by Amy Brent
“Well, the other ladies at the table had also gotten… pretty drunk and were… ah… making out like they were at a Roman orgy. That’s when Marsha took her hands from our cocks… and put an arm around each of our necks… and pulled us close so… she should whisper in our ears.”
“And what… pray tell… did she say?”
“She said… how bout you boys come into the ladies’ room… and fuck my brains out… To which we replied… ‘yes fucking ma’am’…!”
Jude closed her eyes as her pussy glided over the underside of my cock, drenching me with her hot oils, setting me on fire. She gasped each time her clit slid over the underside of the head. “And… oh… yes… right… there… tell me… more… what… happened… next…”
“We went into the ladies’ room… which happened to be vacant,” I said. I put my hands on Jude’s hips to help her keep the rhythm of her pussy sliding over my cock. “Marsha stripped off her clothes to reveal a pretty rocking little body… Turned out… she was a… into yoga… seems that flannel… hid it well…”
“She wasn’t… pudgy…”
“There was nothing pudgy about her, as you say,” I said, now finding it hard to steady my breath. “She needed fashion help… but her body was pretty fucking hot…”
“What… then… ohhh…”
“It took me and Wynn about ten seconds… to go from fully dressed to fully naked. We were both… drunk as shit… and hard as a rock. You think my cock is big? Wynn has me by at least a good two inches.”
“Why do I get the impression that you two perverts had a cock measuring session?” Jude asked, grinning down at me. “Be honest, you two are actually flaming gay, right?”
I chuckled because Wynn and I had talked about the fact that we were two of the most heterosexual guys on the planet, yet we were totally comfortable being naked around each other. Or having our cock and balls meet when we were fucking the same end of the woman.
“No, you have my word… we are as straight as… our cocks are long,” I said with a grin.
“Okay, I’m going to take your word for it,” Jude lifted herself up and held my cock steady with one hand. Slowly, she lowered her pussy on to my cock and sighed like it was pushing the air from her lungs. “There… that’s… better… now… more… tell me… more…”
“Marsha took a cock in each hand… and started milking us both…” I said, trying to focus on my story, which was hard given that Jude was sliding her tight pussy up and down the shaft, impaling herself on my rod until the tip hit her cervix, then back out and in again. She reached down with two fingers and started rolling her clit between them.
Her voice became a whisper. “Oh… more… go on… more…”
I did my best to continue. “Marsha milked us both… she was kissing me while… Wynn played with her tits… which were natural and quite… large… I might… oh… add… My hand went to her pussy… she had a thick bush… could have… used a trim… but her pussy was… oh… shit... Jude… fuck… her pussy was so wet it… dripped on my… fingers…”
“Which one of you… fucked… her first…” Jude’s eyes were closed now. Her fingernails were digging into my chest. It hurt like fire, but I didn’t care. Her hips were sliding back and forth, back and forth…”
“We… played with each other… for a few minutes… then Marsha told us she wanted to… suck my… oh… fuck... uh… she wanted to suck… my cock while Wynn… fucked her… from behind…”
“Did you… care which end… you got…”
I smiled. “Fuck no… I was happy to … fuck her… mouth… if that’s what… she wanted…”
“Mmmm… I love sucking… your cock… go on…”
“So, I leaned back against… the sink… and Marsha… bent forward and cupped my balls… in one hand… and started pumping… the shaft… while she sucked… on the head… Wynn got behind her… put his hands… on her hips… and… and… and… started to… shove his big cock… into her… hairy box…”
“Oh… fuck… Holden…” Jude moaned, her hips moving faster now. “Play… with my tits… play with… my fucking… tits…”
I reached up and filled my hands with Jude’s luscious melon tits, so milky white and perfect, with dark areolas and plump pink nipples that reminded me of gum drops. When I squeezed her nipples, she let go a long, low moan.
“Wynn started fucking her… from behind… hard… slamming into her as… deep as he… could go… rocking her… into me… as she sucked my cock… She reaches around me… and starts squeezing my… ass cheeks… digs her fingers in deep… starts teasing… my asshole…”
“Mmmm… I know you love that… my finger… in your… ass… while… I suck your… big cock..”
“Yes… I do…” I moaned. “So… Marsha is giving me… one hell of a blowjob… which was… surprising… since… she spent most of... her time eating… pussy…”
Jude giggled and quickened the pace. She was fucking me faster now, coming down harder on my cock, forcing me deeper inside her.
“Wynn said… he was gonna… cum… and I said… I was gonna… cum… so Marsha stands up… lets my cock fall out of her… mouth… and Wynn’s cock slides… out of her… pussy… She gets down on her knees between us… and jacks us both off… until we cum at the same time… all over her face and tits…”
“Oh… holy fuck…” Jude said, her hips pummeling faster on my cock. “Holy… fucking… hell… I’m going to… fuck… more… Holden… tell me… more… fuck… hurry… what else…”
I squeezed her tits as I felt my balls get hot and tight. I was a volcano about to erupt in the sweetest pussy I’d ever had the pleasure to cum in. I tried to finish the story before we both popped.
“So… we both shoot… ropes of milky cum… all over her tits… She keeps milking… milking us… hands going… crazy… then she screams… at the top of her… lungs … ‘I’M CUMMING, BOYS!!” We hear what we… thought was water running… we look… down and… Marsha is squirting… all over the floor… I mean… her pussy is gushing… like a broken pipe… all over… pooling beneath… her… and she’s still… pumping our cocks…”
“Oh… fuck… oh… I’m... cumming… Holden… oh… fuck… yes… yes… yes… YES!!!!!”
I grabbed onto Jude’s hips as she came in waves, hot juices washing over my cock and balls like the ocean tide coming in on a hot summer night. I came with her, shoving my thick cock inside her tight box as far as it would go and filling her with my hot milky goo. She bucked on top of me like a rodeo rider. I arched my back until she was lifted completely off the bed.
“Oh... fuck…” she finally sighed, falling onto the bed next to me. She rested her cheek on my sweaty chest and sighed. “Then what happened?”
I was trying to catch my breath. I, too, was covered in sweat and sticky stuff. I blinked at her. “What?”
“She jacked the two of you off onto her face and tits, then squirted all over the floor,” Jude said. “What happened next?”
I smiled. “She just said thanks guys and told us to fuck off.”
“She did not.”
“She did, too. She told us to put our clothes back on and get lost so she could clean up her mess”
“Why, that ungrateful bitch,” Jude said with a devious grin. “She just used and abused you two bozos then kicked you out. I guess she could have ordered you to get a mop and help clean up.”
I put my free arm behind my head and gave her a little nod. “Yes, it was just terrible. I had never felt so used in my life.”
“I bet,” she said with a grin. “Did she ever use and abuse you two bozos again.”
I had to grin at the look on her face. “A few times. It turned out that stuffy Professor Clarkson was quite the sex maniac.”
“Oh my god,” Jude said, rolling her eyes. “Guys are terrible. I swear, you’d fuck a goat if there were no women left on the planet.”
“Well, now, that would depend on the look and temperame
nt of the goat,” I said. I put my left arm around her and pulled her close. “What about you?”
“What about me?”
“Would you ever want to do a three-way with me and Wynn? Is that something you’re open to? Being with two men at the same time?”
She was quiet for a few seconds, then quietly said, “I don’t know. Maybe.”
“Never done a three-way? No history of raging orgies in your past?”
She put her chin on my chest so she could look me in the eye and shook her head. “No, I’ve always been a one fuck at a time kind of girl. I’ve never really thought about it. But you know my motto.”
“I didn’t know you had a motto,” I said, brushing a strand of hair from her damp forehead.
“Sure, I do.”
“Well? What is it?” I asked.
She leaned up to bite my bottom lip. “Never say never.”
CHAPTER FIVE: Holden
The biggest question was not whether Wynn would want to have sex with Jude. That, was a given. No, the biggest question was one only I could answer and that was: was I willing to share Jude with Wynn? And would Jude even be open to the idea?
I believed Jude would be open to the idea, given our past conversations and her free-wheeling sexuality and noncommittal attitude toward sex. I had always been totally open and honest with her when it came to my own sexuality.
I was as heterosexual as a man could be, but I enjoyed sharing women with my best friend, Wynn. We had double-tapped more women than I could remember, usually one of our older students or a faculty member or some woman we’d met at a restaurant or a bar somewhere.
I had no problem getting naked or fucking in front of Wynn and vice versa. We were there to give pleasure to the woman and get pleasure for ourselves. Period. And we enjoyed doing it together. Some people might have thought that we were weird and maybe a little gay, but that’s just the kind of friendship we had. We liked to bang the same girl. In our highly-trained, psychologically-enlightened minds, there was absolutely nothing wrong with that.
So, again, was I willing to share Jude with Wynn if that’s what both of them wanted? Wynn and I had not shared every woman in our lives because some women did not like the idea of having sex with two men at once. They think it was slutty, immoral, beyond their imagination, simply something they would never do. So, if I told Wynn that Jude was not a good fit for our little three-way play, he’d totally understand and not question me again.
On the other hand, how presumptuous of me would it be to deny Jude the incredible pleasure a guy like Wynn could offer a woman like her? Not sharing Jude would have been a totally selfish act on my part. I would have been thinking only of myself, not of her, and that would not be fair.
Besides, neither Jude nor I had branded ourselves monogamous. We were not a couple. We were not exclusive. We had no dibs on each other. To the contrary, we were both free to have sex with other people if that’s what we wanted. It wasn’t like we had that much extra time to fuck other people. Jude and I had been spending every waking minute together, which left neither us much time to explore sex with other people.
I was sitting in my classroom pondering that very point on Thursday afternoon when my phone buzzed on the desk. I looked at the screen at the smiling face of Wynn Driver calling from California.
“Sup man?” Wynn said with a big grin on his face. “You still at work?”
“Just finishing up,” I said, looking around the dark classroom. It was a stark comparison to the blue sky and ocean waves behind Wynn’s head. “You at your beach house?”
“I am,” Wynn said, glancing around as the ocean breeze blew his surfer boy hair in his eyes. “Wish you were here, my man. Another gorgeous day on the beach. Bitches in bikinis everywhere!”
“So, did you call to make me jealous that I’m here and you’re there, or was there a purpose to the call?” I asked, cocking one eyebrow.
“There is always a purpose to my calls,” he said. “I wanted to clarify something before I land there tomorrow night.”
“Clarify away,” I said.
“I assume that while not busy at the conference, we will be back to our old hard-partying ways while I’m there.”
“You assume correctly,” I said. “You think I’d let you come to town and not get your pipes cleaned?”
The he asked the question I’d been considering. “Sooo… does that mean that Jude is going to be partying with us?”
I had told Wynn all about Jude and had even sent him a few naked pics I’d snapped with her permission while she was sucking my cock. She had her pink lips suctioned to the crimson head of my cock and was taunting the camera with her bright blue eyes. I knew Wynn would want to meet her. After seeing the pics I’d sent, there was no way he couldn’t.
“I’ve broached the subject with Jude,” I said honestly.
“And?”
“And she is intrigued to say the least,” I said.
“Does she know about our little tag team act?”
I chuckled at the reference. There were many times when we had high-fived each other like wrestlers while changing ends of the woman we were fucking. I said, “I may have mentioned a few things to her about our act, yes.”
“And did she seem open to playing along?”
“Let’s just say that she did not shut me down,” I said. “In fact, now that I think about it, some of the hottest sex we’ve had was after I told her a story about you and me fucking the same girl.”
“Bam!” Wynn said with a big grin. “You got her on the line, my brother. All I gotta do is reel her in.”
“Maybe,” I said, nodding. “Just be aware that Jude is not like any woman I’ve ever been with before. Probably not like any woman you’ve been with.”
That piqued his interest. He gave me a thoughtful look through the video. “How so?”
“She is hypersexual, and considered herself a nymphomaniac with a teacher complex until I helped her see that she was just a healthy young woman who likes to fuck.”
“My favorite kind of healthy young woman,” Wynn said with a big toothy grin.
I smiled at him. “She is open, honest, and in your face. She is also fiercely independent and if you piss her off, well, just don’t piss her off.”
“Gotcha,” Wynn said, mocking a serious face. “I will not piss her off. And I’d never do anything that she didn’t to do. You know me, man, I’m a pussycat in the bedroom.”
“You’re a pussy hound,” I said, chuckling. “So, we’ll just play it by ear then. If Jude isn’t up for a little three-way action we can find someone who is, no problem. Maybe we can line up Marsha Clarkson and a couple of her bisexual friends who are not ardent man haters. Maybe we go to the RC and work ourselves into a little orgy. I know half the women on the association board would be willing to play.”
“I can always booty-call Jean Milton,” Wynn said, referring to the wife of Jefferson Milton, the head of the psyche department and my current boss. Jean was a hot forty-something piece of ass that Wynn screwed the entire time he was a professor at Midwestern. It was only by sheer luck that her husband never caught them fucking in every room of his house, sometimes while he was in another room entertaining guests.
“I’m not that big on tapping Jean Milton,” I said. “She’s hot, but I don’t think she would be up for a threesome. And I’m not sure I want the headache of fucking Jefferson Milton’s wife. Unlike you, my independently wealthy friend, I need this job.”
“Fine, I’ll fuck Jean by myself while I’m there,” Wynn said with a shrug. “You don’t know what you’re missing. Jean is a hot, hot fuck.”
“I’m sure she is,” I said. “I just don’t need the heat.”
“Then we’ll find another lucky girl to go three-way with us if Jude is not interested in playing along.”
“Sounds like a plan,” I said with a firm nod. I glanced at my watch. It was nearly five o’clock. Jude was waiting on me to have dinner. “Okay, I’m going to have to run. Wh
at time’s your flight?”
“Fuck, I don’t remember the exact time,” Wynn said. “It’s an afternoon flight out of Los Angeles, arriving late Friday night there. I’ll email you the itinerary when I’m back at my computer.”
“Okay, I can pick you up, no problem.”
“Fuck that,” he said, shaking his head. “You guys rented me a car, so I can drive myself from the airport. You just concentrate on lining me up some nice ass for the weekend.”
“That, I can do,” I said with a smile. “Okay, partner, see you soon.”
“Later,” Wynn said, holding up a thumb. “And don’t forget to talk to Jude.”
“I will,” I said with a sigh. “I definitely will.”
CHAPTER FIVE: Wynn
My flight into Midwestern Regional Airport landed on time at 9:15 Friday night after a quick connection in Denver. The little airport was relatively deserted at that time of night, so it didn’t take long for me to find the Hertz counter and pick up the 2017 Nissan Maxima the psych association had rented for me for the weekend. I tossed my bag in the trunk, rolled down the windows, cranked up the music, and nodded at the lot attendant who was dozing in the little gate house as I passed. As I pulled out of the airport and onto Interstate 45 south to Madison, I felt like I was going back in time.
It had not been that long since I was a struggling professor of psychology at Midwestern University, one of the small regional universities dotted around the state. I had come to Midwestern just over four years ago when my old college roommate and best pal on the planet Holden called to say there was an opening in his department.
