Rex Gordon - Menage a quatre - 36 Hours of Pleasure

"That's a shame, and she was so attractive."

He tried to get around her to the door, but her robe was open all the way down the front, and his cock rigid inside his trousers. He thought about his dream in the cab, and the dream was not so different from what was happening now. He wondered if maybe it was still the dream.

"Rick and I have talked about letting you fuck me," she whispered.

Brandon felt the heat at his cheeks. He could not look into her eyes, but she was smiling even more broadly than before. He glanced down at how her hard nipples. His fingers accidentally touched her bare hip, and he let them stay there for a moment.

"What do you want?" he said.

"I want anything you want."

His eyes widened and shifted from her face to her breasts and down to the pubic curls.

"You know you want to fuck me, and I damn sure want to fuck you," she said. "And I know Rick would just love to fuck Leslie."

"You bitch! He's already fucked her, hasn't he!"

Brandon grabbed her wrists. She struggled just briefly but he raised her arms over her head, and slammed her wrists and his fists against the door to the adjoining room. He was fully clothed and she was practically naked.

"Maybe he has fucked her," she said. "But so what? That means for sure that you get to fuck me."

He was angry and hurt, but his cock grew so hard he could barely stand it.

There were any number of things he could do. He could push her aside and force his way into the other room to see what was going on, or he could turn away. Instead, he brought his mouth to hers. He kissed her hard and pressed her against the door.

His cock was rigid under his trousers, and he could no longer stand to do nothing. He ground it against her stomach. Angry, he rotated his body, and she rotated back at him. He forced his tongue inside her mouth, but in an instant, her tongue was twirling against his, a battle of mouth against mouth, desire against desire.

He was stooping and trying to push the underside of his rigid cock against her pussy, but his pants were between them. He wanted to fuck her right here against the door, but he did not want to let go of her wrists.

"Let me get that zipper with my teeth," she said.

"Yes, with your teeth," he said, and still holding her wrists, he let her slide her face down his body.

Even as she grinned up at him, she unbuckled his belt with her teeth, unhooked his pants. Then she clamped the zipper between her teeth and drew it downward. The head of his cock and the upper part of the shaft had already forced its way from under the elastic band of his bikini underwear.

Now she backed away and gripped his cock and the cotton material of his shorts. She looked up at him, her eyes and mouth open, her tongue, waiting. Then she smiled and licked. She licked again. Then she brought her lips to the head of his cock, and rolled her tongue.

He tried to say nothing, but moaned, "Oh, yes," and he writhed as she sucked. He had dreamed of this too – her looking up at him, as if she had been longing for this moment all her life. Then she closed her eyes and sucked as if she were in a dream a million miles away.

She slowed and stopped, then got up from her knees and turned away from him. She pulled up on her robe, and leaned against the door, baring her ass and pussy.

"Come on, fuck me," she said. She rotated her hips and ass back against his now naked cock.

"Where are they?" he said.

"What difference does it make? Put it in."

He pushed his cock between her legs.

"Ooo, that feels sooooo good, but put it in ."

He could not seem to locate the opening, and his cock slid through the wetness of her pussy and on through the pubic curls.

"Yes, that was good too. Do that again. I like it!"

"Bitch," he said, and he tried again, but again his cock slid by without entering.

"Yeah! I like that."

"How about this!" he said. This time his cock slid all the way inside her, and he lifted her to her toes.

"Even better yet," she said. "Come on fuck me. Fuck me the way you've always wanted to fuck Leslie."

"What are you talking about?" he said.

"You treat her like a little princess, and she's a woman, just like I am. Ooo, that's good."

"Did she tell you that?" he said.

"The signs are there," she said, not answering his question, and she rotated her ass back at him.

"You bitch!" he said.

He pumped his cock in and out, slamming her against the glass of the door. In and out he went, harder and harder, but it wasn't enough. He wanted to dominate her, and he pulled his cock from her pussy.

"Get on the bed," he said.

"Fuck me here," she said.

"On the bed!"

Her eyes widened. Then she stood upright and let her robe fall from her shoulders to the floor. She smiled and strolled to the bed, plopped her ass on it, and lay with her legs spread and her pussy agape. As he began to remove his clothes, she slid her hands down her body and between her thighs, bringing her fingers ever closer, teasing him as if she were teasing herself.

"Come on, hurry up, put it back in ," she said.

As soon as he was undressed, she reached up and grabbed his cock with a kind of backhand, and she pulled it to her pussy.

"Come on, slowpoke. Let's fuck again!" she said, and growled though clenched teeth.

"I'll fuck you all right," he said, and with his cock in his hand, he angled it toward the opening and pushed all the way inside her. He rammed hard, and he backed all the way out of her, and he heard a sound like the popping of a champagne cork.

"Ouch," she said. "Don't be an asshole."

When he pushed inside her again, she wrapped her legs all the way around him and held him to her.

He started to move in and out, never slowly, but quickly and viciously. It was as if he were trying to punish her for some past transgression. Maybe it was because she had the audacity to bring up his affair with his secretary, or because he was certain that Rick had fucked Leslie.

Yes, the bastard, he had fucked Leslie as Brandon never had, because Brandon had never truly fucked her. He had only made love to her, going in and out quickly so she would not have to tolerate it very long. He had never given her the good fuck that she wanted and needed.

"Yes, a good fuck was what she needs."

"Who?" Judy said.

"Leslie needs a good fuck. Now shut up."

In and out he went, grunting and groaning. He was right to call this fucking because there was nothing of lovemaking in it. It was a pure, carnal pleasure like a stallion servicing a mare. It was fucking because there was an urge to fuck, a desire, a need to fuck.

"You can do me harder than that," she whispered.

"Yes," he said, and he slammed harder and harder, his balls slapping against her ass. On some of his downward strokes, he slid against her body, and their sweat lubricated the friction between his chest and her tits.

"Go, Brandon. Go, baby!" she screamed.

"Yeah," he said. "Yeah, yeah, yeah."

He was about to come, but she suddenly uncoiled her legs and pushed him away. His cock bobbed in the air for just a moment, but when he came back toward her, the door to the other room opened.

Brandon turned quickly to see Rick standing naked, and Brandon panicked. " Oh, damn, Rick. I'm sorry I-"

"Don't worry about it. I didn't mean to interrupt you. That's fine. Fuck her. She deserves an extra fuck now and then."

"But?"

"Come on. Let's both do her," Rick said.

"I-"

"Let me get on top," Judy said.

"What?" Brandon said.

"Let me get on top of you, I want Rick to fuck me in the ass."

Damn, this is a dream. I'm still in the taxi. I have to be, he thought. This is the kind of thing that happens to me in dreams, not in real life! But, no, this was real. He was fucking Judy, and Rick was there too, but … "Where's Leslie?" he said.