Rex Gordon - Menage a quatre - 36 Hours of Pleasure

"Oh, yeah," he said. "Do it."

And at his direction, she went harder and harder. All the while, she looked up at him, lovingly, longingly, and wishing she could take his cock all the way into her throat.

"I'm gonna … I'm gonna…"

Yes, she thought, he was going to come, and she was going to make him come.

"Please, let me eat you. Don't do it right away. Let me eat you," he said.

She gripped his cock hard and pushed her mouth down and over it as far as it would go. Then she drew slowly backward over the shaft, letting it slide all the way to the head. She savored the sparse liquid that was already there, as if it were a drop of a lovely, salty food. Then, surprising even herself, she let his cock pop from her lips.

She let go of him, and climbed away, and stood on the floor beside him. He reached for her, but she backed away, tantalizingly, with one breast still sheathed in the gown, and her hand covering the other.

She grinned, and stayed that way for a long moment. She pushed the material away from her covered breast, and gently pinched both nipples as the gown slid all the way down her body. When it gathered at the floor, she kicked it toward the open door, trying to let Leslie know that Judy knew she was there.

For just a moment, she gave both Rick and Leslie a full but angled view at her body. She crawled onto the bed, and lay straight back, giving an even better angle for both Leslie and Rick to see.

Since Brandon had not come to Paris with them, Leslie needed some pleasure, and Judy would give her the pleasure of watching. When the time was right, she might consider giving her the pleasure of fucking Rick.

"Poor Leslie," Judy said, as Rick nibbled over her cheek, neck, and shoulder.

"Yeah," he said, and he gripped her breast with his hand and brought the nipple to the tip of his tongue.

Rick was unaware that Leslie was watching from the other room. It was possible that Leslie was unaware that Judy knew – in spite of the fact that Judy had looked at her many times. This thought and all the sensations of touch, taste, scent and texture seeped into Judy's brain, and it excited her even more. She wanted more and more of Rick, and she wanted him to do more.

Rick now had her nipple between his lips and he was sucking and at the same time, he was rolling his tongue around it. His fingers crawled over her thigh and toward her pussy.

"You're good, Rick. You're a good husband, a good lover."

He let her nipple slide from between his lips.

"Thanks," he said, and nibbled at the flesh of her breast. He licked with his tongue and scraped with his teeth against her nipple, and she shivered with excitement.

"It's a sh-sh-shame about Leslie," Judy said, as his fingers slipped through to the crack and gently massaging her clit.

"Ooooo!"

She knew he loved it when he pleasured her, and she loved the way he stroked her clit.

"Yeah, it's a damn shame about Leslie," Rick said, but he still hadn't looked toward the open door.

"Damn shame. Ohhhhh," Judy said, spreading her legs even farther.

His tongue rolled across her pussy and through the folds. She quivered and rocked her ass. Then she spread and closed her legs around his head. She reached toward the open door, almost imploring that Leslie come to join them.

Even if Leslie didn't join them now, Leslie would join them another time, Judy was certain. Now, she would be satisfied at the pleasure she was getting from Rick. But she was also happy about the pleasure she and Rick were giving her best friend, who was watching through the doorway.

Judy's pussy was all the way open now, flowering and throbbing and slobbering.

Leslie accidentally pushed the door open even wider, and she stood there with her robe open, but she was not touching herself. She was concentrating on Rick and Judy, trying to see every movement and every detail. She was stroking her fingers over her bare flesh, but she was touching nothing vital, not her pussy, not her nipples, not even the hair of her pubis, or the rounded flesh of her breasts.

Rick was eating Judy hard now. His tongue was sliding against the folds, against her clit, and it was probing inside her. Judy was feeling every sensation, yet she was watching Leslie too and she was trying to imagine what Leslie was thinking.

Leslie had come into the light and almost all the way into the room. Her fingers stroked her hips, her belly, the front of her thighs, yet she seemed to be trying desperately not to let them touch even her pubic curls.

"Do it, yes, do it," Judy said, encouraging not just Rick but Leslie as well.

Judy was looking straight at Leslie now, but she was bouncing her own ass off the bed, spreading her legs, throwing her pussy as close as she could get against Rick's face. He was licking and sucking and slobbering, and Judy was feeling it all.

"Oh," Leslie said from the doorway, and Judy smiled because she knew Leslie saw them.

"Oh, Yes. Yes, do it," Judy said. Her words were not to Rick, but to Leslie who was standing in the doorway. She wanted to call out to her, wanted her to join them. At the very least, she wanted Leslie to touch herself, but saw that Leslie was afraid.

Judy put her hands to the back of Rick's head, pulled his face ever harder against her pussy. He was getting rough and she liked it when he got rough, especially after he had been so tender.

Yes, that was the way their life had been, the way their relationship had been, the way their lovemaking had been. Good, all of it was good. It was give and take, and take and give. It was great but it could be better. She knew it could be better. Oh, God, yes, it would be better.

"Yes," she said. Give and take, and take and give.

She was enjoying the pleasure, but she was watching Leslie, who, with her fingers over he belly, now seemed paralyzed.

Leslie's eyes went back in her head, and she still did not see that Judy was looking at her. Finally, she touched the cut "v" of her pubic hair, yet she did not touch her pussy – not the folds, not the clit, just the pubic hair.

"Oh," Judy said, feeling the sensation of Rick's tongue and lips and teeth go at her even harder. Yet, at the same time, she was feeling the excitement of Leslie, and knowing the excitement of her own performance, of Rick's performance.

"Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah," she said.

She arched from the bed, letting him touch with his tongue, letting him nibble with his teeth. Her body was quivering even more.

It was coming. It was coming, yes. The pleasure was coming. It started at her clit and shot up the front of her body. It tingled her nipples as it rippled by and on to her brain. Then, in a single moment, she dreamed a million dreams of pleasure and love. Then, as suddenly as an electric shock, the same pleasure shot down her spine to some indefinable spot between her anal and vaginal cavity, and it exploded in shivers.

"Oh, oh, oh," she said. She had reached that point where her legs shook and her whole body quaked. She cried out without knowing the words or the sounds she used. Finally she recognized the words, "Yes, yes," in a hard outward gush and hiss of breath, and Rick kept going at her.

"Yes!" she said again, but this time less powerfully. Then she stiffened her back in an arch over the bed.

"Mmmmm," he moaned back at her and was still sucking and probing, still slurping and eating.

"Ohhhhh," she said finally in a kind of relief. Her ass dropped to the sheet, and her whole body went limp.

"Yeah," Rick said, and he too sighed and relaxed. He dragged his head from between her legs and crawled alongside her.

They lay naked, their bodies sweating. Rick was looking up at the ceiling still trying to regain his breath. Judy rolled on her side, looked toward the open doorway and smiled. She was trying to let Leslie know that it was all right that she had watched. Then she turned to Rick and nibbled at his ear.