by Amy Brent
“So, Dr. Lane Curtis,” I said casually, as if I were just asking about the weather. “Does he do what you guys do?”
“What we do?” Holden asked.
“I mean, the gangbangs and the orgies,” I said. “Does he do that?”
Wynn’s lips curled into a devious smile. “Oh yes, Lane makes Holden and me look like rank amateurs when it comes to those things. In fact, Lane is famous for the things he does. Far more so than the two of us.”
“He holds orgies at his private resort in the woods,” Holden said, shaking his head as if he disapproved, but I knew otherwise.
I licked the syrup from my lips and watched Wynn’s eyes. “So… he may be interested in fucking… I mean…”
“In fucking you?” Wynn said, finishing my sentence. He sat back and sighed. “Oh yeah, he would definitely be interested in fucking you, missy.”
“The question is, would you be interested in fucking him,” Holden asked.
“Or would you be interested in fucking all three of us at the same time?” Wynn added. They both looked at me with raised eyebrows and naughty smiles.
I pondered the question for a minute. Would I be interested in fucking three gorgeous men at the same time? How would that even work? Shit, back to the online porn for a little research…
I reached for the syrup as they watched my every move As I slathered the rest of my waffle in syrup, I smiled and said, “I guess we’ll have to just wait and see.”
Chapter Thirteen: Jude
After our late breakfast-early lunch, Wynn, Holden, and I were lounging on the sofa letting our bodies recover and our brains rest. Wynn was on one end of the couch with his long legs stretched out, his feet crossed at the ankles, heels resting on the coffee table, reading the Sunday morning paper.
Holden was on the other end of the couch in a similar position watching football on ESPN. I was lying between them with my head in Holden’s lap and my feet in Wynn’s crotch, wearing a short robe with nothing on underneath. Every now and then I’d grind my heel into Wynn’s cock just to let him know that I was not finished with him yet. He was leaving in twenty-four hours. I expected to get at least two or three more rides on his monster cock before he slipped away.
He set the paper aside and gave me a sideways smile. “Are you ready for more?” he asked, sliding his hand up my leg to tease my bare pussy, which was tired and sore, but ready for more. He rolled his thumb over my clit and slid his fingers between my moist lips. “Parts of you certainly are.”
“They certainly are,” I said, my heel grinding into his crotch. I felt his cock getting hard inside his boxers. I glanced up at Holden. “How about you, Professor Moss? Ready for round three?”
“Actually, it would be more like round ten,” Holden said, reaching inside my robe to cup my bare breast. My nipple swelled between his fingers.
I said, “Well then, why don’t we—”
Before I could finish my sentence, the doorbell rang. I noticed Wynn and Holden glance at each other, little smiles on their handsome faces, like two little boys sharing a funny secret.
Holden let go of my breast and said, “Jude, do you mind getting the door.”
“You want me to answer the door?” I asked, frowning.
“Well, we’re both are a little…” Holden gestured toward his crotch, then to Wynn’s. Their erections were poking through their pants like turtles trying to stick their heads out of their shells. Just the sight of them made me giggle.
“Fine,” I said, huffing as I rolled off the couch and cinched the robe around my waist to pad barefoot to the door. When I opened the door, there stood a mountain of a man so good looking that he made my jaw drop.
He looked like a football player, tall, broad-shouldered, muscles on top of muscles beneath the sport coat that he wore. His dark hair was cut short. His eyes were the color of blue ice. He had a Kennedy jawline and a Clooney smile. He stuck out his hand and gave me a look that made my knees wobble.
“Hey, I’m Dr. Lane Curtis,” he said, his hand closing around mine. Compared to my hand, his was the size of a catcher’s mitt. The moment his fingers closed around mine I felt a little chill run up my arm that made my nipples hard. “And you, you must be Jude.”
Chapter Fourteen: Lane
I know it sounds cliché, but my jaw literally dropped when the door opened and I first saw Jude standing there in the short pink, silk robe. She was tall, all tan and toned legs, voluptuous breasts, deep cleavage peaking at me from the top of the robe, and round hips that a man could really dig his fingers into. When she looked into my eyes I felt the breath catch in my chest.
She was naturally beautiful, even without makeup, with long blonde hair that cascaded over her shoulders. She was truly a vision to behold. My cock twitched in my pants like a snake detecting prey.
She had a confused look on her face as she let me in the door. Wynn, wearing a pair of sweat pants with a big bulge in the front, greeted me with a firm handshake and a loose hug. He introduced me to Holden, who was wearing a pair of boxer shorts with a similar bulge. Obviously, I had just walked in on something that was about to get very interesting. I wondered if they’d be willing to let me take part.
After a few minutes of chit chat, Wynn and Holden disappeared down the hallway to get dressed, leaving me sitting at the kitchen table watching Jude. She had fixed four glasses of lemonade and set them on the table. I sipped mine and watched her from the corner of my eye. When she reached up into the cabinet for the sugar bowl, the short robe rode up and gave me a wonderful peak at her bare ass. My tongue darted between my lips and slid around for a moment. I was salivating at the sight of her. Wynn was right. This woman oozed sexuality. And she knew it. We both did.
“So,” Jude said, taking the seat to my right. “Dr. Lane Curtis.”
“So,” I said with a smile. “Miss Jude…”
“Allen,” she said. “Judith Allen. My friends call me Jude.”
“As in…”
“Don’t say it,” she said with a grin. Our eyes locked for a moment and we both knew what the other one was thinking. If I knew Wynn, he had already planted the possibility of their threesome becoming a foursome. I was up for anything, but I would prefer to have Jude to myself the first time to make sure we were compatible. Yes, sometimes you run across a girl who looks and acts like she’d be the best fuck of your life, but turned out to be like fucking a dead fish. I didn’t think Jude would be that way, but as Arianna was fond of saying, “You never knew how sweet the grapes until you’ve tasted the wine.” It was just a pretentious way of saying that you couldn’t know how good a lay a girl was until you tapped that ass.
“Hey, we hate to do this, but we’ve got to run out for a bit,” Holden said as he and Wynn came back into the kitchen, fully dressed in jeans and t-shirts. Holden was holding a set of car keys in his right hand.
Jude looked up, startled. “What? Why?”
“There’s some issue at the conference center,” Holden said. “We wrapped up things there last night, but apparently there’s a laptop and a projector that has gone missing and the manager of the Conner Center is losing his mind.” He leaned down to give Jude a kiss on the head. “Don’t worry. We won’t be long.”
Wynn moved in behind me and put his hands on my shoulders and gave them a squeeze. “Yeah, we won’t be gone long. Maybe an hour. Maybe two. I’ll text you when we’re heading back this way.”
Jude and I looked at each other for a moment. She smiled as Holden and Wynn went out the front door. We weren’t fools. We both knew what was happening. We were being left alone so we could get better acquainted.
“Well, could that have been any more obvious?” she asked, giving me a dreamy look that made me swallow the lump that had formed in my throat.
“I know,” I said, putting up my hands. “Look, Jude, I don’t know what those guys told you, but—”
“Just shut up,” she said, getting out of the chair, pushing it back with her legs. She tugged open the
sash and pulled the robe back slowly to reveal her perfect body to me.
Her skin was flawless…
Large, firm breasts with dark areolas and nipples the size of the end of my little finger…
Her pussy was shaved clean…
Her long clit was plump and pink.
She came around the table and held out her hand.
“Come on, Dr. Lane Curtis,” she said, taking my hand. “We’ve just got an hour. Maybe two.”
Chapter Fourteen: Jude
Fine, call me a filthy slut all you want, but damn it, the one thing my time with Holden and Wynn has taught me is that life’s too short to beat around the bush—which is why you should always keep your bush trimmed and ready for action!
When you have a rich, handsome, hot guy sitting across the table with you, eyeing your tits like a kid in a candy store, licking his lips as he gazes into your eyes, you just have to take the bull by the horns—or the stud by the balls—and do what feels good. And I had a feeling that what Dr. Lane Curtis was about to do to me was going to feel freakin’ amazing.
I took Lane by the hand and pulled him out of the chair and into my arms. I pressed my naked body to his as his hands slid around my waist and found my ass cheeks. His fingers dug in and lifted me up as if I didn’t weigh an ounce. He pulled me into the hard-on that was pushing through the front of his jeans. I wrapped my arms around his neck and stood on my tiptoes to reach his lips.
He was huge, taller than Holden and broader than Wynn. His body was one big muscle, like a boulder beneath my hands. His mouth was warm and wet. He kissed me like a man dying of thirst, drinking from my lips, sucking on my tongue as if he were pulling sweet life from it.
“Wow, I didn’t expect this,” he said, sighing into my mouth. He looked into my eyes, just a few inches from his. “Are you sure you want to do this? I don’t want to pressure you.”
I smiled. Like Wynn and Holden, Lane actually gave a shit about what I wanted, about what I was willing to do. That alone was enough to make me want to fuck his brains out. It was so rare to meet a man who gave a shit about anything other than getting his own rocks off.
“Oh, trust me, I want to do this,” I said, my fingers pushing the sport coat off his broad shoulders. I started opening the buttons on his shirt. He was wearing some kind of cologne. A faint aroma of musk wafted off his bare skin when I opened his shirt. His muscled chest was shaved clean. His nipples hardened as my hands ran across them.
“If you’re sure then,” he said softly, bringing his hands around to my full breasts. He cupped them in his palms and rolled his thumbs over my nipples. “But I’ll let you take the lead.”
“Wonderful,” I said, smiling as I rubbed my nose to his. “Come with me.”
Holden’s bedroom was still a total wreck, as was the guest room where Wynn’s shit was scattered all over the place. I took Lane’s hand and led him down the hallway to the guest bathroom. He followed me inside and smiled when he saw the wall above the sink was covered by a long mirror.
“I want to watch you fuck me,” I said, leaning back against the sink. I massaged my tits and gave him a nod. “But first, let’s see what I have to work with. Strip, doc.”
“Of course,” he said. He pushed the shirt off his shoulders as he kicked off the expensive loafers he was wearing without socks. Jeez, he had a body like freakin’ Thor! All rippling muscles and thick veins. Even as he unbuckled his belt I could see a huge erection inside his jeans. I mean, the man himself was huge, so it only made sense that he would have an enormous cock to go with the rest of him, right?
Lane did not disappoint.
When he slid the jeans and boxers down his legs, his huge cock sprang free and bounced in the hair. It wasn’t as long as Wynn’s twelve-incher, but it was a good ten-inches and girthy, with large veins that ran from his shaved crotch to the head of his cock, which was the size of a golf ball and the color or a plum.
“Will this do?” he asked, grinning as he started stroking his cock. It grew larger in his hand. The head blossomed and looked as if it might pop at any moment. He stepped toward me, wielding it like Thor’s hammer.
“That will do very nicely,” I said, reaching for him with both hands, my fingers wrapping around the thick shaft. It was like holding a warm-blooded anaconda. I leaned back on the sink and spread my legs so I could swirl his cock head around my wet pussy.
“You’re beautiful,” he said, his hands on my breasts and his lips at my ear. “I’d love to take the time to explore every inch of your body, but if I don’t fuck you soon I might just embarrass myself and cum all over your hand.”
“Hmmm… eager are we…” I said, milking the shaft, squeezing the head so little drops of precum would ooze against my skin. “We can explore later. For now…”
I let go of his cock and turned my back to him so I was facing the mirror. I braced my palms on the counter and pushed my ass toward his cock. I gave him a haughty look in the mirror.
“Come on, Dr. Curtis. You have my permission to bang the shit out of me.”
Lane smiled back at me and put his hands on my hips. Stepping closer, and without requiring his hands, he directed the head of his cock into my hole. The air rushed from my lungs as he impaled me with one hard thrust. His cock was so thick and round, my pussy opened up to let him come inside, then suctioned to the shaft. My juices started flowing, gushing, washing over his cock as he slowly pushed it in as far as it would go, then slowly withdrew it until the head was at my hole, then slid back in again.
“Holy… fucking… shit…” I sighed. I looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was all over the place. My mouth was hanging open so I could breathe. I was panting like a dog. Lane was behind me, hands on my hips, cock deep inside me, swaying back and forth, in and out, in and out. He was looking back at me, smiling.
“God… you’re so fucking… tight…” he said, panting the words. “Your pussy… milking my… cock…”
“You… fill me… up,” I moaned, watching him move behind me like a dancer, his large, muscular body setting the rhythm for both of us. The fire inside my pussy ignited again, sending waves of heat rushing through me like lava flowing down a mountain side. My cheeks reddened. Sweat popped out on my top lip and across my swinging breasts.
“Faster…” I moaned. “Bang me… faster… faster… oh bloody fucking hell…” I was suddenly lost in the heat of my building orgasm. I let my head drop and gritted my teeth. “Fuck me… Lane… harder… faster…”
Lane’s fingers dug deeper into my hips as he quickened the pace of his thrusts. He was banging me good and hard now, slamming his cock into my pussy, ramming my cervix, making my tits sway back and forth. With every thrust my orgasm got closer… the heat intensified… it was like being on an amazing ride that slammed you back and forth until you came, then you immediately wanted to climb back on board.
“Jude… fuck… I can’t hold it…” he moaned. I opened my eyes to watch him cum. Every muscle across his upper body inflated and clenched. Veins webbed across his chest and shoulders and up his thick neck. He gritted his teeth and growled, then, with one final thrust, pushed his cock inside me as far as it would go and filled me with such milky heat that I instantly came with him, my body jerking and twitching, my juices gushing over him, squirting, drenching his cock and balls. The hot air in the tiny bathroom filled with the smell of our sex.
“Oh… yes… yessss… yessss…”
I could bare speak.
I just pushed my ass toward him and hung on until we were through.
When it was over, I opened my eyes to find him smiling at me.
“Welcome to Midwestern University, Dr. Curtis,” I said, grinning as I let go of the breath I’d been holding. “I’m so happy you’re here.”
“Thank you, Miss Allen,” he said, leaning down to plant soft kisses between my shoulder blades. “So…” Kiss... “Am…” Kiss...“I.”
Chapter Fifteen: Holden
I won’t lie. I was a nerv
ous wreck as Wynn and I drove around town for an hour to give Jude and Lane a chance to get to know one another. That was never my original plan, to leave them alone so soon, but when Wynn suggested that we make ourselves scarce to give Jude time to form her own opinions of Lane, it just made sense. That’s one of the downsides of holding a doctorate in psychology. It’s hard to fight logic and common sense, even when your emotions are telling you to do so. I had to keep reminding myself, this was not about me. This was not about Wynn or Lane. It was about Jude. Whatever happened going forward was up to her. She was the one calling the shots.
“This is her decision, man,” Wynn said, sitting in the passenger seat with his phone in his hand, as if he had just read my mind. He was a big talker, but I could tell that he was a little on edge, too. He kept glancing at his phone every ten seconds, waiting for Lane to text with an update.
“I know it’s her decision,” I said, nearly barking at him. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I’m sorry. And you’re right. She doesn’t need to feel like we’re pressuring her in to anything because we are not. I just want her to be happy and enjoy herself. It’s up to her who she has sex with, not us.”
“That’s exactly right,” Wynn said with a single nod. He glanced sideways at me and prodded me with his elbow. “Still, it’s hard not to be protective of her, huh.”
I smiled and bobbed my head as I drove slowly through town, barely noticing the scenery around us. “Yeah, she is a very special girl.”
“Yes, she is,” Wynn said, sighing reverently. “Thanks for sharing her with me.”
“I’m not sure that was what happened,” I said, chuckling. “I’m pretty sure she’s the one actually driving this train. We’re just passengers on the Jude Express.”
“And what a ride it’s been,” he said, whistling through his teeth. “Man, this is a time I will never forget.”
“Make sure you tell Jude that,” I said.
“Don’t worry. I will.”
