Forbidden Reading by Lisette Ashton Page B

lower until they reached the split between Marie’s perfect rounded buttocks.
    ‘You want to touch more than my back?’ Marie enquired. She was glancing over her shoulder. Her large dark eyes were darkened by the shadows from her fringe.
    Before Justine could think how to answer, Marie’s fingers had encircled her wrist again. Her hold was firm but not punishing and Justine watched with detached awe as her hand was coaxed toward the union of Pierre and Marie’s bodies. Before her fingers connected with the wet flesh she could feel the heat radiating from the pair. Her senses seemed peculiarly attuned to every detail and she sensed herself being won over by the excitement that the couple were obviously enjoying.
    And then her fingers were caught up between them.
    She found herself stroking the tight sac of Pierre’s scrotum. Her touch lingered over the wrinkled flesh, lightly caressing him before moving up to the thick and quivering length of his erection. Justine heard him moan beneath Marie and she was elated to feel his pulse quicken as though he was particularly excited by her caress. Sliding her hand upwards, relishing the wetness that had coated him and now slipped against her palm, she touched the dewy haven of Marie’s pussy.
    The lips were tight around the thickness invading them. Justine could see the skin was stretched and sensitive. She supposed that was why Marie moaned with such enthusiasm when Justine stole a caress between the inner and outer labia.
    The French woman muttered a string of breathy thanks, working herself more quickly against Pierre and clearly approaching her own peak of delight. Beneath her, Pierre’s well-defined muscle tone became more rigid and Justine guessed they were both hastening toward their climaxes. Marie’s toes were curled impossibly tight and the swarthy complexion of her face had darkened with a rush of heady arousal.
    Not sure if she was meant to carry on touching them, or if she had now fulfilled her usefulness to the pair, Justine allowed her hand to trail away. Her fingers were sticky with their wetness and, while the temptation was to inhale their perfume and maybe savour its taste, she wouldn’t let herself rise to that impulse while Sartine was watching.
    Not that there was a great danger of Sartine noticing her, she thought dourly. His attention was riveted on Marie and Pierre as they rode each other with greater ferocity. The table trembled as they moved against each other with increasing force. Justine watched concentric circles shiver through the surface of her coffee and she was struck by the notion that each one represented a quiver of delicious pleasure.
    Struck by a sudden impulse to be involved in the climax, she reached out to touch between Pierre’s legs. Her fingers discovered his sac and she found his flesh was virtually pulsing with the tension of an unreleased climax. Circling her hand back around the base of his shaft and squeezing lightly she felt Marie’s sex repeatedly kiss her fingers. She knew the orgasm was almost on the pair and when Pierre groaned and Marie sighed she realised she had chosen to touch them at exactly the right moment.
    Pierre’s shaft pulsed beneath her fingers. The muscle of his erection grew thick and then repeatedly shivered as he shuddered through his climax. Justine had intended to remove her hand but Marie chose that moment to squirm down hard against Pierre’s throbbing release.
    When Sartine had mentioned the pleasure he got from watching Marie’s orgasm, Justine had dismissed the comment. But now, hearing the woman’s dramatic sighs and feeling her wet flesh tremble, she understood exactly what he had meant. Marie stiffened as the climax gripped her body; her face flushed; her muscles strained; and she gave herself over to the moment with blatant abandon.
    Justine’s fingers were trapped between Marie and Pierre and she could only savour the tremors that shook through both bodies. He grunted and writhed