaking to herself.
She put her hand all the way around it and stroked it up and down, her hand gripping the outer flesh as she slid it over the hard, inner rod.
"I've been waiting three years for you to do that," Brandon said.
"And I've been waiting three years for you to do it." As she finished her sentence, she pulled his cock toward her and wet the head with just the tip of her tongue.
"And that
too," he said.
"Oh, yes."
With her tongue, she touched and touched and touched again – and with each touch, he shuddered.
This was like lovemaking, yet it was more than lovemaking. It was a powerful sensation, that filled them with not only pleasure but anticipation.
"Suck it," he said. "Please suck it."
Leslie smiled to herself, knowing she was teasing him. She kept her tongue moving, not yet covering the head with her lips, and he started to bounce his ass off the bed like a little boy in a tantrum.
"Please, please," he cried.
"Okay," she said, and still holding the shaft, she brought her mouth all the way over the head. She closed her wet lips over her teeth and pulled his cock into her mouth, continuing to roll her tongue.
"It's good. Yes, it's good," he said.
She let his cock slide over her tongue and out from between her moist lips and she looked up at him. "I know it's good," she said, and she felt her power.
She rose to her feet and looked down at him.
"What are you doing?" he said.
"Slide back," she said, and she grinned at him.
For a moment, he resisted obeying her, but finally he crawled back on his elbows and ass.
"I'm going to give you the fuck of a lifetime," she said, and she crawled backward and sat on his lap with her back to him.
From the corner of her eye, she saw Rick and Judy against the wall. They were watching Brandon and Leslie, but they were stroking each other too. If they wanted a show, she would give it to them. This would be her first real fuck with Brandon, yet it would be her truest lovemaking.
She spread the crack of her pussy as she backed into her husband's lap. Then she took his cock in her hand again, and drew back on it.
Armand had taught her the ways of her own pleasure, and she rubbed the pliant, wet head of Brandon's cock against her clit and the soft tissue inside the folds. For the moment, she felt the pleasure only at her clit, yet she anticipated a greater pleasure to come.
"Nice," she said.
"It feels so damn good," Brandon said.
She moved it back and forth, gathering the wetness of her pussy against the wetness of his pre-come. She felt the pleasure at her clit, and she knew he was feeling the pleasure as well, but this could not go on forever. She had started this thing because she wanted to fuck him – and fuck him, she would.
