Rex Gordon - Menage a quatre - 36 Hours of Pleasure

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."

"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.