Knocked Up on Valentine's Day

by Amy Brent

  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.”

  * * *

  You have no idea how truly coordinated and dexterous you are until you have wild sex with three men at the same time. Thank goodness, the guys had done this before, so I let them take the lead and did as I was told.

  I lay on Holden’s king-sized bed literally surrounded my hot, horny, gorgeous men. I was on my back with my legs spread wide and toes curled.

  Holden was between my legs, his mouth on my cunt, licking, sucking, fingers probing, making me gush like a raging river in springtime.

  Wynn was lying on his side to my left with his cock at my lips. I was pumping him with my left hand and sucking on the head of his cock like it was a big crimson lollipop.

  Lane was on top me, straddling my ribs, being careful not to put his weight on me. His long cock was sliding in and out between my tits as he hands pressed my globes together tightly around his
shaft.

  I would have loved to have been a fly on the wall watching it all like a kid at a three-ring circus. Or had a hidden camera so I could watch the footage later. At that moment, I was just trying to keep it all going. Breathe… suck… pump… breathe… fuck… my pussy… so… good… ohhh… my tits…

  “God…” I moaned as Holden’s tongue brought me to climax again. I couldn’t see Holden because of the very large man straddling me, fucking my tits, but I could hear him licking my pussy and sucking up the hot juices I was squirting all over his face. He hummed as he worked.

  “Fuck, that’s… oh yeah…” Wynn said when I opened my mouth and took him in until his cock head hit the back of my throat. I suctioned my lips around the shaft and sucked hard as my tongue slid along the underside of the head, teasing the nerves there. “You’re gonna make me cum… if you keep… doing that.”

  “That’s… the point…” I sighed. I let Wynn’s cock slide from my mouth, but kept my hand going over the slobbery shaft. I looked up at Lane, who was sliding his long cock between my tits. He had lubed up my cleavage with more of the edible strawberry lotion. I leaned my head up and licked the head of his cock when it came up through my tits. It tasted like a salty, strawberry lollipop.

  “Oh… shit…” Lane gasped, his tongue hanging out like a weary dog as my tongue teased him. “I’m right… behind you… buddy… I’m gonna… shit…”

  “Holden…” I said. “Holden… you there?”

  Holden looked around Lane. He was smiling. His face was covered with my goo. It glistened on his cheeks and chin like a glazed donut. “Yes?”

  “Will you… please… fuck me… now…”

  “With pleasure,” he said. I felt his strong hands under my legs as he lifted my cunt up to meet his rock-hard cock. I closed my eyes, reveling at the feeling of the head swirling around my hole. Then he was suddenly inside me, one hard thrust, pushing until he could go no more, then sliding out and in, out and in.

  “Fuck…” I sighed as I turned my attention back to Wynn’s cock. I brought my right hand up to Lane’s chest and squeezed his nipple, which was like a hard pebble protruding from his muscular chest.

  “Guys… I’m… fuck… ready…” Holden said, his hips thrusting faster now, his cock rocking my body as it hammered in and out. “I’m gonna… cum…”

  “Me… too…” Wynn said, his cock swelling in my mouth. He started moving his hips back and forth to mouth-fuck me as my hand squeezed the shaft.

  “I’m there…” Lane said, his cock sliding between my breasts, his hands tweaking my nipples hard. I opened my eyes to find him looking down at me with his mouth hanging open and sweat covering his forehead. “Jude… are you… ready…”

  I could not answer with my mouth full, so I just squeezed my eyes shut and moaned with Wynn’s cock in my throat and Holden’s cock deep inside me. Soon, my moans were drowned out by the grunts and howls of the three gorgeous men all cumming at one with me. Wynn exploded in my mouth, shooting his warm, salty milk down my throat and over my lips. Lane exploded between my tits, shooting ropes of milky goo over my chest, neck, and face. And Holden… sigh, my darling Holden… came with such force that it set my cunt on fire. We climaxed together, him filling my cunt with hot cum and me squirting my hot juices back over him. The room filled with the aroma of sex, sex, and more sex.

  Our bodies twitched and jerked for a moment more, finally fell still, then we got the giggles when Holden said, “Friends, this fucking train has arrived.”

  It must have been an inside joke between the boys because I didn’t really get it, but I laughed along anyway.

  I had just had one of the best orgasms of my life, I was covered and filled with cum from both ends, and the only thing I could think was… now… now I’ll have them… one at a time…

  Am I a nymphomaniac?

  Am I a slut?

  Should I be ashamed of what I’d done?

  You tell me.

  What would you have done if you were me…

  Epilog: Jude

  One year later…

  I sat in my little office with the thick book clutched tightly to my breasts. My eyes were filled with tears of joy. It was all I could do not to burst out crying, I was so proud of my three boys. I set the book on the desk and gently caressed the cover with my fingertips. The cover of the book had the blurred image of a naked woman sitting on the edge of a bed with her knees together and arms covering her breasts. It was me in the picture, but no one would ever be able to tell.

  “You inspired this book,” the three of them had told me after letting me read the first draft a few months ago. They wanted to dedicate the book to me by name, but I said no. I had no desire to be known as the woman who inspired a book on the science of group sex. That’s when the idea of putting my blurred image on the cover came up.

  Holden had put his hands on my shoulders and gave me a smile as he looked deeply, appreciatively, into my eyes. “Jude, this book would never have happened if it wasn’t for you. If we can’t use your name, how can we give you credit?”

  “Come on, Jude,” said Wynn, moving in to give me a hug. “Let us dedicate the book to you in some way.”

  Lane was on speaker phone from Los Angeles. He spoke up. “Hey, I have an idea…”

  And that was that. I became the blurry girl on the cover, and they promised that no one would ever know. Lane even had hired a famous photographer to fly in and do the shoot, and made him sign a nondisclosure agreement.

  I let my fingers go across the title; a simple font in white: Sex In Numbers, A Scientific Approach To Group Sex.

  The names of the authors made me smile as my fingertips traced each name. I turned the book over so I could look at the photograph of the three of them on the back.

  From left to right: Dr. Lane Curtis, Dr. Wynn Driver, Dr. Holden Moss.

  My boys.

  My men.

  We had spent so many nights together over the last year, at Holden’s house in Midwestern, at Wynn’s place in Malibu, and at Northwoods, Lane’s sexual spa in the mountains. The boys worked on the book together and called me their muse. Any time they would get stuck or suffer writer’s block, we’d have a marathon fuckfest and the words would again magically start to flow.

  The book came out a month ago and was an immediate bestseller. Holden was now on the road with Wynn and Lane, doing book signings, making public appearances, doing the network morning shows, and a shit ton of television and online interviews.

  Holden called me every day to give me an update. And to tell me that he missed me. And to send me images of his cock with a sad face drawn on the head. I loved Holden and he loved me, but we were sexually-free adults, just like those profiled in his book. There was no jealousy, no anger, no commitment, and no possessiveness. We just… were…

  “Um, Professor Allen? Did you want to see me?”

  I looked up from my desk to see one of my grad students standing at the open doorway with a timid smile on his face. Toby Reese was his name, twenty-two years old, six-foot-two, lots of muscle and enough brains to graduate at the top of his class at the end of this semester.

  He had been flirting with me since the semester began two weeks ago.

  Since graduating with honors, I had taken a position at Midwestern as an interim professor, filling in for Holden while he was on the road. I still intended to open my own practice soon, but for now, I found teaching incredibly fulfilling; and found it to be very, very interesting, being on this side of the desk.

  I looked up at Toby and smiled.

  “Yes, come in,” I said, opening a drawer and sliding the book out of sight. He stepped inside the office and quietly closed the door. And locked it.

  Funny, the teacher’s pet was now the teacher.

  And the young man at the door looked like he would make a wonderful teacher’s pet.

  But this teachers’ pet wasn’t interested in any of this shit now.

  All she cared for was her three men, he
r three teachers, and being with them forever.

  Sorry Toby, it’s not gonna work out.

  Not now, since I am kinda committed…

  Am I?

  THE END

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  Reginald

  Business was booming and there was nothing else Reginald Covington loved more. At 49 he was tall, in great shape and despite his two failed marriages, he still had more than enough money to last the rest of his life. He glanced down at the laptop on his desk, knowing he needed to find a few more applicants to interview for the assistant position.

  He sighed heavily, running a hand over the salt and pepper stubble on his chin. Human resources were never his area of expertise, and he didn’t want to start doing it now. A sly smile lit up his face when he thought of why this had all happened in the first place.

  Sheila was a firecracker, and the sex had been great. Sadly, she had wanted more than he was willing to give and when she quit, he wasn’t really surprised. It left him in a lurch temporarily, and left his bed cold. He tapped the screen of the monitor, leaning back slightly as it buzzed to life. He had known better than to even start the affair up, but he had done it anyway. He knew then it was the one and only time he would mix business and pleasure.