by Amy Brent
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 nervous 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 scarc
e 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.”
Then the conversation stalled as we both started thinking about our time with Jude. Wynn would be leaving in less than twenty-four hours. I couldn’t help but wonder if Jude and I would just go back to our lives before Wynn arrived or would things be different now. I still wasn’t sure how I felt about her, and I knew she wasn’t sure how she felt about me. We had both been adamant. No strings, no attachments, no commitments, no bullshit. When it stopped being fun for both of us, we would simply walk away. I hoped that bringing Wynn and now Lane into our relationship didn’t turn out to be a grave mistake.
We drove around town for another half an hour, doing our best to make small talk like two old pals just catching up. We talked about his life in California, about my life at Midwestern, and about the possibilities of writing a book together. We did our best to keep our minds off of Jude and Lane, and whatever they were doing back at my house. After a few more minutes, I couldn’t stand it anymore. I knew that Wynn trusted Lane explicitly, but I didn’t know him from Adam. But if Jude was uncomfortable about the situation, she certainly didn’t show it before we left.
I parked a block down the street from my house and put the car into gear without shutting it off. I stared at my little house at the end of the street. “What do you think’s going on in there?” I asked.
“I think they’re getting better acquainted,” Wynn said with a long breath, probably remembering his first time alone with Jude. He turned in the seat to face me. “You’re still worried about her, aren’t you?”
“This is all new to her, man,” I said, my fingers squeezing the steering wheel. “I know she’s having a great time and all. I just don’t want her to do anything that’s going to have a negative effect on her, now or into the future.”
“She’s a strong, independent woman,” Wynn said. “She seems to have her shit together. And she knows what she wants. I’m pretty sure we’re the ones being used here. You should be worried about us. Not her.”
We exchanged a quick smile. That would be about like Jude. We thought we were fucking her, but in truth, she was fucking us.
And enjoying every last second of it.
“Think we can go in now?” I asked.
“Hang on a second,” Wynn said, looking at the phone which had never left his hand. He sent Lane a text and held his breath. After a moment, Lane’s response came back. Wynn read it to me with a grin on his face.
“This is Jude on Lane’s phone. You guys cum join the party.” He wiggled the phone at me. “Cum… c-u-m.”
“Such a clever girl,” I said, putting the car into gear to pull slowly away from the curb.
Wynn tucked his phone inside his jacket and shook his head. “A very clever girl, indeed. An apparently, you’re right. She’s the one driving this train. We’re just along for the ride.”
“Well, hang on tight, my friend,” I said, pulling into my driveway and put the gear into park. “Because I think the train’s about to leave the station again.”
Chapter Sixteen: Jude
Think badly of me if you will, but before I sent that text to Wynn using Lane’s phone, telling him and Holden to “cum join the party”, I spent ten minutes alone in the master bathroom, sitting on the pot, contemplating what I was thinking about doing. I mean, seriously, sex with three men at once? I never even imagined such a thing.
I never hesitated to have sex with Holden. Hell, I seduced him in his classroom the first time we met by flashing my pussy at him. And when he asked if I wanted to bring Wynn into the fun, I didn’t blink an eye. But now that Lane was here and the possibility of having sex with all three of them at once was a looming reality, I wondered if I should proceed as my body was telling me to, or to pump the brakes to slow things down, like my brain was suggesting.
“What do you want to do, Jude?” I asked myself out loud, though it was my BFF Izzy’s voice in my head doing the asking. She was always harping on me to make my own decisions, to be in charge of my own destiny, and not leave it up to anyone else, especially a man.
I thought about it for a moment more, then asked myself the next question Izzy would ask if I went to her for advice. Ten years from now, which would I regret most? Fucking three gorgeous men at once, or putting the kibosh on the party and sending everyone, maybe even Holden, on their merry way.
As I sat on the toilet, letting Lane’s seed seep out of me, I began to smile. I knew what I wanted to do. Lane had handed his phone to me when Wynn texted to see if he and Holden could come home. I had brought the phone in the bathroom with me because Lane told me to reply while he lounged in Holden’s bed.
I wiped myself off and turned on the shower for a quick lather and rinse. Before I stepped under the steamy spray, I sent the text to Wynn.
This is Jude on Lane’s phone. You guys cum join the party.
* * *
I spent fifteen minutes in the shower, lathering up my pussy and tits, getting all nice and clean for my three guys. That was the only thing about group sex that I didn’t much care for: the mess it made. Granted, it was flattering—and hot as hell—making two guys shoot their loads at once while I was doing my firehose routine, but the mess it made could be really… icky.
I turned off the shower, toweled myself dry, then opened the bathroom door without worrying about putting anything on. To say that I was both shocked and excited by what was waiting for me in the bedroom was the understatement of the century.
When I opened the bathroom door Holden, Wynn, and Lane were all lined up naked as the day they were born, standing at the foot of the bed with big smiles on their faces, hands stroking their respective ginormous cocks, which were all hard and waiting for me like hungry pups waiting to be fed.
“Well, isn’t that a sight,” I said, leaning against the bathroom door, my hands massaging edible, strawberry lotion into my breasts. Just the sight of them was enough to get my juices flowing again. I could feel the fire igniting between my legs, the lava starting to flow. Playtime was here…
“We thought we would save you the time of watching us undress,” Holden said, the smile on his face melting into a sexy pout. His right hand was slowly milking his cock. “We wanted to be ready for you.”
“The question is: are you
ready for us?” Wynn asked, one hand on his balls and the other tugging the twelve-inches of cock in his hand. I licked my lips as I smiled back at him.
“Can you handle all three of us at the same time?” Lane asked. Even though he had cum less than half an hour before, Lane’s cock was back at full attention and ready for action. He slowly worked his hand up and down the girthy shaft and grinned at me.
“I’m pretty sure I can handle you boys,” I said playfully. I cupped my tits and gave them a squeeze. “The real question is: do you think you boys can handle me?”
“We’re certainly willing to try,” Holden said. He came to me with his hand out. I put my hand in his and he pulled me in for a kiss. He whispered in my ear. “You sure about this?”
“Oh, I’m sure,” I said, biting his bottom lip, giving it a tug between my teeth. “You boys just tell me how this works and let’s get this party started.”
