by Amy Brent
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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, her 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
A Sneak Peek
My Best Friend’s Brother (Sneak Peek)
Chapter 1
Sarah
“Good afternoon, Dallas. Today, we have a very special guest here with us. Mason Baker, branded in the media as the second-coming of Steve Jobs, will be here with us today sharing his story, his success, and his secrets. Stick around because it’s going to be a doozy.”
“Sounds good to me,” my makeup artist said.
“You think so, Ang? I wasn’t sure if I should use his media persona in the opening or not,” I said.
“It’s what all the newspapers and magazines are saying about him. Can you believe his success? I think he made a deal with the devil,” she said and gave me a look.
“Have you seen his looks? I think he definitely made a deal with the devil.” I tried to hide the smirk playing at the edge of my mouth. Anyone with a pulse knew how fucking hot Mason was. Hell, he knew it too.
Angie and I giggled while she put on my makeup. In the three years I’d hosted my talk show in Dallas, she was the only veteran still here. ‘Does This Affect Dallas?’ was a show premise I had rolling around in the back of my mind for years before I finally pitched it to someone. All the talk shows nowadays were glorified gossip tables. I wanted something that would inform as well as entertain, a show that would dive into things that affected our beautiful city, breaking them down in entertaining ways to educate as well as distract.
And Mason Baker was just that.
“I can’t get over his dimples. I wanna poke my fingers in them,” Angie said.
“I could swim in those beautiful peridot eyes all day,” I said.
“And that thick, dark hair of his? Kill me in the face, please. I’d pay so much money to run my fingers through it.”
“His hair? I’d give anything to run my hands up those meaty arms of his. Did you see that picture of him in the media last week? Jogging around like he didn’t know the entire world was watching him?”
“Did you see the fucking video?” Angie asked. “The guy needs a damn jock strap.”
“There’s a video? Let me see.”
Angie put down the makeup and pulled her phone from her pocket. I watched the video and practically salivated, watching that cock swinging between his legs. The man was doing this on purpose. He had to be. No one made a hundred and fifty-seven million dollars in revenue their first year in business and didn’t understand he was being watched.
Then again, he wasn’t only known for his quickly-rising technology company.
“No wonder he’s a playboy,” I said, smirking. “That swinging cock could satisfy an entire block.”
“Then come back around for dessert,” Angie said, mumbling.
Out of all the interviews I’d done, I’d never been nervous. I had scored daily interviews with scandalous senators and had video interviews with some of the hottest names in Hollywood so they could talk about their charities. Anything that could educate Dallas and get them off their asses to help the world is what I focused on.
And Mason Baker’s product was no different.
His idea started with a social media campaign and the premise was simple, a device you could adhere to any surface to keep track of something. It came with an application you could put on your phone, tablet, or computer, and from there you could track up to thirty different devices. Thirty. You could stick it on the inside of your phone. You could wrap it around the keyring of your keys. It was pliable, bendable, waterproof, fireproof, and you couldn’t ruin it if you stepped on it.
The original campaign was set to raise two hundred thousand dollars, and it ended up raising almost four million fucking dollars.
All from donations.
The applications of this item were endless. You could put it on your car and track your car. You could put it on your children’s electronic toys and track where they were. Hell, you could put it on your fucking kid and track where they were.
The moment the product launched, it flew off the shelves, and it was Baker’s customer service setup that took the prize for that one. Complaints came flying in immediately from people who used it, and they used those complaints to tweak the product further. An updated product hit the shelves while those who complained about problems got a free upgraded replacement, and the product went viral.
Eight months into their official launch, they were trying to figure out how to ship overseas, and from there the rest is history. One hundred and fifty-seven million in flat-out revenue for their first year, and they’d only begun to scratch the surface.
It was absolutely incredible, and it was something that most definitely affected Dallas.
But those piercing green eyes and that muscular body. It was almost disarming how sexy this man was. Angie was finishing up my makeup while everyone started bustling around me, and that’s when I heard someone say it in the distance.
I heard them whisper that Mason Baker was here.
I knew I was going to nail this interview. I always did. But never had I found anyone I’d interviewed this hot. I mean, I could feel my pussy heating up for crying out loud. That was beyond unprofessional, and it wasn’t a road I was willing to travel down again, not after I’d caught my ex-boyfriend making out with who was now my ex-host.
It really wasn’t a big deal. I’d gotten the bitch fired within five minutes of figuring it out. Then, I took to kindly blasting them on social media. I made it apparent that the show does not tolerate unprofessional behavior of any kind, especially when it hurts multiple people involved. I told my fans that I’d interviewed senators and mayors and governors caught in scandals where they’d cheated on their spouses, and I took those accusations seriously. I used the moment as a platform to take a stand against men who manipulated, abused, cheated, and otherwise dealt anything else less than full respect to women they claimed to love.
Especially after what I’d endured in high school.
“Sarah?”
“Yeah, Ang?”
“You’ve got about ten minutes. You okay?” she asked.
I double-checked my makeup in the mirror before I gave her a confident smile. I stood from my chair and embraced her, pulling her close to me. She was the closest thing I had to a friend in this town, and I would always respect her and love her for allowing me to talk to her before every single show I did.
“You know I appreciate you, right?” I asked.
“Oh, yes. I know,” she said. “I just have to remember not to make out with your boyfriends. I quite like my job.”
We giggled one last time before I shook my head at her. I walked out of the room and down the hallway, smoothing out my outfit one last time. I got to the entrance of the stage as they were running the intro to the show, and then it was time for me to take my place on stage.
I walked up to the middle of the stage as the crowd cheered. Cameras panned around me, and I waved to the audience. Then, I made eyes with Camera 3 a
s it panned around me. I waved to my at-home audience and blew them a kiss like I did every show. I drew in a deep breath and started the opening I’d rehearsed in the makeup room.
“Good afternoon, Dallas. How’s everybody doing?”
The crowd of people erupted into cheers as I clapped for joy.
“Today, we have a very special guest here with us. Mason Baker, branded in the media as the second-coming of Steve Jobs himself, will be here with us today sharing his story, his success, and his secrets. Stick around because it’s going to be a doozy.”