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 going 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.
"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.
"Yes, do me!" she cried. "Do me, do me good. Oh, yes. Do me good. Do me fantastically!"
His mouth was like more than one mouth, his tongue like more than one tongue. The pleasure was rippling through her and only now did she realize the soothing sensation of Judy's fingers as they massaged her shoulders. And she felt the sensitive tickle of Judy's hard nipples on her bare back.
Everything felt wonderful, and it made the agony of watching them last night all the more worth it. She had watched them going at each other, and now Rick was going at her in the same way, a way Brandon had never done and probably never would do.
She closed her thighs around Rick's head and began to rock her entire body against his lips and tongue and teeth. He was kissing, licking, nibbling. He was going at her so hard and so fully that everything about Leslie seemed a single sensation of pleasure.
She closed her eyes and accepted every new sensation that was presented to her. She even wondered what it would be like if Judy brought her fingers down over the front of her. What would it be like if Judy massaged her breasts while Rick was eating her pussy?
Oh, damn, damn, damn, she thought, and she could not believe the way she was thinking.
Rick spread her thighs. He moved his mouth from her pussy and looked up into her eyes.
"Don't stop," she pleaded.
"Lie back in my arms," Judy said.
She looked into Judy's eyes and shook her head, not in disagreement or rebellion, but in amazement at the sexual prowess of her two friends. She lay back in Judy's arms, and Rick climbed onto the bed. Instead of going between Leslie's legs, he went alongside her. Judy was behind her, rotating her breasts against Leslie's back.
It was not fair, Leslie thought. Judy was not supposed to be doing that. This was not supposed to be three-way sex. This was supposed to be just Rick and Leslie, with Judy watching, but Judy was cheating.
Rick brought his mouth to Leslie's mouth, and he kissed her gently, but his hand came up inside her thighs and slid to the opening of her pussy.
Leslie moaned against his kiss, and with her moan, she slipped her tongue into Rick's mouth and rolled it against his.
"I'm getting jealous," Judy said. "But it's okay. Don't stop!"
Leslie swung her glance to Judy. For a moment, as she looked into Judy's eyes, she wanted to thank her with a kiss, but that would be against the rules too, and she quickly returned her mouth to Rick's.
His fingers were going at her pussy; his tongue was going at her tongue. Somebody's hand was on her breast and she didn't care whose, because it felt so good. The pleasure was beginning to rise like the pleasure in the bathroom, like the pleasure of her dreams. It began to surge through her entire body and she was shaking.
She rubbed her back against Judy's breasts, while gyrating her own pussy against Rick's fingers. She kissed Rick fully and deeply.
She opened her eyes, and saw that Rick's cock was getting hard again. That vision overwhelmed her, and she cried out. "Oh, yes. Yes. It's…"
It was so rich and full, and so deep, she thought she was going to die from the pleasure. She kissed Rick hard and held onto his mouth with her own.
The pleasure that surged was like the near death experience she had heard about. She seemed out of herself and of herself and in herself, but she was also of Rick and Judy, and a great white light exploded in her brain. Her body tingled and shivered, and slowly, the pleasure subsided, and she went limp.
It was an unbelievable experience, she thought as she closed her eyes and floated in a state of euphoria.
"This must be what heaven is like," she said.
She lay like that for a long time, while Rick pulled away from the kiss and Judy slid from behind her. She felt the rustling of their bodies, but she ignored them, and smiled at the pleasure of her own lightheadedness.
"I told you it would be nice," Judy said.
"And it was," Leslie said.
Rick just sighed.
"We're friends," Judy said. "That's the way it should be."
"Can I learn some more?" Leslie asked.
Her pleasure had barely abated, yet she wanted more.