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Pen gets home from work to find Colin dozing on the chaise in the living room, and the sight of him makes her breath catch, as it always does. He smiles in his sleep, and he looks so breathtakingly handsome that Pen has to pinch herself knowing that he is somehow her boyfriend. 

Clearly, he's having a good dream, because he groans and his smile widens, his hand hovering over his crotch. She watches as her bag falls to the floor and she adjusts her pencil skirt, hungry eyed as she realises his shorts are tented and the outline of his cock is unmistakable.

Really, she knows she should think about dinner, but in truth, she's not hungry—not for food, anyway. She takes the few steps towards him and drops to her knees, ignoring the burn of the carpet as she slowly, carefully eases off his shorts. Chuckling lightly to herself, she is glad to see he's commando underneath.

Truly, it's been a long day, and all Pen wants is what she's wanted all day—to suck off her boyfriend. She knows he worked nights the past week, though, so she hasn't forced it with him, she understands that their schedules don't always line up. Plus there's the issue of the roommate.

Even as she wraps her hands around the base and strokes him tenderly, admiring the prominent veins and ruddy pinkness of his beautiful member, she can't help but think of Michael Stirling, Colin's roommate from before they got together, before Pen moved in. Michael's always been perfectly charming, perfectly polite, yet something about him has always rubbed her up the wrong way. Or maybe what she really needs is to rub one out thinking about him…

“No,” she tells herself firmly, aloud. She's not going to think of another man when she's nose to nose with her boyfriend's cock. She inhales deeply, taking in the smell of him, watching as he sleeps and moans as she licks him from base to tip. All the while, she’s gently stroking his balls, squeezing them. She adores doing this for him, so much so that she's content warming him with her mouth for hours on end at his feet as he watches TV or reads. He adores it when he can see how much she drools around him, her face sticky with spit, not letting her wipe it away because she's his mess. She loves when he comes down her throat, spurting on her face and neck and tits and stomach, loves when he makes a mess of her and then waits for her to lick as much of herself clean as possible, and the thought of this makes her moan herself as she greedily parts her lips for him. 

It's enough to wake him, and she drags her lips off his cock slowly, with a loud pop, as Colin's eyes flutter open. “Sorry,” she says with a grin, and he smiles back, knowing she's not sorry at all.

“Missed you,” he says instead, stroking her hair. 

She can't resist pressing a kiss on the tip of his cock, red and shiny and swollen from her ministrations. 

“Missed you more,” she tells him softly as she looks up at him, and her breath hitches when his finger tilts her chin upward so her eyes meet his. His blue eyes are blazing with fire.

“Love you,” he murmurs. 

“Love you more,” Pen counters, and Colin laughs. 

“Oh, that's how it is, is it? Wanna show me, Pen? How much more?”

She doesn't answer, instead taking a deep breath before taking him fully in her mouth. He's so big, both in width and length, and it took her a while to get the hang of this, of taking him down her throat without gagging. It's worth it, so fucking worth it when she can let go like this, and let him fuck her mouth to his heart's content the way she needs. When his cock hits the back of her throat, she relaxes easily, letting him go deeper, revelling in his groans that get louder until her nose is brushing against his rough wiry pubic hair.

“You're taking me so perfectly, Pen,” he tells her as he yanks at her ponytail suddenly, pulling her forward and even deeper, “like you were made to deepthroat me like this.”

She breathes furiously through her nose, hollowing her cheeks so he can thrust into her throat, swallowing—

“Goddamn, your throat’s so tight, sweetheart,” he continues, relentlessly thrusting back and forth, and she knows he won't last long like this, it's why she warmed him up in the first place. She's drooling all around his cock, wetting her blouse in the process, and she reaches behind him so she can cup his arse cheeks and bring him even closer— “I bet your pussy is even tighter, isn't it, going without me this long, for you to wake me like this, God, Jesus fuck, Pen, I'm coming, I'm coming—”

He comes and comes in spurts down her throat, filling her mouth until the drool dribbling from her lips is a heady, salty mix of his cum and her spit. Even then, she licks at his softening cock greedily, fondling his balls as she gazes up at him. 

“You're fucking amazing, darling,” he tells her, and she preens and blushes at his praise. “So smart and so good with your mouth. Beautiful, taking my cum like that. So messy and beautiful.”

He reaches out, wipes at her chin, then laughs as she snatches his hand and licks his palm and then his knuckles, before sucking his fingers two at a time. 

“Told you I love you more,” she says with a shy smile, and he shakes his head as he pulls her on top of him.

“Unlikely,” he declares—but then he freezes, looking over her shoulder, and when Pen turns around herself, she gasps.

For, standing right there in his business suit and briefcase is none other than Michael fucking Stirling.

He's clearly aroused. Pen can tell from the erection he isn't even trying to hide straining against his trousers. Her mouth waters for him, for reasons she doesn't fully understand—she’s with the man she loves, after all. And yes, Colin and Pen have talked about threesomes, how it's never been a hard limit for either of them, how Pen would prefer another man because of certain… fantasies she has, and yes, perhaps some have been of Michael, but he's Colin's roommate, for God's sake, and…

“Want to join us?” Pen says before she even fully realises what she's saying. But when she looks back at Colin, he looks briefly at Michael, then nods. 

“You're not mad?” Michael asks as he drops his briefcase, and Pen shakes her head. 

“Should have realised you could just walk in. And you're very handsome, so—”

“Pen,” Colin whines, but somehow Pen is more confident than she anticipated. 

“You know I love you,” she assures him. “But… well, it doesn't hurt that Michael's easy on the eyes too, right?”

Michael still looks unsure, but Pen knows that hungry look in his eyes. She's seen it when she's brushed past him in the kitchen wearing little more than one of Colin's shirts, looking for snacks in the cupboards and then having to wheedle him to get them from the top shelves. Or when he glances at her tits when it's clear she's not wearing a bra while eating breakfast.

Still, there's one way to move things along, and if he is unwilling… well, Pen won't push it. She gets up off her boyfriend's lap, walks to stand directly in front of Michael, her hand finding his chest. Pen plays briefly with his tie, watching him carefully as he gulps when she moves her hand down, to his crotch, caressing the noticeable bulge in his trousers. “I could take care of this for you,” she tells him softly. 

Michael, bless him, glances first at Colin, who is watching them both hungrily. Colin nods, his hand fisting around his cock. “I've been dreaming about this, you know. My beautiful girl sucking you off.”

Pen glances back at him, smiling. “You should have said something, darling.” Then she looks up at Michael, who's even taller than Colin, and judging by the bulge swelling beneath her hand, he's larger, too. She moans, wondering if she'll come from this. “So? Can I?”

“Can I kiss you first?” Michael asks, and she smiles. Oh, what a gentleman. Pen stands on her tiptoes, but even then Michael has to bend his knees to kiss her. He tastes different from Colin, of course, but she also knows Colin's claimed her when he came in her mouth, and she thrusts her tongue brazenly into Michael's mouth, getting used to the taste of him. 

It's only when she pulls away from him, watching hungrily as a strand of spit unravels between them and finally breaks off, that Pen realises Colin is behind her. He's tugging off her skirt, and she turns around briefly, kissing him too, raising her eyebrows in question.

“Let me fuck you while you fuck him?” Colin murmurs in her ear, and she's so wet she's sure her knickers are utterly ruined—though Colin removes them without a second thought, tossing them aside. Pen’s hands are a little shaky as she tries to fiddle with Michael's belt, and he chuckles a little, taking over and tugging down his trousers quickly. His suit jacket is next, then his tie and shirt, and Pen doesn't even bother taking his boxer briefs off, just parts them enough for his hard cock to spring free, groaning as his precum coats her fingertips. She licks at them, moaning again with delight. 

It's a little tricky logistically—Pen gets Michael to sit on the chaise where Colin was, gives her easier access. Then she gets on her hands and knees, at Colin's suggestion, and she spreads her legs, waiting for Colin to enter her drenched pussy, only he's taking his sweet time. 

“Colin?” she says, and she looks up at Michael, whose cock is in his hand, pumping it slowly. He looks aroused, his eyes glazed, and when Pen carefully takes one hand off the floor to wrap around Michael's cock, she groans in relief, finally feeling Colin's cock at her entrance. “Colin!”

“I said I'd fuck you while you suck him off, Pen,” Colin says in a gravelly voice. "Put your mouth on him and I'll give you what you need." She is desperate then as she envelopes Michael's thick cock in her mouth. He tastes so different from Colin, but she likes it, likes how responsive he is. Michael's not as brazen as Colin, stroking her hair rather than pulling on it— 

“Fuck, you're good at this, Penelope,” Michael utters with a groan, and at the same time, Colin enters her in one fluid stroke, making Pen gasp around Michael's cock, and it feels so damn good she wonders if that's all it will take for her to come. “I thought you'd think I was too big, or something –”

She moves off Michael with a pop, her chin shiny with saliva, gasping as Colin fucks her slowly. 

“I like that you're big,” she tells Michael breathlessly. “Means you can stuff my throat, go deep the way Colin's doing with me now.”

“Fuck,” Michael mutters, and Pen takes a deep breath, taking his cock into her mouth again, just as Colin fucks her even deeper. She groans and drools around Michael's cock, her lips stretching around him, and it takes a bit more effort for his wide girth to fit, but it's worth it when she hears Michael praise her. “Fuck, Penelope, you're so fucking tight. You're going to swallow me down, right? Can I come in your throat?”

Pen just nods, her mouth stuffed with him, gasping with pleasure as Colin goes faster, thrusting her forward so Michael's cock hits the back of her throat and then just keeps sliding down. She wishes she could stay like this, on her knees before this beautiful man with his gorgeous cock thrusting into her throat, while her boyfriend fucks her from behind and pounds at her sopping pussy—

“You sure—”

Pen nods again, more frantically, her eyes watering from every time Michael fucks her, going faster and faster just like Colin does with her pussy, and she comes so hard that she barely even realises Michael's come too, not until she realises her mouth is full to the brim with his salty cum. She swallows it willingly, turns around to kiss Colin and give him a taste while still stroking Michael's balls. Colin growls against her mouth, thrusting into her more roughly, going so deep that Pen is on the verge of another climax. She wails and moans, and suddenly she feels a slightly rougher hand on her clit, pressing circles there, realising it's Michael, and God, the stimulation is too much, too much—-

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Pen spills out as she reaches her orgasm, just before Colin comes inside Pen. She can feel him fill her up with his cum and it feels delicious, like he's completed her, like he always has. She collapses onto the floor, lying on her back, a dreamy smile on her lips. “How was that, boys?”

And somehow they all start laughing. Pen spreads her legs, watching as Colin's cum starts to trickle out of her pussy, and without even thinking about it, she fingers herself lazily, moaning in satisfaction as she brings her fingers to her lips. She doesn't expect twin groans from the men above her as they watch, and Pen knows she's in for a treat tonight.

She takes off her shirt, exposing her lacy bra, and then takes that off too. Pen looks at Colin first, and he joins her on the floor, cradling her left breast in his palm and kissing her nipple. “You're so beautiful, Pen,” he tells her as he licks at her stiffened nipple. “These fucking tits of yours—I could drown in them. Gorgeous.”

“They are,” Michael agrees as he mimics Colin, joining Pen on her other side. She nods before he can ask, taking Michael's hand and placing her breast there, and he growls a little. “Look at how pink they are.”

“Just as gorgeous as her cunt, trust me,” Colin says. “Especially right now, drooling out my cum.”

Pen arches her back when both men kiss her breasts, even more so when Colin slips his fingers into her pussy. “Look at you,” he breathes, and Pen is startled when Michael's fingers find her clit again, going in steady circles while Colin fucks into her hard and fast. “You can come for us, can't you, sweetheart?”

“Yeah, come for us, Penelope,” Michael adds, sucking down hard on her nipple as he does so—but the breath threatens to leave her lungs when Colin stretches out her pussy with another finger, three of them, curving inwards to hit her g-spot so she's squirting, all over Colin's hand, on his wrist, on the bloody carpet that they'll have to wash out and maybe Michael should pay for it because it's all his bloody fault—

Only then, Colin kisses her, swallowing her cries, not relenting in how he fingers her until she pushes both their hands away.

“That was stunning,” Michael tells her earnestly, and she flushes again at the praise.

“Not the first time she's squirted like that,” Colin says proudly. “Want a taste, Pen?”

She nods, unable to speak, parting her lips for Colin's fingers. She prefers his cum over her own, to be honest, but she's not opposed to tasting it every now and then. Heaving herself up, Pen’s eyes widen as she takes in her boyfriend's stiffening cock, and then his roommate's.

“You can have a go, Michael,” Pen offers. “You haven't put your fingers in me yet. Or your cock. And I want to suck off Colin again.”

This time, Pen knows how she wants it: Colin, on the floor, sitting up against the chaise; Pen, draped over his lap, his cock in her mouth, her arse high in the air as her legs spread wide; Michael, between her thighs, able to play with her clit and fuck her with his fingers. Doggy style is by far her favourite position, knowing how deep she can take Colin like that, and she shivers in anticipation, thinking about how much thicker Michael would be in her pussy. 

It's a relief, feeling the familiar texture and taste and smell of Colin's cock, as much as she enjoyed Michael's, because Colin is the man she loves. Michael, while sweet, is just the roommate. And she thinks he knows this. She takes her time this time, giving Colin head, licking at the underside of his cock, caressing the veins with her tongue, suckling on the swollen tip where she knows he's sensitive. Then she starts taking him inch by inch, jolting every now and then when Michael caresses her clit, as if trying to see if he can get her off just like this. Pen’s not complaining, though, she'll let him take his time with her. 

But Pen herself is greedy, too greedy to warm Colin's cock for very long. She savours the moment when she finally feels the head of his cock press on the back of her throat, guiding him inside, just as Michael does the same with her pussy. Her juices are definitely coating his fingers, all of them, a mix of her cum and Colin's and even more of her own arousal at present. She is dripping, and the thought of this only drives Pen forward, swallowing around Colin's cock just as she feels the nudge of Michael's cock at her opening. She feels him stretch her, first with his fingers, then with his cock, and she moans around Colin's cock in her mouth. 

“You're so tight, Penelope,” Michael says hoarsely from behind her. “Even after I warmed you up—”

“Fuck her deeper, Michael,” Colin tells him, and she would laugh if she didn't have her mouth full. Of course he'll say that. God, does she love this man. “As deep as you can go, my friend. She'd tell you herself but her mouth is kinda occupied right now, you know? You should see how deep she's taken me all the way down to her throat, how fucking perfect she is—”

“You're very lucky,” Michael says with a sigh, but he does as he's told, fucks Pen deeper. Every time he does, Pen bobs her head on Colin's cock, letting him thrust into her mouth until he's almost on the edge—

And then she takes her mouth off Colin, easing herself off Michael at the same time. Both men moan in protest and she smiles as she stands shakily. “You don't need to sound so disappointed, boys. I know you're almost there. I want you both to come on me. Wherever you want.”

They're both eager after that. Colin insists that Michael goes first, his cock in his hand, but Pen moves his hand away, stroking him instead. She goes slowly at first, tortuously so it seems, reaching down between her thighs until her fingers are glistening with her cum, spreading it slowly onto Michael's cock. “You're so thick,” she tells him admiringly. “I enjoyed having you in my mouth. And when you were in my pussy… my God. Never felt so stretched in my life.”

“Sorry,” Michael says, but Pen shakes her head.

“You should be proud. For getting it inside. And you felt so good—I’d let you come inside me another day, if you want.”

Michael's eyes are almost black with desire. “Yes,” he says breathlessly. “Please.”

“But for now,” Pen continues, her strokes firmer now, quicker too, “I want to feel your cum spurt on my body. So I'm covered in you and Colin. Wherever you want.”

In the end, Michael ends up coming pretty hard, thick ropes of cum covering Pen’s thighs and stomach, and he slumps back on the floor, leaning against the nearest armchair. Colin has been silent this whole time, watching them intently, and it's only when he gets his turn that he speaks.

“Where do you want my cum, Pen?”

She gulps, looking down at his cock, how angry and red it seems, matching the flush of Colin's cheeks. 

“Any–anywhere you want,” she rambles. “Boyfriend privileges.”

She hears Michael chuckle at this briefly, but her eyes are on her boyfriend. 

“Please, Colin. I want to be covered in you. I need it.”

Colin sighs. “You look beautiful like this.”

“So do you,” she tells him desperately. “The most beautiful cock I've ever seen or had the good fortune to touch or kiss. I love you. I love you. Please.”

She knows it does everything for him, when she begs like this. “If I didn't know any better, Penelope Featherington, I'd say you're gagging for it.”

“Always,” Pen says instantly. “Please, Colin.”

She offers up her tits, dropping to her knees, the perfect position for Colin to notch his cock on her cleavage. He shakes his head, though, parting her lips with his fingers and shoving his cock in roughly. She cries with joy and takes every thrust with so much gusto that her mouth is drooling, eyes weeping, pussy dripping, all of it for Colin. She can feel Michael's eyes on them, watching, and she reaches out blindly for his cock, finding it and squeezing where it's half hard just from this display. Her eyes are streaming at this point but she doesn't care, not when her boyfriend has her at his mercy and she has another cock to caress in her hand and then—

Fuck, then Colin withdraws suddenly, spilling his cum all over her chin and jaw, and he keeps coming, ropes of cum splattering on her neck and tits, so she's drenched in him, in both of them. 

“Look at you,” Colin says again in awe, raking his gaze down her body. “Fuck, Pen. That was—fuck.”

“You're perfect,” she tells him reverently. “I love you.”

Then she turns to Michael with a smile. “Want to help clean me up?”

Her boyfriend's roommate has never moved so fast.

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It takes Colin and Michael a full week of them doing this for them to kiss. 

Penelope isn't really fussed, mostly just delighted in how she has not one but two handsome men desiring her. It's not the be all and end all of life, she knows that perfectly well, but considering how her sisters and mother would often ridicule her, how Prue in particular would tell Pen she would die a virgin—well. Pen thinks she has every right to be smug about it.

And she knows the attraction is there. She asked Colin when they were alone, just the two of them, if he'd like the taste of Michael's cum, and he'd flushed. 

“He tastes different from you,” she'd said casually as she pumped his length on the way to the shops, her hand stilling only when Colin was parking in their usual spot. Thankfully their windows were tinted, so no one could see what they were doing, but as soon as the car was parked, Pen reclined Colin's seat, letting him lie back so she could resume the hand job that quickly became a blow job when she licked at the pearl of precum at his tip. She grinned as he groaned, his hand tangling into her hair, and she suckled at the tip of his cock, licking a long line down to his base, both her hands wrapped around him. 

“Does he taste better than me?” Colin said in that gravelly voice of his. He yanked her head up and off his cock by her ponytail and she gasped with the pleasure of it. “Pen.”

“No one could taste better than you,” she told him breathlessly. “But you have to admit, he's got a pretty dick.”

“He does,” Colin agreed, sighing, and Penelope felt victorious at that, because they both knew he was bi but didn't talk about it much. It wasn't that he didn't accept it, but he didn't talk about it much, not as readily as Pen did her own sexuality. 

“Maybe next time you can ask for a taste?” Pen asked, and that wicked grin returned to Colin's face as his eyes darkened.

“Maybe later,” he told her firmly. “But for now, I want your pretty lips wrapped around my own cock, if you don't mind, darling.”

She laughed and dove back in enthusiastically, teasing him, laving every inch of his cock with her lips and tongue. She was getting wetter by the second and could feel her knickers get damper as she swirled her tongue around his tip before taking him deep into her throat—and he must have been more restless than usual because he didn't last long, spilling into her mouth. Penelope swallowed his cum warmly, gulping him down, not stopping until she had licked off every last drop, cleaning him up and tucking him back into his trousers. 

“There you go, love,” she said sweetly, just before he kissed her suddenly, knocking all the wind out of her. He didn't stop, though, not even when she was gasping, not until he slipped his hand under her skirt and grazed her clit with his thumb. 

“You're drenched, sweetheart,” he murmured. 

“Of course I am,” Pen breathed. “Sometimes I come just from sucking you off, you know that.”

He grinned lazily as his fingers found her pussy and started fucking into her, his thumb going expertly in circles on her clit. Pen writhed under his touch, so sensitive, especially when he curved his fingers inside her to caress her g-spot. “Yeah, still seems hard to believe,” Colin said. “You're so beautiful like this, Pen, and somehow you love me even though I couldn't be more out of your league—”

“That's not true!” Pen insisted, gasping and letting out a breathy moan as he finger fucked her and her hips lurched forward with every thrust. “You're the one who's too good for me, not the other way around—”

He interrupted her with a kiss, not stopping what he was doing, and she let out a cry, knowing her orgasm was building. “That's it, sweetheart, come for me, come on my fingers, that's a good girl—”

“I am, I love being your good girl, Colin, I love you—”

Her climax hit her hard, and Colin fucked her through it with his fingers, lightening his touch on her clit so his thumb was only fluttering, slowing his thrusts until his fingers came to a complete stop. She smiled, in a bit of a daze, letting Colin straighten her skirt and wipe away a little of her lipstick where it had smudged across her cheek. 

“There,” he pronounced, kissing her one more time, lingering for a few moments before tucking her hair behind her ear. “You still look a bit debauched, but it's only Sainsbury's, I suppose.”

“Colin!” Penelope said, laughing, but she watched as he got out on his side of the car, moving quickly to her side to open the door for her. She took his hand and surprised him by kissing it reverently, before getting out of the passenger seat. 

“For the record,” Colin said as she shut the door, not letting go of her hand, “you're the one who's too good for me. And I feel like I get the final say in this if you want to come tonight.”

Penelope pretended to roll her eyes, but she knew without a doubt as she gazed at her boyfriend that she loved him entirely. 

Which was why she was wearing the anal plug all day today, to ready herself for later tonight. She hadn't told Colin, or Michael, but it was time—she wanted to know what it would feel like, having both of them inside her like this, filling her in ways she could only dream of. As long as they were both up for it, of course. Pen and Colin had tried anal a few times and it was definitely fun, but it was also usually not worth the bother to do regularly, not when they have a whole repertoire of sex positions to try and endless stamina to test them out. 

Now there's a third person to occasionally join them, however… well, there are some things Pen wants to try. Being fucked by them both in both holes is one. A proper Eiffel Tower spitroasting is another—but she knows that depends on if Michael and Colin are up for that.

Beyond this, she's dreamed of being on her knees with Michael's cock down her throat as Colin fucks him from behind. God, her mouth waters at the very thought. But so far, all they've done has been with her as the focus, and she doesn't want to push things too much, even if she knows they both fancy men and Michael at least has definitely slept with them.

Colin had discovered the anal plug when they'd gotten home from the shops, looking askance at her as she shimmied out of her skirt and stripped off her knickers for him. His hands had been cupping her breasts, lips and teeth grazing her nipples so they became red and swollen and kiss-bitten, and Pen was about to take off her shirt entirely when she felt him release her tits to fondle her arse. 

“Oh.”

“God, it feels good being stretched out like that again,” she told him, moaning as he tentatively gave the plug a push inwards. “Fuck, Colin…”

“Is this for later?” he asked, playing with the plug, pulling it out slightly and then pushing it into her hole again, and fuck, it felt amazing. “Me and Michael?”

“If you want me?” Penelope asked, and she was pleased at how he practically pounced on her on the bed, uncaring that he was still clothed. 

“Is that even a question?” he growls. “Jesus, Pen, you've been walking around all day with this up your beautiful arse because you wanted to be stuffed tonight? Is that it?”

“Yes,” she said in that breathy tone that she knew did everything for Colin. “I want to feel you in my arse and Michael in my pussy. I want to know what it's like to have both your cum inside me. Like I'm the filling of this sex sandwich.”

He grinned and laughed wickedly at that, undoing his fly, without warning plunging his cock into her—and she'd forgotten how full this made her feel with the plug in her, how perfect and hot her boyfriend was, fucking her roughly so she knew she was his first. And she did. 

“Maybe I'll fill you with my cum and then plug you up in both holes,” Colin grunted as he thrusted into her. “Or maybe I should just let you walk around the rest of the day with my cum on your thighs so everyone knows you're mine, you'd like that, wouldn't you, darling?”

“Yes, please, Colin, I need—” But she broke off, whimpering at how hard he was fucking her, the way his balls slapped against her skin as he set a punishing pace for them both. She loved when he lost control like this, when he talked dirty like this.

“What do you need, Pen? Say it to me, darling, or I won't let you come.”

“I need you,” she said desperately, sure that the sweat on her face was trickling down her cheeks. “I need you, Colin—”

“Say it,” he repeated, stopping abruptly, and it was enough for Pen to feel like she was losing her mind.

“Please,” she whispered, “you know what I need, Colin—okay, okay, I need your cum, I need your cum, please, I want you to fill me up with your beautiful cock the way you did in my mouth earlier, please, please, please—”

He cut off her words with a bruising kiss, one that left her gasping as he resumed fucking her, not stopping until he filled her up, her pussy milking every last drop of his cum. She hadn't come just yet herself but was on the very edge, which Colin knew as he withdrew from her, pushing his fingers into her pussy while pulling out the plug in her arse just a little, before slamming it back in. Pen was shaking, mewling with every touch, every thrust.

“Turn over for me, sweetheart. On your front so I can see your lovely arse.”

She obeyed without thinking, pressing her face into the pillow as he continued to tug at the plug an inch or so, before pushing it back in. Penelope tried to relax into it, but she was squirming each time, until she could feel Colin's fingers start fucking her pussy again—and then she knew her orgasm was close. She muffled her cries in her pillow before Colin stopped, moving the pillow away.

“I want to hear you, Pen. I want to hear you scream.”

And scream she did, as every time he tugged at the metal plug in her hole he also was hitting her g-spot, a tortuous rhythm that Penelope relished in. Her lungs threatened to give out as she screamed through her release, breathing heavily as his ministrations slowed. She could barely hear Colin getting up, not until he turned her gently on her side, offering her tea, kissing her forehead. She smiled, her body utterly boneless from pleasure. He brought her Malted Milk biscuits, her favourites, along with a cup of tea, and all the while, the anal plug was still there up her arse, reminding her of what was to come later.

When it came to the actual fucking, they were waiting for Michael, who was the only one at their flat working on a Saturday. They'd been watching TV, and Pen had become bored, moving to sit at Colin's feet. Sometimes she did this, sitting cross-legged with her face pressed against his clothed crotch, nosing gently at the outline of his cock through his clothing until she could feel him hardening. That was when she would switch to mouthing at him through fabric, at the increasing bulge forming beneath his trousers—and all the while, Colin would lazily stroke her hair, occasionally whispering things to her, content with where they both were. Eventually, like today, Pen would grow impatient, unzipping his fly and pulling down his boxers just enough for his cock to spring free so she could caress and stroke it. Mostly, she would hold his cock in her mouth, nestled into her cheek as spit mixed with precum dripped into her lap and trickled down her chin.

She loved that Colin let her do this. It made her feel safe, knowing she could keep him warm, while also being thrilling in never quite being able to predict when it became too much for her boyfriend and he would snap, abandoning whatever show he was watching or book he was reading to start fucking her face. 

He was just about to start doing this in earnest when they heard the door open and Michael coming in—they both knew it was him because of how he was humming. Colin paused, and so did Pen, pulling back slightly but still with her boyfriend's cock in her mouth. Michael smiled at them both, already shucking off his jacket. He was wearing a more casual outfit than usual, looking effortlessly handsome as always in a dark shirt and dark jeans.

“I see you started without me,” Michael teased, coming over to join Colin on the chaise. Pen didn't reply, her mouth still full of cock, but her hand found his crotch and she gasped at how he was already hard. Without letting her mouth slip off Colin, Pen took off her knickers and skirt, moving so her arse was in the air—a clear invitation if ever there was one. 

Only Michael was looking at Colin—staring, really, and Pen watched, unwilling to move from her position except to go back to crouching before Colin. Colin perhaps surprised them both, kissing Michael, and Pen tried to contain her moan, muffled by Colin's cock as she sucked on him. 

God, are they beautiful together. She can see Colin's tongue dart out to part Michael's lips, and though Pen knows it's not his first time kissing a guy, she also knows Colin's never done anything outright sexual with one either. She moves her hand back to Michael's crotch, and he helps hastily, not pulling away from Colin, just unzipping his fly for Pen to grasp at Michael's cock with her hand. It's so large she can't close her hand around it, but she can stroke him while she sucks off her boyfriend. Again, she takes him deep, into her throat, and it's only then that Colin breaks off the kiss, enough to return his attention to his girlfriend.

“She's so beautiful,” Colin says aloud as he lies back in the chaise, and Pen can feel both men's eyes on her as she bobs her head up and down, letting him stretch her throat. 

“She is,” Michael agrees, his hand covering Pen's, where she's still stroking him. “So are you. I've wanted to tell you that since way before I found you guys together—”

“You should've,” Colin says, groaning loudly as he reaches the precipice of his climax, and he thrusts forward powerfully, so much so that Pen chokes on his cock as he fills her throat with cum. She breathes deeply, managing to get her breath back as she moves off him, slurping down her boyfriend's release and then moving quickly to Michael so she can give him her attention. 

“You're so gorgeous when you're drinking him down like that, Penelope,” Michael says, settling back, letting her use both hands to wrap around his cock. “Makes me want to have a go.”

“You should,” Penelope tells him, glancing up at Colin, who's watching them both and blushes at her words. “Colin wants to do the same for you.”

“You don't have to,” Michael says hastily, but the lust in his eyes is unmistakable.

"Neither do you," Colin counters. "But I want to."

"So do I," Michael admits.

“After,” Colin says, his voice rough and full of desire. “After we both fill our girl with our cum.”

“You mean—”

“I'll show you in a minute,” Pen promises, and without warning she takes him into her mouth, urging him forward. Still, it takes a few tries, of Michael thrusting into her throat, first just to hit the back of it, then once Pen relaxes all the way, she takes him all, swallowing hard even as her eyes water. He starts to fuck her throat in earnest now, and Pen puts her hand to her neck, marvelling at how well he fills her, how she can feel him and how huge he is, how she needs to feel him in her sodden pussy—

“Is your cunt going to be this tight, Penelope? Gonna take me so well, never had someone give such good head, you're—fuck, fuck, God, how lucky am I, being able to come down your throat? Yeah, that's good, that's so good, babe, so good, I know, I know you can take it—fuck—”

He spills and spills and spills, to the point where Pen’s mouth overflows and her shirt is stained with Michael's cum. Still, she's smiling, her face a mess as she gets to her feet and climbs onto Colin's lap to kiss him, giving him a taste. Colin kisses her back, licking at her jaw, at her neck where her skin is coated in Michael's release, and it's only as she opens her eyes and makes to take off her shirt that she sees Colin has taken Michael's hand. 

“Kiss him,” Pen says, and Colin raises his eyebrows at first—he’s the one to give orders normally—but then does just that. Their kiss is messy and lewd sounding and utterly beautiful, and Pen sighs happily, taking off her bra. “Can't wait for you to both fuck me at the same time.”

“Don't we usually?” Michael asks. She takes his hand, places it on her arse cheek, and he trails it down, gasping gently as his hand finds the plug. “I see. Maybe I can go down on you first, Penelope, and then—how did you want us?”

“You in front, filling my pussy, and Colin behind, filling my arse.”

She doesn't expect Michael to laugh, nor for Colin to join in.

“You have to hand it to our girl. She thinks ahead.”

“That she does,” Michael agrees, getting up to take off his shirt and then sinking to his knees. Pen moves so she's still in Colin's lap, just with her legs spread for him, and she can feel Colin shiver beneath her in anticipation. It doesn't take much for Michael to dive in, tilting her legs up so he can lick a hot stripe into her pussy, which is still dripping with her own arousal as well as Colin's cum from earlier. This doesn't seem to deter Michael, though, and she can feel Colin's cock twitching underneath her as Michael works her open with his fingers, his mouth suctioning around her clit. Penelope wails, bucking her hips upwards, but Colin holds her down without asking with one strong arm, kissing down her neck, both of them watching as Michael continues to fuck her with his mouth and fingers. 

“Michael,” she groans, “Michael—fuck, please don't stop, Michael—”

“He's not gonna stop, sweetheart, not until you come, not until he can taste you and me on his tongue—you know Pen’s just been leaking my cum for the last hour, Michael? And now you're just lapping it all up—”

Michael doesn't say anything, just devours her with more fervour, and Penelope reaches out at the same time as Colin to stroke Michael's hair. 

When Pen comes, she reaches such a high that she sees stars, a whole galaxy, really, breathing heavily as she pushes him away. Michael's grinning as he sits back, his jaw sticky with her, watching as she floats back to herself. 

“That's it, darling,” Colin murmurs in her ear. “You came so good. You've been so good. Such a good girl.”

“Your good girl,” she says dreamily, her eyes closed. 

“Do you need a minute?” Michael asks her, and she shakes her head. Still, when she gets to her feet she's unsteady, laughing as both Colin and Michael reach out to catch her. 

“I think she's cock-drunk,” Colin says to Michael, and she just giggles more. 

“I love you,” she tells Colin, twisting around to kiss him and almost losing her balance again, but of course, Colin doesn't let her fall. He never will. 

Still, his face becomes serious for a moment. “You sure about this, Pen?”

Penelope nods, looking at Michael and then at Colin. “Positive. Maybe… maybe I can ride Michael and then you fuck me from behind, Colin?”

Colin just moans, and her eyes move down, realising that he's fisting his cock and that Michael's doing the same. Michael does as he's told, lying on the rug on his back. Pen is shaking a little from her orgasm but manages to clamber on top of him, and it takes a bit of manoeuvring to find an angle that works for both of them. Colin offers Michael a pillow, which he takes and places under his body just as Pen sinks into Michael's cock. It's a slow process, having to go inch by inch, her pussy stretched beyond belief by this man's thick cock. 

“You feel amazing,” Michael tells her, trying clearly not to move. He's not as used to staying still as Colin is, clearly. 

“I feel so full like this,” Penelope confesses, leaning forward to kiss him—and as she does, she realises that Colin is pulling out the plug in her arse. With a loud squelching sound, he pulls it out completely, and she can hear the squeeze of the lube bottle as he coats his fingers generously with it. “I'm ready, Colin.”

She whimpers as he pushes one finger into her hole, and because that ring of muscle has been stretched out all day, it goes in with little resistance. Two fingers is a bit harder, and Pen can feel the pain of it, but she loves it too, knows that when she relaxes she'll have the best orgasm of her life or at the very least, the chance to be filled and stuffed to the brim by her two favourite men. 

All the while, Michael is patient, taking her breast into his mouth, suckling at it while he tweaks her other nipple. Then he switches. 

“You have such perfect tits,” he tells her as Colin eases a third finger in and Pen whimpers again. “I love being able to hold one and know that it'll spill beyond my palm—”

“And you have such huge hands,” she says with a grin. “I like it when you play with them.”

“You okay, Pen?” Colin asks, thrusting his fingers in, and she moans appreciatively. 

“I will be when I can feel your cock,” she tells him, and he laughs. She can hear the lube bottle squeezing again, the wet sounds of Colin stroking his cock. 

“All right.” Colin eases into her, so, so slowly, and this time Pen is glad for it, because it's a lot. 

“How does it feel?” Michael asks from his position below her, and she pushes her hands more firmly on his chest. 

“I'm so full,” she moans. “I’m—stuffed the way I dreamed of—fuck me. Fuck me. Please, Colin, Michael—”

She wails as she surges forward on Michael's cock, taking him deeper into her pussy as Colin fucks her arse, and it's a lot, it's too much, but she loves it, loves how both men are talking her through it, working her open. Her eyes start to leak as Colin fucks her harder and Michael lifts his hips up to slam into hers, meeting her thrust for thrust.

“Look at you, Pen, taking us so well,” Colin croons, “knowing how full your gorgeous cunt is, how you've split open for us both like a good girl, beautiful girl, my God, Pen—”

“And you did this for us, Penelope, you got yourself ready for this, and I can feel your pussy dripping on me, fuck, yes, come for me, babe, come for us—”

Penelope screams so loudly that the sound reverberates around the room, her climax ripping from her throat as she convulses violently around Michael's cock, and she knows she's not done. She knows that when the two of them spill inside her she'll likely come just from that, from the sheer eroticism of their joined hands at her side, how her hand covers theirs. 

“You can do another, right, sweetheart?” Colin asks, and Pen can only nod as her climax washes over her. 

“I'll do anything for you,” she says after a moment, her voice hoarse as she cries out and rides Michael harder. He takes her legs and throws them over his shoulders, letting him fuck her even deeper.

“That's better, isn't it, babe? So you can feel me—”

“Yes, Michael, I feel you!” Penelope cries out. “Colin—”

“I know, darling, I know, you're doing so well, you feel so good, you're being so good for us—”

“Come inside me,” she begs, “please, both of you, I want to drip your cum down my legs, so I can remember this, please, give it to me—”

That does it, Michael comes with a roar, spilling inside Pen's pussy until her thighs are sticky and wet with cum. It does everything for her, being filled like this, and her orgasm is quieter this time, her walls clenching around Michael's lovely cock until her pussy milks him for everything he has. Colin is next, though he withdraws somewhat so he's not spilling too far deep into her, most of his hot, thick cum landing on her arse cheeks, spurting directly onto the backs of her thighs. Pen collapses forward, exhausted, still fully seated on Michael's softened cock, the three of them breathing heavily. 

Slowly, gently, Colin is the first to move off them, slumping back onto the chaise. Pen is too spent to move, and Michael is still gasping from the force of his orgasm. 

“You're amazing, Penelope,” Michael says, and then he looks up at Colin. “So are you, Col.”

“Yeah, well, we did all the work,” Colin says dryly, and the three of them laugh. Pen makes to get up, extricate herself from Michael, but Colin's hand on her shoulder stops her. “Can you keep Michael's cock warm for me, please, Pen? At least until he's ready for me to have that taste?”

Pen moans happily, staying where she is, doing as she's told. She can feel Michael's intake of breath at Colin's words, and there's no way she's missing the way they look at each other.

She loves Colin, truly, and she'll feel this fucking way into the next week—but it is worth every second. So Pen gets comfortable, leaking cum from her pussy and her arsehole, and goes about the important business of warming Michael Stirling's cock for her boyfriend to suck. 

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Pen is going to be sore later.

Right now, she's just deliciously wet, fucked so full in her pussy and arse that she wishes there was a way she could always be like this, leaking cum out of her. The lewd, obscene, amazing squelching sounds of Michael's cum as she settles down more firmly on his softened cock somehow does everything for her, turns her on and makes her even more drenched. Maybe it's because Colin told her to stay there and she always listens to him (well, most of the time). She gets off on it, anyhow, when Colin orders her around. Maybe it's because of how Colin bends down slightly, gives Pen a lingering kiss on her lips, then does the same with Michael, before murmuring something about cleaning himself up and Pen gets to watch him leave, eyeing his gorgeous body shamelessly as he walks naked to the bathroom.

She looks down at Michael, who has a sated smile on his handsome face. “Did you ever think when we first met that we'd end up like this?” he asks, and Pen laughs.

“Actually, I'm not sure I remember when we first met. I just always remember you being around—”

“Well, I did live here first,” Michael points out drolly, lying back on the rug. Penelope grins, puts her hands on Michael's bare chest, tracing the tattoo he has over his heart—the initials, J.S. She makes a note to ask him about that sometime. “And I do remember when we first met. It was after Colin had that awful breakup with that ridiculous girl—”

“Marina,” Pen says, wrinkling her nose.

“Yeah. I always thought that he was way too good for her. And I said to him after you left that if I didn't know any better, I would have said you two were together, the way you acted. How you'd always have your hand on his arm and be able to read him like your favourite book.”

Penelope smiles. “He is my favourite book. He's my favourite everything. I love him very much,” she confesses. “And he loves me. I think both of us spent way too much time pretending we didn't and wasted even more time seeing other people, but I always felt like I was cheating in some way.”

“On the guys you were seeing?”

She shrugs. “Or the girls—but no, that's not what I meant. I mean, it is, because I was almost always imagining Colin when I was with anyone else. But I meant that it felt like I was cheating on my best friend whenever I tried to ignore my feelings for him by seeing other people.”

“I'm guessing it doesn't feel like that now?” Michael asks, and his smile is still there but it's a little tentative. She reaches down to kiss him, her hand finding his so he can place it on her bare breast.

“No, it doesn't. I'm not ignoring my feelings for him. I'm literally keeping you warm for my boyfriend to suck you off. Totally different thing.”

They both share a laugh.

“I guess it is.” 

“And… to answer your question,” Penelope continues, “no, I didn't think this would be happening when I met you, but I might have dreamed about it before.”

“What specifically did you dream about?” Michael asks, arching his eyebrow in interest.

Only now does Pen flush, which is an achievement given she is fully seated on him, his cock having stretched her wide to the point of aching most pleasurably. “The three of us together, just once. I had this fantasy about being fucked by Colin and you at the same time… but it was never really that vivid. Since then, though? Um, it's a lot more?”

“A lot more like what?” His cock twitches inside her, and she can see the dark gleam of arousal in his lovely eyes. Her walls squeeze him encouragingly and he twitches again. 

“Some of the things we've done, like you fucking me from behind while I suck Colin off,” Penelope says in a rush. “We’ve always done it sitting, though, and I wanted to see if we could do it with you both on your knees too. Like a proper spitroast with me in the middle, getting fucked and used by you both. Maybe you'd come inside me first, and stay there, like you're doing now, and just watch as Colin fucks my face so I can take him in my throat the way I love. And then by the time he comes in my mouth, maybe you'd be hard again, and I could hold Colin's cock in my mouth as you fuck me all over again, but slower this time maybe. And I love, love, love just warming Colin up like that, I think I'd come at least three times from that alone, until he comes again, and we could just keep going until one of us gets tired. And I wanna do it in front of a mirror so I can watch. Fuck, I'd love that so much.”

“Jesus, Penelope—”

“But also… other things,” Pen goes on relentlessly because now she's started she can hardly stop. “I wanna see if there's a way Colin can fuck my face while he sucks you off, or if Colin can pound into my pussy as I suck on your cock but just upside down, or—”

“Fuck,” Michael groans, and good God, Pen can feel him getting hard at her words and she can't help but thrust her hips downward onto his lovely cock, taking him deeper. 

“Or,” Pen says breathlessly, “and you feel so lovely by the way, Michael, letting me warm you up like this for my gorgeous boyfriend, I can feel you so deeply in my pussy and you're so thick, so beautiful inside me, Colin's gonna love sucking on you—I want to have you both making out as I suck Colin's cock and stroke yours, and vice versa. Maybe I can even fit you both in my mouth, split my lips wide open like I did for you both before, so you can both stretch me and fill me up together—and I want you both to come in my mouth. Want to be filled to the brim and overflowing with your cum, I can just imagine it, the taste of you both dripping off my lips and chin, onto my tits, in my lap if I'm so lucky. What a beautiful treat.”

“Penelope,” Michael says, his voice borderline needy as he tries and fails not to thrust into her, and she can tell he's fully hard now. “Where the fuck did you get such a dirty mouth from?”

“I just have a vivid imagination?” Penelope tells him with a grin.

“I've never met a girl who's so good at blow jobs before. Who enjoys them this much.”

“What can I say, Michael? I'm a giver. It gets me off.” Just then, Colin returns to the room. He's still naked. Good. “Colin,” she calls, “d’you think you'd be able to fuck my face while you suck off Michael?”

Thankfully Colin just grins, meeting Michael's eye briefly, barely skipping a beat. “Of course, sweetheart. You'd love that, wouldn't you?”

“I'd love it so much. Maybe Michael can sit on the chaise for you and I can kinda slide under you when you're on your knees?” 

“God, yes.” Colin strides over, half-hard as he bends his knees slightly and kisses Pen gently. “You okay, darling?”

“Course I am. I warmed his cock for you, love, just like you asked,” she tells him.

“Good girl,” Colin murmurs, and she preens, her walls fluttering around where Michael is still fully sheathed within her. “Such a good girl, Pen, I love you.”

“I love you,” she whispers back, her hand still on the back of his neck as she kisses him again. Michael's sitting back on his hands, grunting and sighing gloriously. 

“You ready for me, Michael?” Colin asks, his voice taking that gravelly edge that Pen recognises all too well. 

“I'm so ready.” Pen can't help but laugh because he's so eager. She can't blame him.

And with a heave of effort, Pen tries to get up and off Michael's cock, but it's difficult because he's swelled inside her so gorgeously. Part of her is tempted to ride him again, get another orgasm—but Colin asked her just to warm him, not fuck him for herself. It hurts, easing herself off him, delicious pain that Pen will feel for the next few days, and she moans appreciatively as she feels herself drip onto his hard cock, glistening brightly with her juices and his cum as she extricates herself. 

With another pant, Pen finally gets to her feet with the help of Colin. They both help up Michael, leading him to the chaise to sit, and Pen watches hungrily as Colin tentatively reaches out to stroke Michael's cock. Michael's sharp intake of breath as Colin more confidently closes his hand around Michael's length and strokes him more firmly only serves to turn Pen on more, especially with their cum still leaking from her pussy. Colin moves to the side a little bit but doesn't stop what he's doing, allowing Pen to lie on her back and slide backwards, her head brushing the edge of the chaise directly underneath where Michael is sitting, and at this angle, she can see the ruddy underside of Michael's large cock. Maybe it will make her insane, but for right now, her mouth is watering looking at his perfect length, still glistening from his cum as Colin continues to stroke it, settling on his knees, one knee on either side of Penelope's face, his heavy, swollen member brushing against her nose.

And at this angle as she kisses the tip of Colin's cock, she can also see where Colin envelopes Michael's cock with his lips. Colin's never done this before, but she can hear encouraging murmurs from Michael to Colin as he starts by sucking at the head of Michael's cock—and this time Penelope takes things at Colin's pace. Her pussy feels woefully empty and she reaches down to finger herself, revelling in the cum on her thighs, pushing it back into her pussy as she licks Colin's cock gently, nudging her nose against his balls, enjoying the taste of him. All the while, she can hear Michael's moans getting louder, the wet slick sounds of Colin's mouth suctioning on Michael's cock.

Unwittingly Colin starts to fuck Penelope harder, pressing his cock in her mouth at a glorious angle that means her throat is suddenly stuffed for a second, gagging on him, and he withdraws just as quickly, before thrusting forward. This time she relaxes, taking him all the way down, and she loves this feeling of being used like this as he focuses on the man above her. She feels herself getting floaty, the way she sometimes does during sex, on such a high that she feels like she's floating on air—and maybe this is enough to make her come all on her own.

“That's it, Colin—yeah, you're so good,” Michael pants from above her. “Did you take lessons from your beautiful girlfriend on how to be exquisite at sucking my cock? Fuck, fuck, yeah, just like that, Colin, God, I can't wait to do the same with you, been dreaming about it for so long, only ever get a taste of you when I've licked your cum off Penelope—fuck, Colin, I think I'm gonna come soon, how do you want it?”

There's a wet pop as Colin takes his mouth off Michael and all the while, his own cock is still stuffed down Penelope's throat. He withdraws it and Penelope starts to sob, because she was so close to coming just from that—she sits up, kissing Colin messily, all spit and tongue from both of them and she can taste the salt of Michael's precum on his lips. They both pull apart, saliva coating their chins, and Pen moans at the sight of Colin with his mouth red and swollen from Michael's cock.

“Now who's looking debauched?” Penelope says softly, and both her boys laugh. “Seriously though. You look beautiful, Colin. You always do… but especially now.”

“What about me?” Michael says, trying and failing not to groan, and Penelope grins as she trails her gaze down and takes in his cock, so full in girth and rich in colour, so shiny with Colin's spit, so clearly begging to be sucked again so he can burst with cum. She strokes him gently, but even then Michael hisses at the contact.

But Colin is the one who speaks, smirking. “We were just talking earlier today about how pretty your dick is, Michael.”

Michael actually blushes, and Penelope wishes she could take a picture. Part of her wants to take one of herself, wants to watch them do this, and she wonders if she can convince them to drag the mirror in her and Colin's bedroom to the living room so they can fuck her in front of it. 

That's for later, though.

“Maybe you can come on Colin's lap, Michael,” Pen says. “So I can clean him up and he can make a mess of me again?”

“Oh, sweetheart, you're my mess,” Colin tells her fondly, just as he kneels again in front of Michael, whose eyes are glazed and black with desire. Pen reaches between her legs, gathers her slick and spreads it down Michael's length, sitting next to him on the chaise and turning his chin sideways so she can kiss him. Michael moans in her mouth, and Pen pulls away a little, relishing the strand of spit that lingers between them as they both watch Colin stroke Michael's cock, aided by Pen's slick. He goes faster and faster, holding down Michael with one strong arm as he bucks his hips—

“Yeah, that's it, Michael, come for me, I want to feel you splatter on my stomach and coat my cock so Penelope can lick it off—and I'll have a taste too, I wanna know what she's raving about—I got you, let go for me, that's good, let it all go—”

Colin's words are interrupted as Michael yanks at Colin's shoulders and meets his lips for a rough kiss, and Pen can just watch, her hand ghosting down to the apex of her thighs so she can play with her clit. Colin's still on his knees, and when he pulls away from Michael Penelope can see his lap coated in streaks of cum, on his stomach, his chest, thighs, cock. Pen's mouth waters at the sight, knowing it's all for her, and then she moans when she sees Colin run his fingers down his chest, bringing them to his lips. 

“Mmm,” Colin says after a moment, turning to Penelope to grin at her. “You're right, Pen. He does taste different from me. So good.”

“Don't move,” Penelope says firmly, “I wanna lick up every drop. And you still haven't come.”

“Bossy, isn't she?” Michael says with a smile as he slides down the chaise so he's on the floor next to Colin, helping him so he's lying back on the rug, giving Pen easier access. “And amazing.”

“So amazing,” Colin agrees. “And she prefers it when I order her around, but every now and then—”

“I think I'm gonna take my time, then,” Pen says sweetly, and she does. She kisses his chest softly, licking up the remnants of a few cum splatters there. Then she does the same on his stomach, not missing his sharp intake of breath as she licks at his stomach. She can see how much his cock is throbbing, leaking precum, and normally she'll be the first to touch him, to get him to come, but maybe today she wants to tease him for a bit. She lets her mouth linger on his stomach, biting gently into his skin, and when she gets to his thigh, Colin is shaking. All the while, Michael is trailing his hands across Colin's shoulders, his face, his jaw, his lips, and it's clear Colin doesn't know where to look or what to do. So Pen glances up. “Just let me do this for you, darling. Focus on Michael.”

And Colin takes that as his cue to kiss Michael, and she can hear the wet sounds of their lips meeting, revelling in them as she pries open Colin's legs and settles between them. She kisses and licks and laves at his thighs, where Michael's cum is slowly trickling into a puddle between Colin's legs, dripping onto the rug. At some point, by instinct, she reaches forward and wraps her hands around his cock, stroking him gently as she sucks and bites lightly on the insides of his thighs, lapping up every drop of cum until his skin glistens with her spit. 

Then—at last—she suckles at the sensitive head of his cock.

It's only then that she looks up, at the sound of Colin's moan, but also her own, because she can taste Michael yet feel Colin. She watches hungrily as Colin continues to kiss Michael, his hand grasping the back of Michael's neck to pull him closer, as if her boyfriend is all but ready to devour his roommate. And then, like Michael's mirroring Colin, Michael reaches down, pulls Penelope's head forward just an inch onto Colin's cock, and she moans again. She meets Michael's eyes, nodding, unable to speak through her mouthful, and Michael yanks her head forward again, with a little more force this time, and slowly she starts bobbing her head up and down his cock, trying to keep her eyes open even as they water. Colin's watching her now too, taking over from Michael, and Colin knows Pen likes it rough and hard and fast. So that's what he does. He thrusts deep into her, the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat, and then Colin continues to fuck her like that until he erupts on her tongue, spilling on her lips, covering her jaw and lips and nose with his cum. She cries out, outright sobbing through her release, her pussy fluttering and clenching over nothing as she comes with a rush of heady pleasure.

Michael's watching her with both arousal and disbelief, even as Colin kisses her forehead and wipes away her tears she gazes up at him tremulously, her breathing heavy, her chin dripping.

“You came… just like that?” Michael says after a moment. “Without even being touched?”

“Didn't really need it,” Penelope says with a watery smile. “I told you. I'm a giver.” She makes to wipe her mouth, but Michael catches her wrist and pulls her onto his lap. 

“No, my turn, Penelope. Gonna clean you up now your hot boyfriend made a mess of you, that was the deal, right?”

Glancing at Colin, Penelope sighs happily. “Go on, then. And then the three of us are having a shower.”

*

They're blessed with a pretty big shower, actually, and Penelope often joins Colin in it—she loves being able to slip in a quick hand job while he shampoos his hair, or for him to go down on her with her back pressed against the cold shower wall, making her shiver and shudder to her peak. With the three of them, it's a little more crowded despite the size, and at first, they're all busy laughing as they pass each other the soap and shampoo and flannels. 

Then—then Penelope can't help but kiss Colin, her hand going in his hair, free now of soap suds. The spray from the shower keeps going, and Penelope moans when she can feel the hard press of Michael's body on her own as he kisses the back of her neck. Penelope twists around, kissing Michael next, and Colin moans in protest, quieting only when Penelope reaches blindly behind her and lets her hand trail onto his half-hard cock. She squeezes, using her free hand to do the same with Michael's cock, just as she feels Colin's hands cup her breasts. 

“D’you remember what you told me earlier, Penelope?” Michael murmurs against her lips. “Your fantasy? Sucking us both off?”

Pen moans loudly this time, still holding onto their cocks as she sinks to her knees. Michael shuffles back a bit, until their backs are both flush against the shower wall, and she holds Colin's cock in her hand while she uses her other to guide Michael into her mouth again. The water streaming down on them helps as her hand glides up and down Colin's length, and she can't help but switch pretty quickly to Colin, so she can kiss the tip of his cock and then lick at his slit, relishing the taste of his precum. She does the same for Michael, one hand on either of them at all times, and they're both groaning encouragingly, their hips writhing as she caresses them with her lips and tongue, with her palm and fingertips. 

She's on Michael again, letting him go a bit deeper, wanting to bring both of them to the precipice of orgasm before she takes them both in her mouth. Pen knows it'll be a stretch, literally, but she'll do this for Colin. For both her boys. Colin's eyes widen as he realises what she's doing, but she looks up at him wide eyed and she knows he'll at least let her try. 

And it takes a couple tries before she can get them both in—their thick girths are to be admired, of course, and kissed and worshipped and deepthroated until Penelope's lips are shiny red and cock-swollen, until her throat is fucked raw and until all she can taste is cum on her tongue. But both of them together? It's a lot.

Of course, Penelope being Penelope, she doesn't give up. She tries again and again, and on the third try she groans in relief, muffled by cock, or cocks, she thinks with a grin. Her lips are well and truly stretched wide open, making room from them both, nestled in her cheeks, unable to go further past a certain point, but she can still lave at them both with her tongue. She plays with their balls and watches as Michael gazes at her, then at Colin, then back at her. Colin's eyes are firmly on Pen, watching her lovingly, and when she meets his eyes, that's his cue to start thrusting in tandem with Michael.

Both her boys find their rhythm pretty easily, never sliding out of her mouth for fear that they won't be able to get back in—and their stamina is probably shot through because Michael comes first, filling her mouth with cum, withdrawing, and that's perfect, so perfect, because it means Pen can focus on her boyfriend. 

It's a strange feeling, having a fully erect cock in her mouth but also a mouthful of cum, and she doesn't want to swallow it, not until Colin comes too, so she can swirl it in her mouth and slurp them both down together. He thrusts a couple times, shallow, before his hips buck up and he practically explodes in her mouth. She gulps down their combined release, enjoying the taste immensely, but she knows she's dripping and drooling cum once again, and that makes her close to her climax, just not quite there yet. 

“Oh my god,” she cries. “Oh my god. That was—fuck.”

“Are you all right, sweetheart?” Colin asks gently.

“I'm so good,” she assures him, taking Michael's hand, squeezing it, then doing the same with Colin's. She closes her eyes and throws her head back. Her pussy is throbbing at this point, needing to be filled, her clit in desperate want of some tight circles to help her along—

Colin meets her gaze steadily, Michael is the one to dip and kiss her, and the two of them help her gently to her feet, showering her with kisses as the water sluices away the last of Colin and Michael's combined spend on her face. Michael's hands are on her breasts, cupping them from behind her, and Colin is the one to get on his knees now as he eases her legs open.

“I'm gonna come, Colin,” she gasps, “I'm so close, I just need—”

“I've got you, sweetheart,” Colin murmurs, and Michael lets out a sound of assent as he noses into a sensitive spot on her bare shoulder. Michael's still playing with her tits, teasing out her nipples, squeezing them, as he drops kisses down the side of her neck. Penelope can't do anything except fall back onto Michael, let him support her as Colin wastes no time and presses his face between her thighs, his tongue finding her clit and flicking against it. 

“Colin, please,” she moans, “your fingers, I need your fingers…”

Of course Colin obliges, thrusting two fingers into her pussy and she clenches around him immediately, vicelike and hot and dripping.

“Fuck, you're so tight,” Colin groans, “such a pretty pussy you have, sweetheart.”

“More,” she begs, still leaning on Michael, whimpering as he tugs on her sensitive nipple, “more, please, Colin—”

So Colin adds another finger as he dives back into licking at her clit, so swollen and sensitive that Pen is already coming, screaming out her release. Michael holds her through it and Colin fucks her through her climax, not stopping with his ministrations except to lighten his touch on her clit as he presses deep into her with three fingers.

“You can come again for us, can't you, Penelope?” Michael asks and Pen doesn't answer at first. She can't. Not when he's still pinching her nipples with one hand and has a handful of her arse in the other, squeezing her cheeks as he kisses her ear—and the whole time, Colin is still fingering her on his knees, licking more vigorously at her clit now. “Penelope? I know you're gonna come for us, you don't have to do anything. Just let us take care of you. Let us have this.”

“I will, Michael,” Penelope promises. “Just—Colin!” she cries as her boyfriend sucks on her clit again, tipping her impossibly over the edge—but he keeps fucking her with his fingers, curving them so they hit her g-spot. She starts gushing on his fingers but he doesn't stop, even when she writhes on him and shudders and drenches him. When at last the orgasm seems to dissipate, she almost collapses, boneless, on the shower floor. The only thing stopping her is her two boys, who hold her up and finish cleaning her up, wrapping her in a towel. Colin's the one who carries her to their bed, setting her down tenderly, and for the first time, Michael joins them in their king sized bed.

Pen sighs, glad she's in the middle between them. She is going to be sore, she can concede that, but as she registers Michael and Colin's joined hands across her… well. Maybe more of her fantasies will come true after all.

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She's sore the day after, once her body catches up with her. It's not really surprising given how big they both are, how much Penelope's pussy and arse was stretched out by their beautiful, thick cocks. But Pen isn't really mad about it, not when she gets to see something wonderful blossom in Colin and how he is around Michael. They kiss more openly now, with less hesitation, and Penelope's heart stutters anytime they so much as hold hands. She expects to feel jealous, but it's impossible to when she knows she can give to them both. And she has. She will continue to, just as they do for her.

The first time Michael asks if he can give Colin a blow job, they're all in bed, Pen on her side, snuggled under blankets. She peels back the covers as she watches Colin's cock disappear into Michael's mouth. The whole time Colin is holding Penelope's hand to his bare chest, so she can feel his heart rate quicken and softly murmur encouragement to Michael. 

Michael had insisted that Colin could be rough, that's how he likes it, just like Pen, and Pen is sure she'll come again at the sight of them together. As it is, she touches herself, mostly rubbing her clit as she watches them on the bed, how Michael takes Colin so well, his head bobbing up and down like he's done this before (he has), taking him so far down his throat and squeezing his arse cheeks to bring him even closer. She loves how Michael swallows down his cum, how afterwards Colin kisses and kisses and kisses Michael, licking into his mouth like a man starved.

Pen moans as she comes almost in tandem, sighing as she floats back to earth, which is Michael's cue to lean over and kiss her too. She relishes the taste of her boyfriend on Michael's lips, on his tongue that swipes into her mouth as he makes out with her. Colin returns to her other side, both of them taking over the very important responsibility of getting her off again. She’s too sore to have anything more than two fingers in her pussy and a mouth or thumb on her clit, but her boys oblige her easily, unrelenting as she comes fast, once, twice on Colin's fingers and Michael's tongue, and by the third time she’s sobbing with pleasure, screaming at the ceiling as Michael suckles hard on her clit while Colin holds her down to stop her bucking up her hips too much in his face. 

After they get some food in them they're in the living room, Pen sitting on Colin's lap as they watch some movie on Netflix. Colin sneaks his hands up Penelope's t-shirt, playing with her tits. He slowly rolls her nipple between his fingers, pinching and tugging at it until she's sure it's red and swollen, doing the same with her other nipple and then just massaging them, his thumbs going in firm circles. Penelope doesn't say anything, just moans quietly through it, relaxes more into his lap, enjoying the friction of his clothed bulge on her centre as she reaches over with her hand to slip it into Michael's pants. She doesn't do anything more than that, just holds him there where he's half-hard, and it's nice, not feeling like they have to rush into anything. 

Well. Not immediately. It doesn't take long for Michael to let out little moans every time Penelope's hand slips, for Colin to squeeze her breast a little more firmly as she presses her arse harder against his erection. 

Michael's the one who breaks first. “There's lube in the cupboard,” he says breathlessly, and Pen looks at Colin first, raising her eyebrows. “For me,” Michael adds after a moment. “If you want, Col.”

Penelope looks at Colin again, smiling as he nods and kisses his roommate—she can't help but kiss Colin's neck, her hand running through his hair as he continues to make out with Michael. Her free hand is still enclosed as far as she can around Michael's length, and she can feel him hardening in her palm. “Yeah,” Colin says finally as he breaks off the kiss. “Yeah, I—I want that.”

When Penelope tries to get up, though, Colin moves first, gently easing himself from under Pen, heading to the cupboard. She admires her boyfriend’s profile for a second, the way his silhouette is tall and dark in the dying sunset, how even from here she can see where his shorts are tented. Her hand tightens around Michael's cock in excitement and she meets his eyes, seeing hunger there. Raw need. Arousal.

“You sure?” Penelope asks, and Michael gets to his feet, holding out his hand. She takes it, kissing him unexpectedly, her lips on his taking him by surprise.

“I am,” he murmurs. Penelope glances over his shoulder, spotting Colin, who has found the bottle and is rejoining them.

“How do you want it?” Penelope asks Michael. “Want me to make you feel good while Colin gets you ready?”

“God, yes,” Michael says, groaning when he feels Colin's hand on his shoulder. “But I don't want to come straightaway. Not until he's inside.”

Penelope nods. She can do slow and steady—not really her speed, but she'll do it for him. And for Colin, more importantly, because he's not done this before, not with a guy, and probably needs the time to warm Michael up properly. He understands the mechanics of it though, it's not that different from when he fucks her in the arse, however little they do that.

“Have you done this before?” Penelope asks as she takes off her t-shirt, letting it fall to the floor so she's naked in front of him. Michael's eyes are a little wild as Colin presses a finger inside him underneath his shorts, moaning so beautifully that Pen almost feels bad muffling it with a kiss. But it helps a little, enough for him to relax, she can feel it in the way his hips shift a little. 

“Y-yeah,” Michael stutters. “Plenty of times.”

“Don't I know it,” Colin teases as he kisses Michael's ear, making his roommate shudder. “I used to hear you getting railed on the regular when we first moved in. All these guys doing the walk of shame at three in the morning when they thought I couldn't hear them."

Penelope laughs at the same time as Michael whose cheeks are flushed at Colin's words, but his laughter quickly turns into a groan as Colin eases a second finger into him.

“You okay?” Penelope asks, her hands moving to Michael's chest, steadying him. “Wanna do this sitting down?”

“No,” Michael says firmly. “I'm good. I'm great. Colin Bridgerton's got his fingers up my—fuck, Col, oh my God.”

Penelope's laughing again as she kisses down Michael's chest, her tongue darting out to capture his nipple as her fingers trace that tattoo of his. She's still not touched his cock, not for a few minutes now, heeding his wish to not come straightaway and wanting to make this last. But Michael preempts this, tugging down his shorts, and Penelope sighs and hums approvingly as she takes in his cock, so hard and flushed and already weeping precum from his slit as his shorts fall to the floor. He looks gorgeous like this, thick and proud and curved towards his toned stomach, and she can't fucking wait to get her mouth on him—her pussy flutters at the very thought. She kneels down, easing them off his ankles one at a time, then looks up just as he bucks his hips forward from Colin adding a third finger.

“I'm not gonna—Penelope, I don't think I can hold back this time,” Michael warns as she holds out her tongue, almost but not quite touching the tip of his cock, enough for his precum to bead onto her tongue.

Penelope shakes her head as her hands find his hips, keeping him in place as Colin moves his fingers further into Michael's arse.

“I don't need you to hold back, Michael. I want this. I've wanted this for a while and can't fucking believe I get to have it.”

“Is that good, Michael?” Colin asks, and Michael turns slightly, just enough to meet Colin's lips for a kiss. 

“It's so good, Col,” Michael tells him, and Penelope watches as her hands wrap around the base of Michael's cock, squirming herself as she gets wet at the sight of them together like this. As Michael twists back around, his hands finding Penelope's hair, he gasps when Colin enters him, clearly just an inch or so.

“Easy,” Colin says gently, and Michael nods, his eyes closing, head thrown back, cock swelling as Colin presses deeper, enough for a rumbling moan to rip from Michael's throat.

“Jesus,” Michael whimpers, and Penelope takes that as her cue to wrap her lips around his cock, just suctioning on his sensitive head at first as she squeezes gently at his balls with her hands. “God, Colin, you feel—”

“Can I move?” Colin asks, and Michael nods, Penelope can see it from where she is, watching them as she sucks on his pulsating cock, and there is a cacophony of moans as Colin begins to fuck Michael. He goes slow at first and Penelope tries to match her boyfriend's rhythm, matching every thrust and letting Michael go just a little deeper each time, humming and coaxing him ever so slightly closer to the back of her throat. Michael's not really fucking her throat, Colin is, via Michael's cock, and she loves this, she loves it almost as much as having them both in her mouth at the same time. She can feel spit gathering on her lips, relishes in it, really, in knowing Michael's almost at his climax and that she and Colin are doing this together.

She tugs Michael closer and that makes Colin thrust faster, harder. 

“You like this, don't you, Michael, having my girlfriend suck you off as I fuck you?”

“It's so good,” Michael gasps, his hands trailing Penelope's cheeks, sticky with drool. “So fucking good, can't wait to come in your mouth, Penelope—”

“She's taking such good care of you,” Colin says roughly as he pounds into Michael, “she's gonna love tasting you, she told me she's been dreaming about this for days and I know I'll always give her what she wants—”

“Always,” Michael babbles, and Penelope knows he's close now, she meets his eyes steadily and gags as his thick cock hits the back of her throat, rewarded though with Michael's groan of satisfaction. It's worth it, worth her breathing furiously through her nose as she licks and sucks at his cock until he comes hard on her tongue, filling her mouth with his cum. She doesn't swallow, not yet, rising to her feet, her pussy aching and woefully empty as Colin continues to fuck him. Michael grabs her hands, both of them, groaning as Colin pulls out at the last second, his cum landing on his stomach. Michael twists around, receiving Colin's kiss, then kisses Penelope, moaning again as she opens her mouth and lets his cum trickle from her lips, kissing him messily as his release slowly coats her chin and neck and falls between her tits. Penelope feels Colin's hand on the back of her neck, and she pulls away from Michael to kiss Colin, humming appreciatively against his lips as he kisses her jaw and licks Michael's cum off her chin and throat. Penelope turns back to Michael, doing the same for him, sucking at the hollow of his neck, licking up her drool and his cum off his jaw before meeting his lips. 

“You did amazing,” Colin tells her, “been such a good girl for both of us.”

“Yeah, Penelope,” Michael adds. “You took such good care of me. You both did. I'm gonna have to return the favour.”

“I'm sore,” Pen reminds him, but even as she says it her core feels so empty and wet. 

“You wanna sit on my face, then?” Michael offers, and Pen moans involuntarily. 

“I'd be too heavy,” she starts to object, but Colin silences the rest of what she says with a kiss. 

“That's not true,” Colin murmurs. “You've done that with me plenty of times. You're not heavy at all, Pen. You're tiny, actually.”

Penelope tries and fails not to pout, but she loves Colin so very much in this moment, never letting her spiral in that direction. It's taken her far too much to love her body the way it is and she doesn't want to go backwards. 

“You really are,” Michael says, bringing her out of her reverie. “Tiny and beautiful.”

“So beautiful,” Colin continues, “especially when she sits on your face and sucks your cock.”

“Fuck, Colin, don't go giving me ideas,” Penelope says softly, lifting her chin so she can kiss him. 

“I wanna see it,” Colin replies, kissing her back. “Need to see you with your beautiful arse up as he eats you out and he spills in your mouth. You'll do that for me, won't you, darling?”

“I'd do anything for you, you know that.”

“You want us to put on a show for you, Col?” Michael asks, a slightly cocky smirk on his face that Pen finds ridiculously hot. 

“Yeah, as long as you can make our girl come on your face.”

“Not gonna stop until she does,” Michael promises, rewarded by Colin with a kiss. “But maybe in the bed this time. Don't want her to get rug burn.”

“Go on, then,” Colin says. “I'll go clean up first.”

Penelope leads the way to the bedroom, swaying her hips probably more than necessary, but she knows her tits bounce when she does that, and that it makes Michael pay more attention. She loves being naked for him in that moment, knowing Colin will follow soon, too, and will want to see every part of her. Exactly as predicted, Michael grabs her wrist the moment she crosses the threshold, pulling her towards him so he can kiss her.

“We don't have to if you don't want to,” Penelope offers, trying to give him one final get out clause. It's not because she doesn't want this—her weeping pussy says quite the opposite, and she loves sixty-nining with Colin, just doesn't know if it will be too much for Michael. So far he's shown no sign of being overwhelmed by her wider hips or bigger bum, seems to love the size of her tits and the softness of her stomach, but her thighs are different. The tiger stripes of her stretch marks are unmistakable and hard to miss when she's braced over his face. It might be that he realises too late that he doesn't want this.

He shakes his head though. “Believe me. I want to. As long as you do too.”

Somehow this makes Penelope laugh and she tries to relax. “Do you ever think I'll pass on the chance to have you in my mouth? Let alone have your mouth on me? While my boyfriend watches no less?”

Michael answers her with a kiss.

They end up sinking down on the bed pretty messily. Penelope finds herself straddling Michael, her wet arousal staining his fingers as he brushes them against her split seam that is leaking her juices. She's aching still, but she drags herself up his body, pausing to rest on his chest with her hands gripping the headboard, and all the while her every touch is dragging groans from Michael's throat. 

“You're so fucking hot, Penelope, I hope you know that,” he tells her as she shifts upwards. 

“Maybe,” she says with a shrug, not quite believing him, “but I don't think I'm as tiny as you think.”

“Course you are. You wouldn't have been asking me to reach all the snacks on the top shelves in the cupboards if not, would you?” he teases, and Penelope clambers higher, hovering over his mouth. “C’mon, babe, I can take it. I'll make you scream for me, I promise.”

He groans in protest when she bypasses his mouth altogether, but then with only a little difficulty she manoeuvres herself around until her back is to the headboard. She looks down at his handsome face, at his eyes that are black with want. “You really want this?” Penelope asks, and Michael nods. 

“I do. And if you're worried, I'll pinch your leg if anything feels like too much. You do the same with me, okay?”

“Okay,” Penelope says, taking a deep breath—and then slowly but surely, she sits on his face. Well, she's not sitting so much as squatting, trying not to crush the poor guy, only he's tugging at her thighs to bring him closer to her. She resists for a moment, knowing it'll be easier once his cock is in her mouth, so she stretches forward until she's draped across his body, her hands pumping his length as she feels his hot breath at her sore centre.

And then—he licks into her pussy and she screams. He doesn't stop, though, his nose bumping against her clit as he licks in a frenzied rhythm at her opening, his stubble burning her so deliciously that she thinks she might be set on fire. She looks up, sees Colin enter and parts her lips for Michael's cock, pleased when Colin sits at the foot of her bed. It's hard to have technique like this, Penelope knows, when she's being eaten out, she's not as good at giving head, but Colin's never complained before. Maybe it's seeing Colin, maybe it's a particularly sharp suck of her clit—whatever it is, Penelope comes suddenly, her mouth tightening on Michael's cock, not wanting to let it go as she feels herself tipped over the edge.

“God, I wish you two could see yourselves,” Colin says with a groan. “You’ve done so well, Michael, making her come already. The way my girl's just sprawled on your face, Michael, being so messy and sloppy with your cock as she wrecks your face—fuck, I think I'm in heaven.” He strokes Penelope's hair and touches her jaw. “Look at you,” Colin says softly, and Penelope can barely hear him over the sounds of her own moans as Michael suckles on her clit, can barely see Colin through the tears in her eyes as she tries to take Michael deeper. “I know now how thick he is, how amazing it feels to have him in my mouth. Want me to help you, Pen? So you can take him in your throat like I know you want?” She hums around Michael's cock in the affirmative, wanting desperately for Colin to take control, and he does, he tugs at her hair, yanking it back more roughly so Michael's cock fills her throat and she can swallow him. Colin is the one to define their rhythm, to pull her head back and forth and pull her off him completely so she can catch her breath. 

“I love you,” she says desperately. “God, Colin, I love it when you do this—”

“You look so beautiful, darling, I want you to come again once you've caught your breath. But let me pick up from where you left off, okay?”

And before Penelope can object, he's sucking Michael off, taking him deeper in his throat than last time and only gagging a bit. Penelope grows wetter by the second at that, grinding harder into Michael's face, reaching out to squeeze his balls as Michael comes into Colin's mouth. 

“Oh my god, Colin,” Penelope utters as she slows her hips, extricating herself from Michael so she's on his side. She glances at him, admiring the glazed over look in his eyes from his orgasm, the way he looks just as wrecked as Colin said. Then her eyes return to Colin, on the other side of the bed, her breath quickening as she watches him swallow down Michael's load and then kiss her. She's holding Michael's hand still, licking into Colin's mouth, relishing the taste of Michael on his tongue. “You okay, Michael? Still with us?”

“Fuck,” Michael chokes out. “Yeah, I—fuck.”

“Wanna watch me fuck my boyfriend while you get your wits about you?” she asks casually, and Michael nods quickly, his eyes widening to watch them raptly.

“I thought you were sore,” Colin says, trying to object, but his cock has been neglected for far too long and she chuckles when she feels it spring to attention at her touch. She could just get him off like this, but—

“I feel empty,” Penelope confesses as she moves so she's on her hands and knees—she needs to feel him right now. “I don't care. Fuck me sore, Colin. Fuck me full. Fuck me deep. Please?”

“Jesus, Penelope,” Michael groans. “Can't believe you're letting me watch you like this.”

Colin's already in position behind her, on his knees on the bed. When he enters her she's gasping so hard it's like the wind is knocked out of her. 

“That okay, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” Penelope breathes. “Just—so sensitive—”

“Michael,” Colin says, “can you reach her clit?”

Penelope's already trembling, even before Michael's large hands ghost between her thighs. And when his thumb rubs on her clit she's screaming.

“That's it, good girl,” Colin says encouragingly, pulling out almost completely and then plunging into her with one deep thrust, and she's still wailing as she tries not to crumble on her hands and knees. Michael's sitting up now, holding her steady with one hand as his other is between her legs, stroking at her clit with these impossibly tight circular motions as Penelope feels her walls tighten around Colin's cock as he spears into her over and over again. She arches her back and comes mid-thrust, and neither of her boys stop, so overwhelmed she is by the sheer pleasure as Colin hits her g-spot again and again and again—and she starts squirting now, gushing all over Colin's cock and Michael's hand.

Once she starts squirting it's like she can't stop, letting Colin continue to fuck into her until at last he comes while completely bottomed out, buried into her right to the hilt, filling her pussy with his hot cum that mixes with her squirt as she drenches them both. 

Slowly, gently, Colin pulls out of her, despite her sounds of protest. Penelope collapses on the bed on her front, utterly spent, the biggest smile on her face from how sated she feels.

“Was I deep enough, sweetheart?” Colin asks, his hand caressing the curve of her arse. 

“So deep,” she mumbles. 

“Do you feel full now?” Colin says next, and she moans softly as she feels another pair of hands touching her arse, the backs of her thighs. 

“I'm so full of your cum and Michael's. Wish I could always be like this, dripping under my skirt for you both.”

“D'you want that, Michael?”

“Oh, yeah. I can see your pretty pussy full of cum right now, babe, it's such a beautiful sight. Makes me wanna eat you out all over again.”

“Maybe later?” Penelope says as she heaves herself onto her back. “I think I'm really sore now.”

“Sorry,” Michael and Colin say at the same time, and the three of them laugh as Penelope realises they're holding hands.

“Don't be,” Penelope says, shaking her head. “This'll be a day to remember. And in the meantime… if you want to give me a show of your own, I'd love to see it.”

Michael sighs contentedly, turning to Colin, who's already kissing him. Minutes later, Penelope is the one to moan softly as she watches her boyfriend fuck his roommate again.

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After their weekend together, a full week passes before they have a day to themselves again. Their work schedules don't allow for a lot of time for the three of them during the week, but Michael's got the day off which is rare for a Saturday. Even then, Pen waits up for Colin as long as she can Friday night, knowing he has another late shift. It's too much, though, she's too tired, and she ends up falling asleep in their bed before Colin comes home.

The next morning, Pen wakes up completely and utterly sopping wet, hot and bothered and slick with arousal coating her thighs. 

She gasps softly, realising from the bump of Colin's nose on her clit that he's got his face pressed between her thighs. Realising that he's waking her up in her favourite way imaginable—second only to her waking up to find he's already inside her. She sometimes wonders what she must look like to her when he does this, if she's as responsive as Colin is when she does the same with him, how wet she is, if he has to warm her up with his fingers or if she's already sopping for him, if she’s moaned his name already in her sleep. Pen is practically naked, her t-shirt tucked up to expose her tits that are kiss-bitten and littered with bruises from Colin's mouth, her knickers flung to the side already. He must have been at this for a bit but not wanted to wake her up, and Penelope delights in this, because it doesn't seem like Colin's realised she's awake just yet, he's too focused on tasting her, it seems. She watches rapturously as her boyfriend slowly but surely eats her out, his arms forcing her thighs wider open and holding them there so he can lick a hot stripe from her weeping pussy to her throbbing clit. 

“Fuck!” she cries, and Colin lifts his head up, his mouth glistening with her juices, smacking his lips together like he's in the middle of devouring his favourite meal. “Colin—”

“Hey, sweetheart,” he says as he kisses her clit in greeting. “Couldn't help myself.”

She smiles shakily and cards her fingers through his hair. He makes no effort to move from his position, nor wipe away her juices from his jaw or lips—if anything he licks them greedily, still keeping her legs open with his hands. “I missed you,” she says softly. “Didn't hear you come in last night.”

“It was late,” he says apologetically. “Bertie Fife was an idiot and forgot his set of keys so I had to hang around until he went home to get them. Security stuff and whatever.”

“Fuck him,” she scoffs, and he laughs unexpectedly before gesturing for her to lift her arms, so he can take off her t-shirt completely. It's one of his, actually, but she's claimed it as hers a while ago.

“I'd rather fuck my beautiful girlfriend, Pen.”

“Oh? Does she know you're in bed with me right now?”

“I should bloody well hope so—especially,” Colin says as he cradles her breast in his palm and kisses it, his words muffled slightly, “considering I was in the middle of eating her out and she seemed to be enjoying it. Were you having a naughty dream, Pen?”

Somehow, that's what makes Penelope blush. “I—I don't remember,” she stammers, which is not quite true. She fell asleep looking at spreader bars and dreamt of being tied to a chair with the spreader keeping her legs open, a vibrator pulsing inside her. In her dream, she was blindfolded, her mouth falling open as she neared her orgasm, only for her lips to close around a swollen cock she instantly recognised—even in sleep—as Colin's. But she'd barely even kissed the tip of him when she was jolted awake by the rush of wetness at her centre.

“Yes you do,” he teases. “C'mon, I want to know.”

So she tells him, her words halting as he continues to lavish her breasts. She moans at the scrape of his teeth on her nipple and the squeeze of his palm around her breast and the caress of his tongue on her sensitive areola. 

“Oh, sweetheart,” he breathes, “if you wanted me to tie you up, all you have to do is ask.”

“Genevieve has some recommendations,” Penelope says eagerly and he laughs. 

“Already thought this over, have you? There's my good girl. All right. We can go shopping at some point. But I don't want you blindfolded for this next part.”

“What do you mean, this next—”

“All in good time, Pen,” Colin says with a grin. “Now, if you don't mind, I want to get back to eating you out because otherwise you're gonna drench our sheets.”

She smiles—he’s counting on that, they both know it. “Please,” she begs instead. Colin obliges, kissing down her stomach, taking his time now to admire her thighs, biting into her flesh and making her whimper. Then he starts lapping up her juices, licking wetly at her folds. “Yeah, God, that's good, Colin. Love you so fucking much. Missed you something awful. I wish you would have stuffed me with your cock when I was asleep, filled me with your cum so I could wake up like that—”

“I will,” Colin says through a mouthful of her pussy. He licks at her clit again and she bucks her hips forward uncontrollably, gasping. “Next time I'll start with that. Just want to make you come on my face a couple times first today, darling, make your pretty little cunt squirt on my fingers, yeah? You can come for me, can't you, sweetheart?”

“Yes, yes, Colin, please, please don't stop, fingers, I need your fingers, need you to fuck me with them, fuck me hard, I love you—”

She lets out a keening cry as he stuffs her roughly with three of his fingers, enjoying the faint resistance he faces as he does so, the soft wet sounds as he continues to engulf her clit with his mouth, suckling so hard on it that she wails. Her pussy walls clench around his fingers and she comes, hard, her hips flying off the bed until Colin holds her down. 

“Good girl,” he murmurs into her thigh. “Good girl, you came for me so good, darling Pen.”

Then his tongue flicks at her clit again and she screams, because she's so very sensitive.

“I can't,” she sobs, and Colin glances up, tilting her chin towards him with his sticky fingers. 

“You can,” he says firmly. “You can come for me, can't you, Pen? You promised you would.”

“It's too much—”

“You can take it. Wanna hear you scream, Pen. Please. Enough to wake Michael up so he can join us.”

She pauses at that. It is Saturday, after all, and for once Michael isn't working, so he probably is asleep right now. Her clit is still throbbing, so sensitive, but she also wants so very much right now and Colin can give this to her. 

Their safe word is there if she needs it. But she doesn't. In truth, she loves when he wheedles her like this, coaxes and wrings out every last drop of her pleasure from her, pushes her every orgasm to new limits, holds her down in the way she loves. And with the thought that perhaps they can try that position she's been dreaming of… well. She's hardly going to say no.

Still, Colin's waiting, and she knows he won't keep going if she doesn't want to. She leans forward, capturing his lips in a searing kiss, which is answer enough for him. 

“Gonna squirt so hard for you, love, I promise,” she whispers as she takes in the taste of herself, licking into his mouth. 

“I know you will, sweetheart. Just wanna taste your cum on my tongue, that's all, when you gush for me like a good girl. I'll work you open so you're ready to take me, okay?”

“‘M always ready for you,” Pen promises as she lies back, and immediately a groan rips from her throat as Colin licks at her clit while plunging his fingers back into her drenched pussy. “Colin!”

He doesn't relent, suctioning hard on her clit as he pumps into her with his fingers, before curving them towards her g-spot. She's so sensitive that she comes almost instantly, gushing all over his fingers, his chin, his lips, drenching the sheets too, and Colin doesn't stop, just guzzles her up messily and fucks her through her orgasm, mouthing more faintly at her clit and finger fucking her until she's reaching another one. She screams and screams, arching her back, her throat raw and woefully without a cock to stuff it yet, as he gazes at her steadily, and Pen is helplessly in love with him as she gazes back, eyes hungry. She trails her fingers down his cheeks, his jaw sticky with her slick and squirt. Still with his fingers inside her he moves so he's kissing her and they're twisting around in the sheets, Colin thrusting his tongue in Pen’s mouth.  

“You did so good, sweetheart,” he praises. “And you're so tight on my fingers—”

“I want you to fuck me deeper,” she begs. “Need to feel your cock inside me. God, I'm so sorry, I haven't even—” She pauses, scrambling desperately with her hand because she can feel how hard he is through his boxer briefs, and she tugs them down impatiently. It's a crime that she hasn't touched him yet. His pulsing length springs free and is so heavy, so gorgeous in her hand. She wants to kiss it, wants to get on her knees and worship this man from head to toe, sheath his cock down her throat from base to tip, but also wants to feel him deep, deep inside her pussy. God, she's missed him.

“Lie down here,” Colin murmurs to her, and it's easier, him telling her what to do in that soft voice of his. “And don't you dare apologise for anything when I'm taking care of you. That's it, right on the edge of the bed. No, sweetheart, I'd never let you fall, you know that. Can you put your legs on my shoulders, sweetheart? Just like that, a little higher, yeah, just like that so I can fuck you nice and deep, how you want? That's it. Good girl.”

Pen barely registers the position they're in at first, how Colin is busy arranging pillows and arranging her legs so they're up at an angle, resting on his shoulders, and he's kneeling in front of her positioning himself. Then she catches sight of the mirror, how it's been moved from the corner of the room. 

“I moved it for you, sweetheart,” he murmurs to her, “so you can watch as I fuck you. So you can see how gorgeous you are.”

“Colin—”

“Tip your head back, my darling, just look. You're perfect.” He caresses her red hair, which is a mass of untamed curls at this point, cascading off the bed from where she's resting her head on the edge of the mattress. Then she moans as he fondles her breasts. She obeys and tilts her head back, like they're dancing and he's dipping her so she can see his hungry expression through the mirror. Her legs are still on his shoulders, and she moans because she aches to touch him but can't reach him like this, not at this angle. “Your hair is more beautiful than every sunset I've ever seen. Those lips of yours… I can't fucking wait to split them open with my cock. And your tits… Aphrodite should be jealous. Look at you, spilling out of my hands like that, so perfect for me to play with.”

“Colin, please…” She can feel him teasing her, his cock sliding against her clit but not going inside yet, and she moans, trying to touch him, needing to, but he covers her hand with his wrist. Her desire for him spills from her lips instead. “You say that like you don't have the most beautiful cock I've ever seen, Colin. So lovely and large. I want to swallow you in my throat until you come and then warm you up until you can do it again and again and again. And I want to do it in front of that mirror.”

“Oh, darling,” Colin groans, but then his eyes open more and she hears footsteps approaching. From this angle everything is upside down, but there's no mistaking Michael's silhouette which comes into focus as he steps in. He's shirtless and wearing a pair of shorts, a sleepy smile on his face.

“Hey,” she says dreamily, understanding now why Colin has arranged her like this. “You came just in time, Michael.”

“I was gonna say the same to you. Heard you screaming from my room, babe.”

“She squirted all over me,” Colin says proudly.

“Fuck, Penelope. That's so fucking hot. Can I join?”

“Yeah, take off your pants, Michael,” Colin says as he finally, finally lines himself up, notching the swollen tip of his cock against Pen's opening. Michael just laughs, though, before doing as he's told, dropping his shorts and stepping out of them, fisting his cock, stroking it so he's fully hard. 

“You want me to watch?” Michael asks, and Pen is the one to speak.

“No. Come here, Michael,” she says. He raises his eyebrows and takes a couple steps forward, but not enough. “Closer. Right in front of my face.”

He seems to understand now, stepping closer to her, until his cock is within touching distance. She nudges her nose against his sensitive head just as Colin fucks into her, hard and deep so all the breath is stolen from Pen’s lungs. She gasps, pulling Michael closer to her, her hands on his hips and this angle is so unbelievably perfect for her to open her mouth and let his precum bead on her tongue, for her to suck on the tip of his cock without even needing her hands.

Without warning Colin starts fucking into her, fast, setting the rhythm for Pen as she takes Michael's cock deeper into her mouth. It's so glorious, being filled like this, getting to feel Colin so deep in her pussy while Michael thrusts forward into her throat, her two boys fucking her in tandem. And in this position, she can take Michael deeper, deeper than she's ever been able to with his lovely thick girth that she swallows around.

“Fuck, Penelope, do that again,” Michael groans. Penelope obliges, swallowing him harder, revelling in the moan she coaxes from his mouth. She adores being able to do this for him, especially as she feels her boyfriend plunging into her relentlessly—it feels like the harder he fucks her the deeper she can take Michael and she loves that so much. Even as she releases him to come up for air, gasping, Colin doesn't stop what he's doing and Michael caresses her cheeks for a moment. Penelope gets her breath back then opens her mouth wide, cheeks hollowed, welcoming his cock as she takes him in, in one fluid motion, licking at his length as Michael fills her once more. She knows he's close, from how he's throbbing in her mouth, how his thrusts begin to get rougher while Colin is still thrusting steadily into her pussy. “Yeah, babe, swallow my cock, your throat feels so tight like that, yep, swallow me like you're gonna drink my cum, that's good, keep doing that, maybe you can come just like this, babe? Colin—”

“You're coming for us, aren't you, sweetheart?” Colin adds as he pounds into her. Pen would nod if she could, because she is, she's tipped over the edge of the bed as she arches her back and tips her head back to deepthroat Michael, her throat and pussy both constricting so wonderfully that she thinks she might squirt all over again—and then she’s tipped over the edge. If she didn't have her mouth full she would have screamed again, but as it is she can only moan loudly around Michael's cock while Colin continues to fuck her in earnest. For Michael, the vibrations of her moans as she chokes on his cock are all he needs to come—Penelope hears his groan erupt from his lips, mixed with praise as she feels warm cum drip down her throat and she collapses back on the bed, letting his softening cock slip from her lips, unable to stop her tongue from darting out and licking a couple times first, completely out of breath. 

Michael is careful to hold her as Colin loses all control and presses her into the mattress, emptying himself in her with a series of groans. He fills her with cum, ropes and ropes of it erupting inside her, leaving her pussy fucked utterly, wonderfully full—overflowing, in fact. 

Penelope is spent, a dreamy smile on her face as she gazes up at Michael, who's still in her line of vision if she tilts her head back, and then she looks forward at Colin, who is gently easing out of her. 

“You didn't hold back,” she says softly, meeting Colin's eyes, then Michael's.

“Your text said you wanted it rough,” Michael says with a shrug. Colin doesn't need to say anything, he just covers her with his warm body and kisses her soundly.

“I like it rough,” Penelope says, and it's not the first time she's said it but it is the first time Michael has really heard her. She doesn't blame him in the slightest, it's not like Colin didn't have the same hesitations when they first started dating. She watches as Colin extends his hand to Michael, who takes it, sitting on their bed. Penelope can't help but tug their joined hands towards her, kissing Colin's knuckles, then Michael's. 

“You okay, sweetheart?” Colin asks her.

“I'm amazing,” she says dreamily, and both her boys chuckle. 

“You really, really are,” Michael agrees. 

“And kind of hungry,” Penelope adds. “You two want to have breakfast?”

Michael gets up, smiling as Penelope and Colin both make sounds of protest. “I'll make us pancakes.”

“All right. I'll change the sheets,” Colin offers, getting up too. Pen tries not to pout, even though she's enjoying the slightly altered domesticity—it’s not the first time Michael's made them breakfast, and definitely not going to be the last time Pen has drenched their sheets (thank God for waterproof mattress protectors). But this is the first time they've done these things with their new dynamic. She holds out her hands to her boys, gesturing for them to help her to her feet. They do so immediately, and Penelope finds her t-shirt and slips it on. Michael does the same with his shorts.

“C’mon, Penelope,” Michael says, giving her his hand. “You can keep me company while I make breakfast.”

She smiles sheepishly, looking at Colin. “Maybe I should help here, it is my fault the sheets are wet—”

“Absolutely not,” Colin says firmly. “You know I love it when you squirt, sweetheart. And I love it when you walk around our place with my cum leaking out of your pretty pussy.”

“I do too,” Michael adds helpfully, and Penelope looks away from them both, a little embarrassed. She's not sure why when she's unabashed in most other things. “It's hot as fuck. C'mon, Colin will join us in a bit, right, Col?”

Colin kisses Penelope briefly on the lips. “Yeah, go on, sweetheart. You took us so well. You're not lifting a finger today. I'll only be a few minutes.”

So after they use the bathroom and freshen up, she joins Michael in the kitchen, sitting on the counter, her legs barely halfway to the floor as he cracks eggs and whisks flour and sugar into it together. They swap stories about work, and Michael's in the middle of an amusing tale about their CFO as they wait for Colin.

“So this guy Debling is ridiculously frugal and is all environmentally conscious and whatever, and he makes this big thing about cycling to work, only he wears these really tight cycling shorts.”

“Oh really?” Penelope says as she attempts to open the honey jar but pouts when she’s unable to, enjoying the grin on Michael's handsome face as he holds out his hands and opens it easily. 

“Sometimes I think you do that on purpose, Penelope.”

She shrugs though and digs into the jar with a spoon, only for the honey to overflow off of it and she's hasty in catching it on her tongue just in time. “Mmm.”

“Don't distract me, babe,” he says, and she grins as she licks the spilt honey off her fingers, then licks the spoon clean. “Gotta make a lot of pancakes for us. Especially that hungry boyfriend of yours.”

Penelope shakes her head. “No promises,” she says cheerfully. “So, go on, then. This Debling guy and his cycling shorts. Is he, like, super well-endowed or something?”

“Pfft. Hardly. He's got a pretty face, I'll give him that, but that's about it. Anyway, yesterday he was due to do a presentation but managed to forget his trousers at home, can you believe? And he sent his assistant Cho—who everyone knows he's screwing—to his house to go pick up his trousers but the meeting was at ten and Cho didn't get back in time, even in an Uber. So we're all there trying really hard not to laugh as Debling’s standing there in his shirt, tie and cycling shorts, presenting to the newbies on this latest merger, only for his assistant Cho to run into the room holding his trousers, huffing and puffing and shouting, ‘I've got them, sir’—”

“Oh my god,” Penelope says, snorting with laughter, catching Colin's eye as he walks into the kitchen. “Hey, darling.”

“Hey, Pen. Mm, smells good, Michael.” There's a look on his face, and she wonders what's on his mind. He doesn't look unhappy, per se, but there's a little crinkle in his forehead that's usually there when he's thinking a lot. Michael's got his back to them for a moment, whisking the batter, and when Penelope puts out her arms to Colin, he instinctively lifts her off the counter and deposits her back on the floor.

“We'll be right back, Michael,” Penelope says, and Michael turns to them both with a smile. Colin's the one to step towards him, tentatively kissing his cheek, and Penelope sighs at that, at how Michael flushes a little like he's a teenager or something. Still, she tugs on Colin's hand after a moment, leading them back to their bedroom.

“Sorry, darling,” Colin mutters as he sits down on their bed with fresh sheets, but she shakes her head.

“What's wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” he says, “just—I got a text just now, confirming our dinner reservation tonight.”

“Ah,” Pen says, realisation dawning. “Date night. God, I completely forgot.” She looks at him, her hand finding his chest. “Is that look because you wanna cancel and stay in, or because you want to amend the reservation so it's for three?”

“Whatever you want,” Colin offers. Pen knows better though.

“It's okay, Colin. He can come if you want him to.” She knows Michael will come if Colin wants him to. The question is whether that will be under the restaurant table with Penelope's hand wrapped around him, or if it'll be their usual spot on the chaise in the living room. Either is good with her, but there's no denying which she'd prefer.

“Do you want him to?”

“I do,” Pen admits. “Mostly so I can put on my new date outfit and you can both fuck me in it later.” Colin chuckles, and she takes his hand, kissing his palm. “But also because—this is fun right now. This, what we have, it's good. I'm enjoying it. Whether it's just sex or something else. We can take it slow if that's what you want.”

“I'm like you,” Colin says with a smile. “I like it hard and fast.”

“Well, lucky for both of us, so does he.”

Colin nods, getting to his feet and pulling her close for a kiss. “Yeah, he does.”

“D'you want to ask him?” Pen says. “Or shall I?”

“He was my roommate first,” Colin reasons. 

“I kissed him first,” she counters, and both of them chuckle as she winds her arms around his neck. “No, you're right. Go ask him on a date, love. I wanna see how this goes.”

“Do you remember when I first asked you on a date, Pen?”

“‘Course I do. Just after you made me come so hard on your fingers in your car that I thought I'd wet myself. Pretty cocky of you, really,” she adds, her words muffled by his lips capturing hers, but she moans softly and then finishes, “asking me the way you did like you didn't give me the best orgasm of my life?’”

“Trust me,” he murmurs, “my proposal will be way more chaotic.”

“Oh?” Penelope squeaks, and there's no point hiding her surprise even though there shouldn't be much there. He's talked about wanting to marry her on their first date, for God's sake, but hearing him speak about this never fails to catch her off guard. Maybe it's because they've only technically been dating for nine months, just been in each other’s lives for nine years and Pen's been in love with him that whole time, so she hadn't found it odd or strange to move in after only four months of dating. Or to talk about their future like this.

Still, Colin knows they're keeping Michael waiting and now doesn't feel like the time, not really. Penelope's stomach chooses that moment to rumble and Colin laughs. 

“That's usually my move,” he says, putting his hand on Pen’s back. “C'mon. Let's go eat his pancakes, sweetheart.”

They come back hand in hand as Michael's flipping another pancake to add to the stack he's started. There's no doubting the slight trepidation in his eyes as he glances at them, but Penelope makes her way over to him and Colin is hot on her heels. She kisses Michael slowly, gently, and he kisses her back just as fervently as Colin's arms snake around his waist from behind. 

“Do you wanna get dinner with us tonight?” Colin asks while Pen is still kissing Michael. She pulls away from him and Michael looks a little surprised by the question.

“You sure?” Michael asks uncertainly. “I don't want to intrude—”

“You wouldn't be,” Penelope interrupts, and Colin takes the frying pan from Michael's hand to finish the last couple of pancakes. “We want you there.”

“Like a date?”

“Something like that,” Colin says without skipping a beat, effortlessly flipping the pancake in the air with a flourish. “It’s date night. What do you say, Michael? Wanna go out with us?”

“Of course I do,” Michael says, not hesitating for a second, squeezing Penelope's hand, and she smiles at him, then at her boyfriend who's dishing out breakfast. Yeah. This will be fine.

They sit and eat, Colin lathering his pancakes in copious amounts of honey and Biscoff spread. Penelope is simpler, lemon juice and a dash of sugar. Michael's the only one with any fruit, some strawberries and blueberries with a little whipped cream. She makes a show of stealing toppings off both their plates, enjoying their good-natured objections before they insist on her having another even after she says she's full. 

“So what's for dinner?” Michael asks after a bit, sipping at his coffee. Colin's on his feet, making tea for himself and Penelope. “What do you guys normally do?”

“We have a reservation at Mondrich Steakhouse,” Colin says. “I think we went there once, Michael, when you had some work thing, remember?”

“Oh yeah. And I took you as a my plus one just to fuck with Cressida Cowper—she didn't believe me when I said I dated men and women.”

“You pretended to be his boyfriend?” Penelope asks, and Colin nods sheepishly. 

“It was a few years ago, and Michael promised me a free meal. Hardly gonna say no, am I? Besides, it was free entertainment too. There was that vegan guy, he looked like he wanted to be anywhere else.”

Michael tries not to snigger but fails. “Poor Debling,” he says.

“The cycling shorts CFO?” Penelope says, and Michael nods, and Colin just looks confused.

“Yeah, he was a manager back then. And they had vegan options for him, but he was side-eyeing my ribeye like it was mooing or something.”

Pen rolls her eyes. “Enough of this Debling guy,” Penelope says, shaking her head. “I bet you clean up nice, Michael. Colin looks so handsome in a suit and tie.”

“He does,” Michael agrees. “I wear a suit and tie every day, though. Gets a bit boring I'm sure.”

Penelope shakes her head. “Hardly. You always look so smart. Can't wait to have you both on my arms.”

“Can't wait to have you on my lap,” Michael returns and Penelope flushes. 

“It'll be nice getting to dress up for you both,” she says. “I feel like you've only really seen me in Colin's t-shirts, Michael.”

“You look gorgeous in my stuff, darling,” Colin says lazily.

“Even more so when it's on the floor,” Michael adds, his eyes darkening as Pen's t-shirt rides up slightly as she stretches and yawns. She's not wearing knickers, and she pretends not to notice, smiling as she drinks her tea, pretty quickly draining her cup.

As Colin finishes eating, pushing his plate away, he meets her eyes, looking briefly at the honey jar and then back at her, and of course she understands him instantly. She's a little hesitant, not because she doesn't want to, just wondering if she'll be too heavy again, but hey. This table is creaky as it is. At least if she breaks it being their second breakfast spread, they'll be forced to buy a new one like she's been asking the past month. And she's done this before with Colin, just usually seated in his lap, warming his cock as he licked marmalade and jam and honey off her tits. The thought of them both devouring her breasts at the same time makes her spine shiver with anticipation. 

“Here, Michael, help me clear the table,” Colin says. Michael instantly gets to his feet, carrying their empty plates and cutlery to the sink. He makes to move the jar of honey and can of whipped cream too, but Colin's hand closes around Michael's wrist. “Not those, we're not done eating yet. You stay there, Pen, sweetheart, okay?”

Penelope nods wordlessly, aware of the wetness pooling on the chair she's on, probably leaving a stain. But she doesn't move, just watching as the two men load the dishwasher. 

Then Colin says something quiet to Michael who heads to the living room, before returning to where Pen is sitting. She's wide-eyed and aroused, aching for him to touch her.

“You okay with this?” Colin murmurs to her.

“So much more than okay,” she assures him. “But if I break the table, it's your fault.”

He laughs and lifts her arms up, once again motions for her to remove her t-shirt so she's naked again before him.

“Take it off, sweetheart. That's it. Yeah, let me help you, put your arm around my neck, darling, just like that.” She loves how easily he can pick her up, like she weighs nothing. Sometimes he likes to throw her around a bit more roughly, and she enjoys that immensely, but right now there's something slow and languid and liquid steadily burning in his gaze as he lays her naked body out on the table like this. He takes her in like he's about to kneel before her in worship, like the sheer breadth of her thighs and heaviness of her breasts and rolls of her stomach are something holy and beautiful. She barely realises that Michael's joined on the other side of the table, not until she hears his sharp intake of breath as he slides a pillow under her head.

“You're so beautiful,” Colin tells her. “So soft.”

“Or maybe you're just hungry?” Penelope suggests, and Colin shakes his head, pressing his lips together. 

“Don't, sweetheart," he says firmly. "Don't you dare do that. You don't have to be funny for me, okay? You're beautiful and that's that.” The way he speaks brooks no room for argument and she can only nod a little tremulously, reaching for his hand.

“Yeah, you look so gorgeous spread out on the table like this,” Michael adds. “Can we have a bit of fun with you, babe?”

She sighs contentedly, shifting so she's more comfortable on the pillow. “This is payback for the honey earlier, isn't it?” she teases, and Michael smiles sheepishly. “Yeah, of course. But I don't think I can come just from this, you know. Doesn't matter how sweet the cream is.” But she watches as her boys exchange a look, one that she recognises in Colin's handsome face—a challenge. One that they both seem to accept wholeheartedly.

Michael wastes no time, spraying the cream in swirls around her breasts. She shivers a little—the cream is cold on her skin. He licks through the middle first, and Pen is staying as still as she can so Colin can tip the honey jar over her stomach. Penelope’s enjoying the slow drizzle of honey as it pours onto her skin, sticky and thick, and Colin makes sure there's some on her tits as well, among the cream. She moans, even before her boys sit on their chairs and begin to feast on her, gasping as Michael starts by delicately licking the cream off her nipple. Colin's less gentle, lapping up the cream on his tongue more messily as his hand moves down to her stomach to swipe at the honey. 

Arching her back, Pen lets out a strangled sound as she feels Michael's teeth on her nipple, tugging lightly at it before taking pity on her and licking up more of the cream on the underside of her breast. The cream is definitely melting with her body heat, and he continues to swirl his tongue around her right breast as Colin does the same with her left. 

“Want a taste, Pen?” Colin asks, already gathering cream from the valley between her breasts on his fingers, letting them glide down to her stomach into the honey and then offering them to her. She parts her lips willingly, sucking on his fingertips greedily. 

“Delicious,” she tells him with her eyes closed. 

“Has he done this before, Penelope?” Michael asks, pulling his mouth off her breast with a pop. “Eaten off your amazing tits?”

“God, yes,” she says dreamily. “Usually when I'm warming his lovely cock, mmm, pretty sure he's poured a whole jar of marmalade on them before.”

“One time it was Biscoff spread,” Colin says, and she groans at the memory, remembering how he'd warmed it slightly, enough for the sweet spread to melt and coat her skin.

“Yeah. So easy to come like that, with Colin inside me, but I can't—”

“You should know something, Pen,” Colin interrupts. “When you issue a challenge to a Bridgerton, the game is already over.”

“They're not that sensitive—oh,” she gasps as Colin pinches her nipple, and Michael follows his lead. 

“Colin,” Michael says, getting to his feet, and he barely gives Colin warning before he kisses him on the mouth. Penelope has the perfect view of them, can see the precise moment Colin kisses Michael back, her boyfriend's tongue licking into his roommate's mouth. She moans at them making out above her, reaches down and shudders in relief when she slips her hand into Michael's shorts, her small hand attempting to close around his length. She doesn't quite manage it, but she breathes easier like this, her eyes closed, grounded a little from her grip on Michael. She would do the same for Colin, but something tells her he won't let her touch him so easily. 

“That's what you need, isn't it, Penelope?” Michael groans as he parts from Colin, and Penelope watches hungrily as a string of saliva stretches between their lips. “D'you think you'll come if I come on you?”

“I'll come if you touch me,” she says desperately, but she knows they won't do that. 

“Colin?” Michael says, and Colin's resultant smirk is going to drive her mad.

“Makes sense,” Colin says casually, continuing to roll her nipple with his thumb, tugging on it sharply and making her whimper. “I've seen you come completely untouched, sweetheart, sucking me off. You'd like that, wouldn't you?”

“I'd love that,” she whines. “Please, Colin—”

“Do you want Michael to come on your tits, darling? Would that do it for you?”

“On—on my chin, in my mouth,” she begs. “And then—”

“And then you can choose,” Colin promises her. “You can choose how you want to come after that. How you want me to come.”

“Inside,” she says breathlessly. “Inside, come inside me, I need to feel you deep, Colin, I feel so empty—”

“Shhh,” Colin soothes. “Don't worry, sweetheart. We'll give you what you need.”

And then Colin joins Michael on his side of the table and Penelope watches as Colin spits on his palm and strokes Michael's generous length. Penelope parts her lips, opens her mouth with her tongue out, ready for him. Her hands find her tits, playing with them, already sensitive from Colin and Michael's attentions today, sticky from the residue of cream and honey. 

“That's it, sweetheart, play with those beautiful tits of yours. Good girl.”

She's close, closer than she realised as she lets out a long, shuddering breath, squeezing her legs together at the sight of Colin stroking Michael off like this, and it's as she pushes her breasts tightly together that Michael comes with a groan—hot ropes of cum spurt out and Penelope catches it with her tongue, feeling her gasps getting shorter and her walls clenching around nothing. She gets higher and higher the more he comes, the more his cum slides down her throat as she swallows it down. Michael keeps coming, keeps going, his release coating her jaw, her nose, her lips, her cheeks. Penelope's already licking her lips greedily, panting in the aftermath of her orgasm, a sated smile on her messy, dripping face.

Michael's already cupping her jaw, uncaring that her face is sticky and wet. “Told you. You're amazing.”

“I think I am,” she says breathlessly. She definitely feels amazing, like she's floating on air after her orgasm. 

“You know you are,” Colin adds, and she opens her eyes, Colin just about coming into view. “You okay, Pen? Ready to come again?”

“I think you'll have to carry me to the sofa, Colin,” she says apologetically. “I feel like jelly. In a good way, though.”

“We don't have to—”

“I want to,” she interrupts. “One more and then I want to have a nice, uninterrupted bath, some Netflix and then get ready for dinner.”

“All right,” Colin murmurs. He lifts her off the table and carries her into the living room with Michael behind them, laying her out on the chaise. She lies back, boneless but also trembling, her face still splattered with cum which only serves to arouse her further. “Look at you,” he coos. “So gorgeous, so good for letting Michael come on you like this. You enjoyed it, didn't you?”

“Loved it,” she babbles, “love being covered in both of you. Love swallowing both of you. Being filled up in every hole until I'm drooling out your cum. Can't wait to do that again after dinner.”

“We got you, babe,” Michael says to her softly as he gets on his knees next to the chaise, so his face is level with hers. “We’ll give you what you need, won't we, Col?”

“Always, I promise, Pen. Now—let me clean you up.”

She breathes a sigh of relief when Colin clambers onto her, letting him lick her jaw clean, her cheeks, finishing with a kiss on her open mouth as he lifts her leg over his shoulder so he can enter her, and Penelope lets out a loud cry as he does.

“Colin—oh my God, Colin.”

“God, Pen, you feel so perfect. No, sweetheart, don't touch your clit, let me or Michael handle it—I was dead serious about you not lifting a finger. Michael—”

Michael obliges, managing to slip his hand in easily at this angle to rub at her clit. It's so much, it's too much, but Colin feels so gloriously deep inside her that she doesn't want to stop, she never wants to stop when he's giving her such intense pleasure that her vision whites out and she arches her back and barely realises she's sobbing until she starts coming down from her release, registering the tears on her face and the shaky up and down of her chest. 

“You've done so well, sweetheart,” Colin praises, and Penelope realises he's still inside her, still hard, that he's holding back for her.

“Want you to come,” she mumbles, “need you to come inside me. Please, Colin—”

“Last one,” he promises, and she nods shakily, because it's Colin asking.

“S’long as you fuck me harder this time,” she murmurs, “hard as you can. Don't hold back, Colin.”

Gently, Colin reaches between them for Michael's hand, briefly pressing a kiss on it before meeting Penelope's eyes.

“You sure, sweetheart? You want it rough?”

“Please,” she begs, and at last he starts to pound into her in earnest. The chaise shakes with the force of it, and Pen realises just how much Colin's been holding back as he lets go and sets a fast, punishing pace. She screams through her release, her walls clenching around his cock, and when he's thrust all the way forward and she's still on a high, he spills deep inside her—and Colin keeps coming and coming and coming until Penelope is positively dripping with him. “You're so beautiful,” she says reverently, pushing his hair back from his face where it's pressed between her breasts. “You feel so beautiful. Love you, Colin.”

“Love you so much, sweetheart,” Colin says hoarsely. 

She thought it would be strange, Michael watching them. Weirdly so far, Michael's the only one until now who hasn't sat back and watched while the other two give him a show. Pen's not opposed to this idea in the slightest, of course, but it feels so good, normal even, as her breathing slows and she can feel Michael's hand stroking her hair, his other hand still held firmly in Colin's. 

Colin's still inside her, and she's loath to leave him, or for him to move off her, but she really does need a bath, and time to herself. She's aching, a wonderful, delicious ache she can feel in her pussy as Colin unwittingly presses down further into her.

“I should get up,” Penelope says. “Need to run my bath.”

“I'll do it,” Colin and Michael say at the same time, making Penelope laugh.

“I'd say both of you should, but maybe one of you can keep me company in the meantime.”

“You stay here, Col,” Michael says, rising to his feet. “Sit tight, Penelope.”

“I can do it,” Colin offers, but Michael shakes his head. 

“Nah, it's fine. I'm sure you can keep your beautiful girlfriend entertained in the meantime, Col.”

“Can you add the ylang-ylang oil, Michael?” Colin adds. “It's Pen’s favourite, in the blue bottle on the second shelf.”

Michael smiles, bends down slightly and kisses Colin, then does the same for Penelope. “I'm on it.”

“Thank you,” Penelope tells him with a smile, watching him leave. She groans softly at the feeling of Colin twitching inside her as she shifts a little.

“Sorry, Pen,” Colin says ruefully, “must be squashing you.”

“No, stay,” Pen says suddenly, hooking her legs behind his back to keep him from moving. “Stay, please, Colin, I want to go again once you're ready.”

“You sure, sweetheart? You said—”

“I know what I said,” she interrupts. “But I've missed you. I've missed you so much damn much this week that I actually feel insane without you. And I want you—I need you close to me. Need you to lie down on this chaise so I can take my sweet time with you the way you've done with me today. Will you let me, please, Colin?”

“Of course I will, sweetheart. You don't even have to ask.”

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The chaise feels warm and soft, and so does Colin, his warm weight so comforting on her. Her skin is tacky with sweat, her tits sticky with the remnants of honey and cream, her chin shiny from the last of Michael's release, her pussy dripping with Colin's cum. Pen is sure she looks utterly wrecked right now, wishes she had a mirror so she could see just how much Colin has ruined her—how she welcomes every moment of it because it's Colin and she loves him so very deeply. As deeply as she can feel him still buried in her very centre.

She sighs, taking in the sight of him, hair mussed, lips kiss-swollen, eyes dark and wanting. He leans down to kiss her gently.

“What are you thinking about, my darling?” he asks.

“Can I ask you something?” Pen says after a minute. “It's about Michael.”

“Yeah,” Colin says, nodding. “What is it, sweetheart?”

“He has this tattoo on his chest. A small one. ‘J.S.’ Do you know what that means?”

Colin sighs, scrunching up his face in a grimace. The crinkle in his forehead is back, and Pen reaches for it, tries to smooth it out with her fingers. “Yeah,” he says again, his voice hollower. “Yeah, I do know. He—it stands for John Stirling. His cousin.”

Maybe it's because Pen doesn't have many cousins, none of whom she sees more than once a year, or because she doesn't have any tattoos, but she doesn't quite understand. “Are they super close or something?”

“They were,” he says heavily. “Michael and his sister, they both grew up with John. He was like a brother to them. He died of an asthma attack a few years back.”

“Oh,” Pen says, taken aback. Admittedly, she's always thought there was some quiet sense of melancholy about Michael. In his eyes when he thought no one’s looking, when it feels sometimes like he's somewhere else even though Pen is touching his chest—touching the tattoo in honour of his late cousin. "I'm sorry," she says softly. "I didn't know."

“He was a good one, too. Taken way too young. Only twenty.”

“Good God,” Pen mutters. But then she pauses for a moment. “You… you talk about him like you knew him, Colin.”

He shakes his head. “Not exactly. Frannie… she had a thing with him at college, but she didn't tell any of us. Not until he'd already passed.”

“This was Johnny?” Penelope says in shock. “Frannie’s Johnny?”

She's heard about him—not very much, mind, because Frannie's never been particularly talkative and Pen has always been closest with Eloise. Even the few times when Johnny has been brought up, Pen has seen how Frannie just closes herself off and abruptly changes the subject. She doesn't blame her.  

“Yeah, Pen. It's how I met Michael. And his twin sister Kayla. At the funeral. I barely knew Michael but his sister asked me to watch out for him if I could. He got absolutely wasted after the wake, almost started a fight at the bar we were in. Not that I blame him. I think sometimes about what a state I’d be in if I lost Anthony like that. Or Ben. Let alone any of my sisters. And I can't even begin to think what a wreck I'd be if anything happened to you—”

“So you took care of him,” Pen says gently, cutting him off before he spirals. “Just like you take care of me.”

The gleam of a smile returns to his face now as he thrusts into her, enjoying the keen escaping her lips—and the surprise as if they both have just realised their bodies are still entwined. “Well,” he says with a grin, “that comparison only really makes sense recently. And even then I think he's mainly been the one to, um, take care of me, if you get what I mean.”

Briefly she laughs, but then her expression becomes more earnest. “You don't have to be funny for me either, you know,” she whispers to him. “I love you so very much. You're a good, good man, Colin Bridgerton.”

He smiles more sweetly this time and it's impossible for her not to kiss him. “I love you. And you, sweetheart, are a very, very good girl.”

“Colin,” she tries and fails to admonish, nudging him in his side as they both giggle, Colin burying his face in Penelope's neck so she can feel the wonderful rumble of laughter in her skin. This is why he's her best friend and boyfriend in one.

“D'you think something's up?” Colin says after a moment, as he meets her eyes again. “With Michael?”

“What do you mean?”

“I don't know,” Colin says, frowning. “Just… him making us breakfast. Running your bath. Makes me wonder if something else is going on.”

“Because he wants to be helpful?” Pen says doubtfully.

“No. He's making himself helpful. He gets like this sometimes. Usually family related. Or when he's had a string of bad hook-ups and then swears off women—and most men—for a while.”

“I've never known him to hold down a relationship the whole time I've been here,” she observes. “Do you know if he's been in many before?”

“He says it's not his style,” Colin says. “But I know he's not brought anyone back to his room for a while. Even before all of this started with the three of us. Definitely no one since then.”

It leaves a strange feeling in Penelope's stomach, thinking about that. Maybe it's coming from a place of respect for her and Colin, because after their first time they all got tested and came back clean—agreeing collectively that they didn't need protection, especially with Penelope's IUD. Neither Colin nor Penelope has explicitly told Michael not to sleep with others, but realising this to be true is something else. 

“We need to talk about this with him,” Penelope says.

“We do,” Colin agrees, “but maybe now's not the right time.”

Penelope can't help but giggle again. “Maybe not,” she says, looking down at where their bodies are still joined. “But soon?”

“Let's at least enjoy date night first,” Colin decides. “And each other. We can talk tomorrow.”

Penelope nods, shifting a little. Something between them shifts also, away from the seriousness of their conversation and to the important matter of Pen taking Colin further inside herself—gasping at how deep he feels. Her breath hitches and she lets out a high-pitched moan as her walls squeeze him.

“See, you've been such a good girl for me, Pen. Warming my cock for me like this so I can take you again.”

“I told you, darling, I feel so empty without you,” she whines. “I haven't had you in my mouth all day either.”

“Pen, it's barely twelve,” he points out.

“Far too long,” she tells him and he laughs. 

“Okay. How do you want it, Pen? You came so beautifully earlier. I meant what I said about you choosing.”

She knows what she wants now, can estimate that Michael will come back in any minute, and just hopes he's run the bath hot enough that she has time for this.

“Can you… can you go really deep and slow, please, Colin?”

He grunts with effort, rolling his hips, the motion making him stand to full attention once more inside her. “Like that, sweetheart?”

“Yeah,” she says breathlessly. “But I want you to stretch it out for as long as you can—long enough for you to lie back on the chaise and let me lick every inch of your beautiful cock.”

Colin's pupils are almost black with desire at her words and he groans, pressing into her.

“I can do that for you, sweetheart. Won't you feel empty, though?” Colin asks, and she shakes her head.

“No. Michael can take me from behind and keep me filled up. And you, Colin… darling, I want you to stuff my throat so you can come inside it.”

Pen wonders if that does it, if Colin will lose control and come right there, but if nothing else, her boyfriend is God's strongest soldier because he takes a long breath, eyes burning steadily into hers, as he slowly but surely fucks into her, one long thrust at a time. Penelope's hands wander around his arse, pushing with both of them so that she takes him as deep as she can into her sopping pussy. 

“That’s it, sweetheart. Spread your legs for me, just like that, wider, so you can feel me so deep I may as well be in your throat—”

“—you feel so good, Colin,” Penelope professes. “So big. Can't fucking wait for you to come down my throat—Colin—”

He pulls out of her and she lets out a soft, bratty whine. 

“I know, sweetheart,” he murmurs, “but if you keep talking like that and squeezing me like that, I'll end up flooding your gorgeous cunt and you don't want that, do you?”

“I would love that,” she protests, but she takes his hand anyway, lets him pull her unsteadily to her feet. He lies back on the chaise the way she wants him, his legs too long to fit on it, making her laugh in wonder as she takes him in. “My God, Colin, you're beautiful.” She's not lying. She loves him like this, naked, hair mussed, cock leaking and shiny with her juices, as if just waiting for her to worship him. 

Slowly, she climbs onto the arm of the chaise, hoisting herself so she's settled between Colin's legs, her legs folded underneath her as she crouches before him and bows her head to press a reverent kiss to the tip of his cock. Her hands wrap around him and he groans loudly, louder than normal.

“So greedy for me, aren't you, sweetheart?” Colin murmurs. “Can't even last half a day without your mouth on me—”

“Of course I can't,” she says, kissing him more wetly this time, her tongue eagerly laving his sensitive underside. “Need to taste you always. Love you. I love you.”

“Bath's ready—fuck,” Michael says, and even though Pen can't see him she knows he's stopped in his tracks.

“The bath can wait, Michael,” Colin says firmly, and he seems unperturbed, gesturing for Michael to come closer. “Lift your lovely arse up for me, Pen, sweetheart,” he tells her, “and don't take your mouth off me until I let you.”

She moans with delight, obeying him, lifting her arse as she takes Colin into her mouth and sucks—and sure enough, she can feel the glorious thickness of Michael's cock notch at her entrance. 

“So much for one more, huh?” Michael says in that husky voice of his. “What do you think, Col? D'you think I should tease her?”

To illustrate his point, he rubs the tip of his cock on her clit and her high pitched whine in her throat is muffled by Colin's cock. 

“Not yet,” Colin says, stroking her hair. “After dinner, maybe. She's been such a good girl, she's allowed to be a bit bratty right now. We can give her what she needs—and what she needs is to be flooded with cum, isn't that right, sweetheart?”

Penelope tries to pull off of him to answer but Colin holds her head in place, not letting her move. She revels in it, in the control he has over her in this position, the fact that all she can taste and see and smell and feel and touch is Colin. “I told you not to take your mouth off me, sweetheart. That's what you want, isn't it, Pen?”

She nods around his cock, moaning noisily when Michael finally plunges into her from behind.

“Lift up your arse a little more, sweetheart, for Michael, so he can keep you full when I spill in your mouth, all right?”

Obediently she lifts her hips a little more and Michael thrusts into her, bottoming out completely.

“That's it, good girl.” 

“Yeah, that's good, babe,” Michael groans appreciatively. “You should see yourself right now, Penelope, giving your gorgeous boyfriend what he wants—”

“She asked for this,” Colin says, getting a little breathless now as she starts to bob up and down, taking him a little deeper each time. “Always so needy for me, so greedy, always wanting me to feed her my cock, isn't that right, Pen?”

She can't speak, not at this glorious point where his cock finally hits the back of the throat. Her eyes start watering but she loves this, loves how Colin is stroking her hair while thrusting into her steadily. Michael is caressing her arse, not moving inside her but clearly throbbing and needing release.  

“Can I move?” Michael asks hoarsely, and he's asking Pen, not Colin, but Pen is the one to nod to Colin, knowing with a thrill that she'll come like this, maybe come twice—she’s close already being stuffed full on both ends. Michael pulls out almost completely and then surges forward, and Penelope cries out around Colin's cock, the sound completely muffled now that her throat is filled, breathing shakily through her nose but unwilling to come up for air as her throat squeezes around Colin—

“Come for me, Pen,” Colin murmurs, his hand tangling through her curls and pulling her towards him, “you're doing so well, giving me this, letting us take you—that’s it, sweetheart, come for me as you swallow me down, take it all, every drop, that's it, good girl—”

She's sobbing now, through her release, every nerve of hers feeling flayed open from the overstimulation, from the white hot pleasure shooting through her spine as Michael continues to fuck into her and she slurps down Colin's cum so messily. She keeps his cock in her mouth without asking, licking him clean, loving being able to do this for him, knowing he hasn't let her take her mouth off of him just yet. All the while, Michael is grunting in her ear, splitting her open with his giant cock.

“Gonna come inside you, Penelope, gonna fill you up just like you asked, fill you with my cum until you're a complete mess just like you want, yeah?”

Gently, Colin moves her head so her mouth finally slips off his softened cock, tilting her chin up so she looks him in the eye as she comes again, her mouth falling open and her cries getting progressively higher as she reaches her peak, just as Michael erupts inside her. Her chin is sticky, covered in spit, and she's still crouched between Colin's legs, utterly naked—after Michael withdraws from her she collapses onto Colin, face buried in his stomach, breathing so heavily it takes a while for her to realise the gentle hands on her back, on her arms, or the soft voices that follow.

“You all right, sweetheart?”

“Did I go too hard, Penelope?”

“Pen, darling—say something.”

“That was… fuck,” Pen finally says, finding her voice. Every inch of her is tingling. She laughs faintly. “I think I'll be needing that bath now.”

“I'll take you,” Colin offers, but Michael's the one to lift her off him first, handing her carefully to Colin once he's on his feet. They're both naked, and she's still a little out of it as she takes their forms in admiringly. 

“You've already taken me,” she mumbles, and both her boys laugh. “You can put me down, y’know. ‘M too heavy—”

“Don't,” Colin says firmly. “If you keep saying that, I'm not gonna let you come later.”

That shuts her up. “Fine,” she says, huffing a sigh.

“See?” Colin says to Michael as he steps into their ensuite. “Bratty.”

“I heard that!” she tries to protest, but she knows he likes her like that. 

“I love you,” Colin says instead, lowering her into the bath. The water is at the perfect temperature, the familiar scent of ylang-ylang wafting through the steam. “You okay like this, sweetheart? Want us to stay with you?”

She shakes her head, glad that her vision is coming more into focus and she feels clearer now. “No, it's okay. Just… bring my phone and put on a podcast for me, please? And some water to drink.”

“‘Course, Pen.” 

Colin leaves, and she lets out a little laugh at how he and Michael are both very much still naked as she sinks further into the water. 

“Thank you, Michael,” she says softly as their eyes meet. 

“For the orgasm?” he says teasingly and she laughs. 

“For the bath, my God.” Then she pauses, taking in that look on his face, where just for a moment something in his eyes slips. “And no—before you ask, you didn't go too hard.”

Relief washes over Michael's handsome face. “Glad to hear it. I always—”

“I know,” she says gently. “Colin was the same way at first. Took me ages to convince him how I prefer things in the bedroom. But I think he enjoys his role. He always has, but he never allowed himself to, y'know?”

Michael nods. “Yeah. It's… it's pretty hot.”

Pen laughs. “Oh, yeah, it definitely is.”

She smiles and he kisses her, just briefly on the lips, just as Colin comes in with her phone and a glass of water.

“Here you go, sweetheart.” He helps her drink, tipping it back so she can drain the glass—she needs it after the fucking her throat has taken.

“Thanks, love.”

Colin leans forward and kisses her, more thoroughly than Michael, before he turns to his roommate.

“C'mon, Michael. We have some cleaning up to do.” Pen laughs again, knowing Colin means more than the kitchen table. God, she wishes she could watch them both in the shower.

Michael smiles. “I suppose we do. And we should probably make some lunch too.”

“Good idea,” Colin says. “All this sex makes me crazy hungry.”

“You're always hungry,” Pen says teasingly. 

“Like you're not?” Colin counters, and Pen sighs. 

“All right, all right,” she says, “shoo before I lose my mind and get you both in here with me.”

Her boys both laugh, and Pen watches them leave with their hands entwined. She puts on her podcast and lets herself drift away in the bath, soothing her sore muscles.

*

Hours later, they're in the restaurant, and Penelope is most certainly enjoying herself. She's been having fun ever since she donned her outfit earlier, a deep blue dress with a sweetheart neckline and cinched waist. She spent time doing her makeup, smoky eyeshadow and a dark lip, even doing her hair in a complicated little updo for the occasion. Given how much time she spends in the office or at home in decidedly unglamorous garb—pencil skirts and blouses or t-shirts and sweats—it's only fair that she goes all out the few times she does decide to dress up. 

She'd barred her boys from the room while she was getting ready after handing Colin her favourite of his suits—she had known all they would do was distract her. And when she finally stepped out in her heels, ready to leave, well… they both looked at her with such hunger that even she was tempted to cancel their reservation so they could stay in and ravish her. 

But she knew that wasn't what she wanted. She would have her fun with them at the restaurant, and then they'd both reward her at home. It was admirable, really, seeing Colin temper himself and then step towards her to place a relatively chaste kiss on her cheek while telling her how utterly beautiful she looked—ruining it in a flash, though, by whispering something filthy in her ear about how exquisite her dress would look on their bedroom floor. Pen was delighted.

Michael had done the same, kissing her other cheek, though he was at great pains to say he couldn't promise to behave at the restaurant. 

“You say that like you expect me to behave, Michael,” Pen said with a grin. “C'mon, let's go.”

Normally when it's just her and Colin, date night is extra enjoyable because their sex life gets more unpredictable. Pen often jerks him off in the car, while he's driving, just on ordinary days, but she's been known to suck him off in movie theatres when the plot isn't particularly interesting and the cinema is practically empty, or for him to finger her during the opera—Pen’s face during orgasm is perfect, Colin always says, like she's in awe of the aria being sung instead of how her boyfriend's fingers are curved to hit her g-spot. 

And in restaurants, the opportunities are endless. Alleyways, bathrooms, semi private booths. Teasing each other under the table is a given. She often does so with her foot, taking off her heel so she can trail her toes up the length of Colin's leg and then settle on his crotch. Often she'll wear vibrating panties and Colin will control them, and Penelope will slowly lose her mind until she's begging him by the end of the night. Or she'll shimmy off her soaked knickers and nonchalantly press them into Colin's hand under the table before getting up to powder her nose, hips sashaying, and Colin will scramble to follow her to the bathroom for a quickie and she'll get a couple of lovely, handprint sized marks on her arse for her trouble. Then if they're driving, Colin will take her in the car where they're parked, tugging her roughly onto his lap so she can ride him to completion. If they're not driving, Penelope doesn't trust herself to let Colin finger her because she knows she'll moan aloud and that will ruin her Uber rating. So if it's dark, she'll just cover his clothed crotch with her hand and squeeze and caress in the backseat, until they're dropped off in their flat’s parking lot, which is usually quiet—enough for Pen to drop to her knees and let him finish in her mouth. And after the drive home they'll pick up right where they left off in their room, usually fucking for hours and hours until they pass out. 

So, all in all, date night is something Pen looks forward to every month. But this month it's even better with Michael being here, and as she takes them both in across the table from her, dressed in gorgeous suits and dark blue ties, she smiles, knowing she's in for a treat.

They order the shrimp and oysters as a starter, and Penelope enjoys learning more about Michael and his family as they dig into their food. “So your parents thought it would be a good idea to name you and your twin sister Michael and Michaela?” Penelope says, raising her eyebrows quizzically.

Michael just grins. “Yeah, I don't get it either,” he admits. “In fairness, Mum didn't know she was having twins until pretty late, so she only had one name picked out—and then we decided to both arrive early, so that probably didn't help.”

“I guess it helps that your sister goes by Kayla,” Colin says. “I'd get confused otherwise. They do look pretty similar.”

“Do you have a picture?” Pen asks, and Michael nods, opening his phone and finding a photo with a stunning woman with a smile identical to his. “Wow. She's gorgeous. Looks just like you.”

“She’s not much like me,” Michael admits. “She's a lot more outgoing than I will ever be.”

“You and her were thick as thieves, I bet,” Colin says.

Michael's smile becomes a bit sadder now. “The three of us were like the three musketeers,” he says. “Me, Kayla and John—John, my late cousin,” Michael explained to Pen, who makes sympathetic noises as she nods. “John was born a month after me and Kayla.”

“I'm sorry you lost him,” Penelope says softly. “You wanna tell me about him?”

So Michael does. He tells her stories of the three of them getting in trouble around the Scottish Highlands, up trees and in lochs. Pen never thought of Michael as particularly outdoorsy, but she can see it now, in how animated he becomes talking about his hometown. And she feels his sadness as he speaks about his cousin, who was like a brother to him and Kayla and was really the sensible one of the three. How Kayla is still good friends with Frannie now.

Penelope doesn't feel right touching either of them under the table through this, and it's nice, actually, just talking, squeezing Michael's hand. She's sure the three of them are confusing the maitre d’ and wait staff, because she's kissed Colin and Michael a couple times at this point. She does so again as Michael finishes telling them about John, turning to him and kissing his lips soundly.

“Thank you,” she murmurs against his lips. “For telling me about him. Means a lot.”

“Means a lot to both of us,” Colin adds. “I know family is complicated but it's… nice to hear about yours for once.”

Michael smiles and nods. “What about you, Penelope?” Michael asks. “I mean, I know Colin's got a big family and all these siblings. He complains about them enough. D'you have any?”

She nods. “Two sisters. I don't complain as much about them because I don't see them a ton these days. They're… better to be around now compared to when we were teenagers.”

“They've been arseholes,” Colin says flatly, and Penelope reaches over to squeeze his hand. “My girl deserves better than them.”

Pen nudges him gently. “That is why your sister is my bestie.”

“I thought I was your bestie,” Colin objects, and Pen doesn't expect Michael to laugh as she leans over to kiss her boyfriend.

“You are, darling. Of course you are.”

“I'm sure there's space for both of you,” Michael reasons. “Besides. I was sure I was your bestie, Colin.”

Penelope starts giggling as the waiters bring over the steak. “Definitely space for both of us on that front,” Pen says. 

It takes until dessert when Penelope finally reaches next to her where Michael is sitting, her hand fumbling at his crotch. None of the patrons can see anything—the tablecloth shields them completely, and she lets out a tiny sound of approval when she feels how hard he is already. Colin is busy feeding her creme brulee, but Penelope doesn't stop, unzipping Michael's fly as Colin spoons warm creme brulee into her open mouth. She moans like she's enjoying the dessert (which she is) and fiddles a little, until she is able to close her hand somewhat around him at his base, stifling a laugh at the look on Michael's face and the strangled sound that almost leaves his lips before Penelope uses her free hand to quieten him.

“You want me to stop?” she whispers to Michael, and she can feel Colin's eyes on her.

“No,” Michael murmurs after a second. “Just—I don't want to make a mess.”

“Don't worry about that,” Penelope tells him. “I'll handle it, I promise. Just relax.”

And he does, sitting back in his chair, letting Penelope fondle him as they continue to talk, as Colin shares how they first got together.

“I know you got stood up, Col,” Michael says, trying to keep his breathing even. “By some girl you were trying to rebound with.”

“I thank God every day for that girl, whatever her name was,” Pen says.

“Margaret,” Colin says with a hint of amusement in his eyes. 

“Yeah. If it wasn't for… that, Colin might've been too preoccupied to see me being broken up with a few tables down.”

“With who?”

“Some girl called Siena,” Colin supplies. “Broke up with Pen after two dates, can you believe?”

“To be fair,” Pen reasons, squeezing Michael a little more firmly, enjoying the look on his face as she does so, “she told me I kept looking over her shoulder instead of paying attention to her. Which is true. And she thought I was in love with someone else. Also true. Though it didn't help that Colin decided to come to our table at that point—”

“She was breaking up with you!” Colin objects. “And you needed a ride.”

“Oh, I got a ride, all right,” Penelope says, giggling. 

Colin shakes his head goodnaturedly, regarding her with such fondness. “So I offered to drive Pen home,” Colin explains, “and… we argued. A lot.”

“Then he kissed me, and I came all over his fingers,” Pen says, delighting in how Michael can't suppress his groan at that. “After he parked outside my place, obviously. And then… well, then he asked me to dinner.”

“That's how you asked her out, Col?” Michael asks incredulously. “My God. I bet you invited yourself up to Penelope's place too—”

“In fairness, I practically dragged him there myself,” Pen admits. “In some ways, it was kind of our first date night. Including the bit where he fucked me senseless.”

Colin's laughing now.

“Penelope—” Michael is throbbing now, so beautifully in her hand, so big that she can't hold his length with just one. 

“You're close, aren't you?” Colin whispers, and Michael nods. Pen meets Colin's eyes and he grins back, just before dropping a fork expertly underneath the table. “Oops, sorry. Can you grab that for me, please, darling?”

“Of course,” Pen says sweetly, and she ducks quickly under the table. She doesn't have much time, and the sight of Michael's exposed cock underneath the table makes her mouth water. She quickly takes him into her mouth, suckling on his sensitive mushroom tip, unable to resist lapping up his precum as she wraps both hands around him and squeezes. He's so sensitive that she doesn't even need to take him very far before he's spilling into her mouth, and she relishes the taste of him, of being able to gulp him down and swallow and then lick him off quickly for good measure. The entire thing takes less than two minutes and she's very pleased with herself as she emerges from under the table with the offending fork. The waiter that passes either doesn't notice or doesn't care, and she'll take that easily when she notices how flushed Michael is from his orgasm. He smiles at her, a little lopsided, not objecting when Pen moves over to sit next to Colin now. 

“Your lipstick’s a little smudged, babe,” Michael tells her, and she just smiles. 

“That's your fault,” she says cheerfully, “but don't worry. It's for a good cause.” Still, when Pen lifts her hand to try to wipe it, Colin grabs hold of her wrist. 

“Suits you,” her boyfriend murmurs to her. “Can't wait to smudge it more later.”

“Promise?” Pen says hopefully.

“Promise. But for now you have something else to take care of, sweetheart.”

Colin's already got his fly open, already fisting his cock underneath the tablecloth, and Penelope is the one to almost moan now as her hand finds his and takes over from him. 

“Can we have the bill, please?” Colin asks the waiter, and Pen continues to pump him while looking at Michael, glad he has a satisfied smile on his face. 

“Sorry I couldn't last longer,” Michael says ruefully, but both Colin and Pen shake their heads. 

“‘S what quickies are invented for,” Colin says.

“Besides,” Pen adds, leaning forward to speak more conspiratorially, “I can't stay under the table forever. As much as I'd like to for you two.”

“What a shame,” Colin says, his voice becoming shakier as her hand continues to glide up and down his length. “I suppose we'll have to finish this off in the alleyway, then.”

He takes her hand off him and she tries to whine in protest but he silences her with a quick kiss, doing up his fly with difficulty. In the process, Michael snatches up the bill when it first arrives, insisting on paying it even though Colin and Penelope both object. 

“I can get it next time, then,” Colin decides, and once again there's a flash of something on Michael's face—it lasts a millisecond before disappearing. 

“Definitely,” Michael says, not skipping a beat as he pays the bill with his card. “I'm gonna bring the car around, okay? Take all the time you need in the alleyway.”

Colin leads the way out of the restaurant and into the alley, Penelope holding his hand, and she's barely able to catch her breath when he backs her against a wall, the hardness of his erection pressing into her thigh. 

“I should have let you suck me off under that table,” Colin says softly as he sucks a bruise into her neck, making her gasp. “Maybe I should have pulled the tablecloth back so everyone could see you with your pretty lips wrapped around my cock.”

“Please, Colin—”

“Would you do that for me, darling?”

“I'd do anything for you,” she tells him desperately, lifting up the skirt of her dress, taking his hand and pressing it between the opening of her crotchless panties. “This is all for you, Colin. I'm yours. Take me. Please take me.”

“Anyone could come by,” Colin says, but she knows he doesn't really mean it when he's already unzipping his fly. “Can't believe you've been dripping like this all night in those knickers of yours, Pen. Anyone could have seen your pretty little cunt if you bent over enough.”

“I wore them for you,” she says, letting out a keen as he presses into her without warning, without entering her with his fingers first. Her pussy stretches around him and the burn of it is so delicious that she wonders if that's enough for her to come just like that. She loves it when Colin gets like this, taking her rougher, even more so when his hand claps over her mouth.

“You have to stay quiet, sweetheart,” Colin tells her. “Otherwise someone will come looking.”

“I want to make you come,” she tells him, rocking her hips against where he spears her with his cock over and over again. “Would've taken your cock in my mouth and Michael's at the same time, so you could both spill down my throat, all over my face, smudge my lipstick even more than it is already so I can lick your cum and his off my lips—”

“Fuck, Pen,” he groans, fucking into her, grinding his hips forward, and it doesn't matter that the wall behind her is rough, that he's stretched her, that his cock gets faint resistance when he thrusts into her pussy. All it does is turn her on more, so she's even more desperate for him. “You can come for me like this, can't you? Touch yourself, sweetheart, I want you to come for me—”

She does just that, reaching between them shakily to circle her clit as Colin pounds into her, and there is something especially hot about them both being clothed while Penelope is being railed into next week. 

“I love you,” she sobs, “I love you, I love you—”

The scream erupts in her throat as she comes, Colin muffling it with his hand just in time, just before he comes inside her, kissing her face, kissing her lips, burying his face into her neck. They both breathe rapidly, heavily, and Penelope gets her breath back first. Her thighs are a mess, and her dress will need an extra wash, she's sure. But she's on such a high from this that she doesn't care one bit, and there's something tender about how she tucks him back into his trousers and zips him up, how Colin attempts to straighten the straps of her dress and adjust her hair, to little avail. 

“I love you,” he murmurs. “You did amazing today. Like you always do for date night.”

She blushes at the praise. “I love date night. Especially with you and him.”

“D'you think you still want to—”

“We're not done,” Pen says resolutely. “When we get home, can you move the mirror to the living room, please, Colin?”

“You want to watch the three of us,” Colin surmises, a wicked glint in his eyes. “Naughty girl.”

“I—” But Penelope breaks off at the sound of her car pulling in, knowing it's Michael. “Let's go, Colin.”

*

Back in their flat, Colin and Michael have moved the mirror as she asked, having taken off their jackets first. The mirror isn't that heavy, but there's something about the two of them in their shirts, ties loosened, sleeves rolled up, that does everything for Pen as she watches them. Then they both step back, letting Penelope step forward so she's right in front of the mirror.

She takes off the straps of her dress, shimmying a little, and it lands in a soft puddle on the floor. She bends down and places the dress on a chair near her. Her heels are next, kicked off and flung into a corner, and both Colin and Michael are watching her with their pupils blown wide with lust. When she turns to look in the mirror, surveying herself, she knows she looks good. The crotchless panties are lacy and sheer and high waisted. Her stockings are whisper soft on her legs. And as she turns slightly, she can see the curve of her arse and the swell of her tits in a matching lacy bra that enhances her cleavage and leaves little to the imagination—the pink of her erect nipples is unmistakable underneath the sheer fabric.

Neither her boyfriend nor his roommate have moved. That's fine. She gets down on her knees first, making sure she can still see herself in the mirror as she places her hands on the floor, her arse high in the air. Then she looks up, and she stifles a laugh at how fast the two of them are shedding their clothes, practically ripping off their shirts and hopping out of their trousers. 

“It's okay,” Penelope says softly, and they both pause. “You can take your time for this bit. But I want you to go hard and fast. I want you rough. I want you both to come inside me until one of us has to stop.”

“Are you sure, Pen?” Colin asks.

“Course I am. And if I'm not, I'll let you know.” Two sharp taps on any of Colin's limbs is their signal when Pen’s mouth is preoccupied. She's got a similar system with Michael, and as she watches him take off his socks and move to kneel behind her, she groans at the sight of him stroking himself. Michael somehow looks even larger in the mirror, and she wants so badly for him to be inside her, she aches for it.

“You look beautiful,” Michael murmurs as he spreads her thighs wider. He gasps as his fingers find her pussy lips through the opening of her panties, colliding with her slick and Colin's cum. “Fuck, Penelope, you're so wet. Were you like this all through dinner?”

“Of course I was,” Penelope says as she watches Colin kneel in front of her. He has something in his hand, though, and Pen's eyes widen as she realises it's her clit stim vibrator, the one with the finger attachment. She watches as he hands it to Michael, who takes a second to attach it to his finger.

“Col showed me how this works earlier,” Michael says, switching it on. “You okay with this, Penelope?”

“Oh my God, yes,” Penelope says breathlessly. It's one of her favourite vibrators. Colin will often have it on for hours, alternating between fucking her with his fingers and his cock, all the while keeping this handheld vibrator firmly on her clit. She's built such an endurance that she can come again and again with this little toy. And knowing her pussy and mouth will be full of cock at the same time… it's enough to make her even wetter, a rush of hot arousal coursing through her. Her clit is easily accessible with her crotchless panties, too, and she widens her legs a little, allowing Michael better access—and already the vibrator is on, starting on a gentler setting. 

She can't resist kissing the head of Colin's cock, bringing him closer to her already just as Michael lines himself up and plunges deep inside her. Penelope keeps one hand wrapped around Colin's cock as she peppers kisses on it, then gazes up at Colin rapturously. “I’ve wanted to do this for ages now. Wanted to watch as you both take me over and over and over again, stuffing me full, filling me with your cum. Fucking me so hard I just keep coming. You're gonna do that for me, aren't you?”

She lets out a high pitched moan as Michael fucks into her, still doing shallow thrusts, setting a slow but steady pace. It's good, she can feel him deep as Colin's hands caress her jaw, her chin, her neck. “We will,” he tells her. “I promise, Pen.”

Michael takes that as his cue, to fuck her harder, grunting with effort with his hands on her hips, forcing her thighs wider as she cries out and her body stretches to accommodate him. The clit stim is still going gently, Michael's not kicked it up a notch just yet. The movement jolts her forward, though, onto Colin's cock so she takes more of him, and he starts to fuck her throat just as Penelope's walls start to flutter.

“That's it, sweetheart,” Colin croons. “I know you wanted to suck me off in the restaurant like you did with Michael. I would have loved to spread you out on the table in front of everyone so I could eat out that perfect pussy of yours. You could have bounced on my cock as I fed you dessert, you would have liked that, right?”

The vibrator turns up in intensity, just a bit, not enjoying to push her over the edge even as she nods frantically, her mouth dripping with drool. Her eyes are open even as they water because she remains gazing lovingly, steadily, devotedly at her boyfriend.

Michael doesn't stop, though, not with the vibrator and not with the way he's fucking her from behind. Every time he thrusts forward she takes more of Colin in her mouth, until the head of his cock hits the back of her throat—and that's all it takes for her to come, her pussy tightening around Michael's thick cock and her clit on fire from the steady vibrations. She moans through her orgasm, revelling in the feeling of his hot cum filling her from deep inside as she bobs her head back and forth.

Michael's still inside her, his movements more shallow now. She's not sure how long it will take for him to regain his erection, but Colin's watching her hungrily as she wraps her lips more firmly around his cock, her tongue laving its underside. He's stroking her hair and Michael turns up the vibrator again, the vibrations coming out in short, intense bursts that make her hips jolt—and if Pen’s mouth wasn't full she would have shrieked from the sensation. As it is, her groans are muffled by Colin's cock, and all the while she doesn't take her eyes off Colin, gazing up at him in sheer adoration even as her hips fly up from the vibrations on her clit.

“Easy, sweetheart,” Colin says lazily, still slowly raking his fingers through her hair. “Come for us again, you can come again, can't you, darling Pen? We're gonna be at this a while, that's what you wanted, right? Are you watching, Pen?”

Penelope looks in the mirror, takes in the sight of herself, being fucked in the face and from behind and on her clit, being used in the way she asked, stuffed full and about to be satiated again. She can feel her eyes watering every time Colin thrusts into her throat, the searing pleasure as Michael presses the vibe in small circles on her clit—and she and Colin come in tandem, the pleasure in Penelope's belly coiling and tightening and then unravelling so her limbs feel boneless. Colin is still spurting ropes of cum into her mouth, sliding down her throat, and she's unwilling to take her mouth off him, not even when she's licked off the remnants of her boyfriend's release. She holds him there in her mouth, moaning as Michael finally moves the vibe off her clit, giving her a much needed reprieve. 

“Good girl,” Colin murmurs, kissing the top of her head, “look at you, keeping my cock warm without me even having to ask you. You're not gonna take your mouth off me until I say, right?”

Penelope only nods dutifully. 

“You're so good at that, Penelope,” Michael tells her, stroking her arse with his free hand. “Look at you, keeping us both warm like this, so we can keep flooding you with cum, and we all get to watch the whole thing, too. You mind if I pull out for a sec, take off your pretty underwear so we can all see you?”

She moans in protest but then nods, and Michael can see her in the mirror. With a grunt, he pulls himself out and Penelope moans again at the sight of his glistening cock, half-hard at this point. Her breathing is shaky as Michael eases off her stockings, one leg at a time, somehow managing to do so without ripping them. The panties aren't so lucky, but Colin laughs at that, promising to buy her new ones—and insisting he gets to keep the mostly disintegrated scrap of lace anyway. Colin's stroking her hair, playing with it, his free hand caressing her jaw and her neck. He follows Michael's suit, though, undoing the clasps of her bra so her boobs are free for him to cup in his palms. All the while, Penelope's determined to keep his half-hard cock in her mouth, even as she drools onto Colin's wrists.

“Love it when you get messy like this, sweetheart,” Colin says proudly. “Look at you, not taking your mouth off me even for a second. Just waiting for when I can fuck your throat again, huh?”

She would beg him for it if her mouth wasn't occupied. Looking again at the mirror, she realises Michael and Colin have stripped her completely naked, so she's theirs to use now, theirs to fuck, with her on all fours, at their mercy. As if on cue, Michael returns to his previous position, pressing his cock at her entrance, pushing forward. He isn't gentle—he gives it to her rough, the way she asked, the vibrator returning to a moderate speed on her sensitive clit. 

“You love this thing, don't you, Penelope? Colin said you go insane with this, that you could come for hours just pressing this tiny thing on your lovely clit—”

“Hnnnng!” Penelope tries to get out, but no intelligible words are leaving her lips right now. Colin's hard now, and it was an arduous process, licking and suckling at him, lapping up his cum. It's all worth it, though, when Colin starts thrusting again, and when Michael switches up the vibrator while he fucks into her—the force of Colin's thrusts push her further onto Michael's cock, impaling her onto him over and over again while her clit is raw with such intense pleasure that Penelope starts sobbing openly, weeping in pleasure as she reaches another climax, reaches such a high that she doesn't even come down, instead riding the crest of her peak into another, stronger one. And when she starts to come, it's like she can't stop, orgasm after orgasm after orgasm.

She swallows around Colin's cock, every time when he hits the back of her throat Michael surges forward another inch, the vibrator still rumbling against her swollen, oversensitive clit, until she feels split open from the brutal fucking she's getting. Looking in the mirror is all it takes for her to come again, to the point she's lost count—she looks a mess, no doubt, but all of it is worth it, she thinks, as both her boys entwine their hands above her and come at the same time, filling her simultaneously with so much cum that she's dripping at both ends like a faucet and she's never, ever felt so satiated in her life. 

Michael turns off the vibrator, letting his hand fall away, gently pulling out of her as Colin does the same. She stays where she is, on all fours, until she can't anymore and almost collapses onto the floor from the force of her orgasms. Colin doesn't let her, though, catching her before she falls, holding her by the arms.

“I love date night,” Penelope utters through her haze of pleasure.

“I think I do too,” Michael admits behind her, helping Colin to lay Penelope on the chaise—and the movement accidentally switches on the vibrator still attached to his finger. 

“Oops,” Colin says with a chuckle, and Pen watches as he takes it off his roommate's finger. “So do I, by the way. I think Pen is all orgasmed out, aren't you, darling?”

“For now,” Penelope says, sighing. “Give me five minutes? Maybe ten?”

And sure enough, in ten minutes, Penelope's in front of the mirror, on her knees next to Michael, watching herself raptly as the two of them take turns to suck on Colin's cock as her pussy continues to leak his cum.

Yep. She really does love date night.

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Pen puts on her boyfriend's discarded shirt before she gets on her knees again. 

It's a good look on her, that she knows. Her lipstick is markedly smudged at this point, and Colin's shirt reaches halfway down her thighs, just hiding where she's dripping Michael's spend. Colin makes a point to undo the top few buttons, allowing him a generous view of her breasts that heave as she sighs and takes him in, sprawled languidly on the sofa where the amour between the three of them first began. He's still completely naked, the way she likes him best, utterly beautiful and hers to worship—and worship she will, she knows that much. His hand reaches down to fist his half-hard length but Penelope takes his hand in hers, kissing it while her other hand closes around the base of his cock. She'll do this for him a hundred times if he asks and even if he doesn't, because it does everything for her, being able to stroke him like this.

“I love you,” she breathes reverently. 

Colin groans. “I love you too, Pen. Spread your legs for me, sweetheart.”

She scrambles to obey, sighing contentedly as Colin reaches down and swipes his hand between her legs, gathering her slick and Michael's cum to spread across his length. Greedily, Penelope grabs Colin's hand and licks at his palm, settling back slightly as Colin uses his thumb to trace the outline of her lips.

“Greedy girl,” Colin chides, and her breath catches in her throat at how he regards her, lust blazing in his sharp blue eyes, darkening with the sense of dominance she loves so fucking much. “I never said you could stop, Pen,” he reminds her, and she realises that her ministrations have slowed. Immediately she starts pumping him with her hand again, just as Michael re-enters the room, and Colin abruptly moves so he's shoving his cock against her lips. Pen moans at the sudden movement but suckles on him willingly, lapping up the heady mix of her own tart slick, Michael's bitter release and her boyfriend's salty precum. She can see herself in the mirror, with her hand wrapped around him at the base, barely realising Michael's on his knees next to her until she feels his hand on her thigh. “That's good, darling, so good, you're so good for me, aren't you? Here, let Michael have a taste, okay?” 

She moves her lips off him with a pop, trying not to pout, unwilling to move her hand away—but it's fun too, getting to do this with Michael by her side. Gently, Pen plays with Colin's balls, fondling them, then switching to sucking off Colin after Michael gets his go. She knows she doesn't need to take him in her throat because Colin is so close, she can see it as she watches herself suck him off in the mirror.

But then she wants to weep when Colin pulls his cock out of her mouth, just for a second.

“Colin,” she whines, and both her boyfriend and his roommate laugh as Colin strokes her cheek and traces her swollen lips with his thumb again. This time he slips his thumb in her mouth, and Penelope automatically sucks on it.  

“Didn’t you say you wanted me to come on your face, Pen, sweetheart? Or at least mess up your makeup a bit more?”

In answer, she caresses his cock with her palms, pressing the head of it on her lips. Colin rubs the tip of his leaking cock on her mouth and nose and across her cheeks so her lipstick is thoroughly ruined and now smeared with streaks of white. She revels in it, in being marked by him like this, especially when she glances in the mirror and takes in her debauched reflection.

“Doesn't she look so beautiful like this, Michael?”

“She sure does,” Michael breathes, and suddenly Colin pulls Michael up and onto the chaise with him, Colin's hand closing briefly around Michael's cock to pump him a few times.  

“Thank you,” Penelope says shyly to Michael, before gazing up at Colin. She'll do whatever he asks.

“Look at you, sweetheart,” Colin croons. “Staying on your knees and just ready for us, aren't you? Why don't you be a good girl and suck off Michael again, Pen? Just for a bit and then you can take us both like you said you would?”

Pen nods eagerly, opening her mouth hungrily for Michael, laving his cock with her mouth, suckling at his slit so she could taste the salt of his precum dribbling onto her tongue. He groans in approval, tugging at her hair with less hesitation than previously. Then she reaches up, kisses Colin and lets him thrust his tongue into her mouth and kisses her messily, so that when he pulls away her lips are wet with his spit.

When Penelope takes them both in her mouth, splitting her lips open as far as they could go, she gasps at the sensation, still unused to it. Both her boys stroke her hair encouragingly, not moving, letting her get used to it. 

“She'll do this, you know, Michael, just hold my cock in her mouth for hours, drooling all over it until I fuck her throat like the good girl she is.”

“I know. That's how I found you guys, or have you forgotten? Her waking you up with the best fucking blow job ever—”

“She'll do that for you if you want her to, you'd like that, wouldn't you, sweetheart?”

This last is addressed to her, and both her boys pause to look at her. It's not like she can speak, but she tries nodding, in the process taking them both an inch or so further. 

“Would you, Penelope? Maybe I wouldn't need your mouth, maybe just your hands, you'd be good with that, right?”

She nods again, this time letting her tongue lap wetly on the underside of Michael's cock, then Colin's, which is their cue to start thrusting—and her eyes’ cue to start watering.

“That's it, sweetheart, you're taking us so beautifully, never seen you look so gorgeous in my life than like this, Pen—”

Penelope moans, feeling the combined throbbing of their cocks start to intensify—they’re both close, groaning their encouragement as the tugging on her hair gets sharper—

“Fuck, fuck, Penelope—”

“Don't you dare close your eyes, Pen—”

“Just like that, Penelope—”

“Watch in the mirror as we fill your pretty mouth with cum, Pen, sweetheart, that's it—”

And watch she does, as her mouth fills to the brim with cum until the combined release of her boyfriend and his roommate gushes out of her mouth and down her chin, coating her neck, her bare tits, onto Colin's shirt. She swallows down what she can, revelling in the taste of them both, salty and bitter and fucking perfect mixed together. They both withdraw from her, and she breathes heavily, her mouth hanging open, not quite reaching her orgasm but damn near close just from seeing herself covered in cum like this, wrecked beyond belief. 

“Did you like that, sweetheart?” comes Colin's voice, and she nods, unable to speak, her breaths coming out short from how close she is. “Sit properly for me, Pen, that's it, right in front of the mirror. Put your knees apart so we can see your lovely pussy, darling. No, don't wipe anything away, your face is perfect just like that.” Colin gets up and off the chaise, moving to kneel behind her, and she barely realises he's holding the clit vibrator until he attaches it to her finger. Her vision becomes a bit clearer, and she notes Michael getting down to join them on her other side. Without asking he reaches around her to unbutton her shirt, letting it hang open so her body is in full view, all cum-splattered tits and soaked pussy and swollen clit just aching to be touched. And on either side of her is a handsome, naked man who will do just that. 

Michael's the one to switch on the vibrator, but Colin moves it to her clit. Pen jolts at the sudden stimulation, because Michael's turned it all the way up this time, but Colin doesn't let her move it away.

“This thing's amazing,” Michael declares. “C'mon, Penelope, you've got to come for us when you look like that—”

“Please,” she sobs, “I need—”

“What do you need, sweetheart?”

“Touch me,” she begs to them both.

“Where?” Michael asks.

“Anywhere,” Pen says, and that's Colin's cue to cup her breasts and start teasing and pinching her nipples, and Michael's to stroke her thighs and start finger fucking her in earnest. “Fuck—”

“Love it when you bounce like this, sweetheart,” Colin says, “especially when you're on my cock—”

“I want you both to take me again,” she says breathlessly, “both of you together, so you can both flood my pussy with your—oh my God!”

The vibrator is going relentlessly and Colin's taken one hand off her breast to hold Penelope's firmly in place, the vibrator taking her over the edge of her orgasm as Michael fucks her through it with his fingers. 

“That's it,” Michael murmurs, “come for us again, Penelope, Col said you could go hours with this thing—”

It's too much, and Penelope knows she's on the verge of squirting again if she just lifts her hips a little so Michael can reach her g-spot—the pleasure is sharp now, razor sharp and almost painful, enough for her eyes to briefly roll back and for Colin's grip on her wrist to slacken. As she falls back onto Colin, though, it's the perfect angle for Michael to thrust into her more firmly with his thick fingers, curling them inside her so she starts gushing over him, covering his hand with her squirt as she hits another climax. She barely realises she's screaming until her throat starts to feel raw and her vision whites out for a second, and when it returns she takes in the sight of herself in the mirror, naked save for the shirt hanging on her frame, dried cum on her face, on her neck, on her tits, the rug an utter mess underneath her. 

And the most spent, satisfied smile spreads on her face. 

*

She cleans herself a bit in the bathroom, leaving the shirt on—she does relish the feeling of wearing Colin's clothes, even if they're a bit stained now (which, she thinks with a grin, is entirely his fault). When she returns to the living room, she finds the mirror's not there and neither are Colin or Michael, so she heads for the bedroom instead. Sure enough, they're there on the bed, Michael leaning in to kiss Colin on the lips. Pen stands at the doorway, watching with a smile, one that widens when Colin pulls away and smiles sheepishly at Penelope.

“Well, don't stop on my account,” Pen says playfully.

“We were just saying,” Michael says, patting the space on the bed between them, and Pen sits next to him, eyeing him quizzically.

“Yeah?”

Only now, for some reason, Michael flushes—something Pen didn't think him capable of doing, really. She finds it kind of endearing that Michael Stirling, the man who fucked her almost into oblivion several times just today, is feeling shy about something.

Colin's the one to speak in the end. “What you said about wanting both of us—”

“You don't think you'd both fit?” Pen asks. 

“It would be tight,” Michael says, and they managed a few seconds of silence before they all burst out laughing. 

“That's kind of the point,” Penelope points out after she recovers. “And there's lube.”

“But—”

“Look, if you don't want to—”

“I definitely do,” Colin interrupts.

“I really want to,” Michael confesses, and he's looking at Penelope when he says it. “But—”

“Me and Colin have this one toy,” Pen says, “that's pretty big. It's like a rabbit but thicker. Probably my favourite, to be honest. He's fucked me with the toy inside a fair few times. I love it so much.”

“And there's that dildo we both like,” Colin adds helpfully, and Penelope grins. 

“Yeah, fuck, I forgot about that. And yes, Michael, you're a bit—well, a lot bigger than those.” She says this admiringly, unable to resist stroking the growing bulge in Michael's boxers as she does so, making him groan. “But I think it could be great.”

“You think?” Michael asks, but he looks convinced. Pen is only half sure this could work—she knows the shit that happens in pornos doesn't always work in real life, but she's always wanted to have a go.

"Are you kidding me? Getting to have my pussy stuffed by you both? That's a dream for me."

"And obviously for me," Colin adds. 

Then Michael glances between Colin and Pen. His mind's made up. “How d'you want me?”

Pen's already getting wetter from the prospect of this—she’s had the privilege of sucking two cocks at the same time, and being fucked deep in the arse and pussy in a way that made her feel so satisfyingly full from it. And when Colin's relentlessly pounded into her while she's had her favourite toy inside—they’ve been some of the most toe-curling orgasms of her life. So this will be fun.

She gets Michael to lie back on the bed. He and Colin both had put their boxers back on, so Penelope enjoys watching Colin take them off, revealing Michael's girthy, erect cock, curved a little towards his stomach. Colin fists his friend's erection a few times before glancing at his girlfriend. It's impossible for her to resist crawling onto him on the bed, kissing the tip of his cock, then licking it, then placing one more lingering, open mouthed kiss on the head just for luck. Colin hands her the lube, which she squirts generously onto her hand before palming Michael's cock, spreading the lubricant on him from base to tip and back again.

“Easy, babe,” Michael says as he hisses from the smooth strokes of her hand. “Don't want me to blow my load before we even get this thing going.”

Penelope laughs. “Fair,” she concedes, and she clambers onto him, straddling his waist. It takes a little bit of easing and adjusting before she's able to line herself up and start sinking down on his cock, but thankfully the lube aids this and she sheaths herself around him with a loud squelch. For good measure she lifts herself up and sinks back down, moaning in approval. 

“I bet you feel so good, Pen,” Colin whispers in her ear, and she can hear him slathering lube on himself, wishing she could turn enough to catch sight of his beautiful cock before he enters her. She tells him as much and he chuckles. “You say that like you haven't had me all the way down your throat a few times today, sweetheart.”

“It's never enough,” she tells him, and she means it. “Can't wait until I'm stuffed full of you, Colin.”

She returns her gaze to Michael, who's watching their conversation with the kind of endearing smile that Pen recognises now, from way before the three of them fell into this arrangement. When Michael would walk in on them kissing in the kitchen, or arguing about what to watch on Netflix, or even after making them breakfast just because. She's reminded again that they need to seriously talk so she knows what's going on with him—but not now. Not when she's slowly rolling her hips to take Michael deeper inside her, surely making him lose his mind in the process. Not when she can feel her boyfriend notching his cock at her entrance, about to penetrate her where she's already filled.

“You ready?” Colin murmurs. Michael lets out a grunt of assent; Pen nods, and slowly Colin slides in, his cock slippery with lube. “Lift up your hips for me, sweetheart. Just a little, so I can—that’s perfect, Pen. Good girl.”

It's glorious—like when they've used the vibrator or dildo but so much better because Pen can feel Michael trembling beneath her, trying not to move, stroking her face and her breasts and burying his face between her tits to groan into her cleavage. She's so full, deliciously stretched open way beyond what she thought was possible—she’s impaled on Michael's long, thick cock, unable to move from where Colin's stuffed her—

“Colin,” she moans, “fuck, Colin—”

“You're so fucking tight, Pen,” her boyfriend groans, “so perfect. Does it feel good, sweetheart?”

“So good,” Penelope gasps. “So good, can't believe I have you both inside me—so thick and deep—”

“I'm gonna move now, okay, darling? Michael, stay still just while I try this out.”

Michael murmurs in assent into Pen’s tits, and Penelope cries out as Colin fucks into her, her pussy spasming violently after only a few thrusts. She screams through her climax, barely hearing Colin until she starts to come down, realising Colin's held back and Michael's gripping her hips tightly to keep them from bucking too much.

“You came so quick, sweetheart, that must be a record,” Colin grunts as he continues to pound into her. “Gonna see how many more of these we can get out of you—want me to slow down?”

“No!” she shouts, “please, don't stop, don't ever stop, Colin—”

“So greedy, aren't you, my darling? Michael, you wanna move this time?”

“Yeah, can't let you have all the fun, Col,” Michael teases, and Penelope gasps as he rolls his hips upwards. “D'you think you can come for us before we fill you up, babe?”

“I can feel you so deep,” she tells him, “love how good you fuck me, Michael, please—”

Michael can't move as much as Colin, not from his position, but still, as she rides him, she's close to another orgasm. Colin urges her on, tugging at her hair so their lips meet briefly for a kiss. “Come on, sweetheart, you can come for Michael, can't you?”

“Both of you,” she answers, just as Colin shoves at her hips to impale her even more onto Michael's cock. “I—fuck, fuck, please, Colin, do that again.”

He laughs and is only too happy to oblige. “It's like when I get you to take more of his cock in your throat, isn't it, sweetheart? You're so good at that, you take him so well, you deserve to come like this for us, you deserve to have your mouth full of our cum, don't you? To be fucked by us in your lovely little pussy?”

“I love it so much,” she gasps. “Please—”

“C'mon, babe, almost there—”

She wails as she reaches her peak, as Michael's cock hits somewhere deep, deep in her pussy again and again and again in exactly the right way. Pen is still on that high, riding Michael in earnest when Colin starts thrusting again in her, and she cries out as she's forced onto all fours, still fully seated on Michael achingly hard cock.

“That's it, sweetheart, my turn to give you my cum, all right? You want it, don't you, for your pretty little pussy to be filled up like that? You're gonna thank me for it, aren't you, darling?”

“Y-yes,” she sobs, “please, Colin—”

She's going to be so sore but it's worth the pounding she's taking, and besides, his dirty talk combined with Michael's encouragement might push her into another orgasm.

“There you go, Penelope, look how well you're taking him—”

“Good girl, Pen, there's my good girl—”

Finally Colin explodes inside her, flooding her with hot cum, and she's gasping, moaning at how wonderful it feels being this soaked, in knowing that all of his sticky release now coating her thighs and her pussy is all for her. All because of her. 

“There you go, darling, now d'you want to give Michael his turn?”

Colin withdraws from her and she turns around so she can face him. “Not before I thank you,” she says breathlessly. “You filled me up just like you said. Thank you, darling, I love you.”

He beams at her and kisses her hungrily and she's so close to coming again it's getting a bit ridiculous—but she'll never say no to another orgasm from either of her boys. Still, she pulls away from Colin to face Michael again.

“I don't think I can ride you anymore,” she says to Michael ruefully. “Can you just—”

Michael grins and flips them over with such little effort she may as well not have asked, not breaking the connection between their bodies for a second. “God, fucking you when you're so full of cum is amazing,” he tells her. “You feel so damn good, Penelope.”

“This is why I love date night,” she tells him dreamily as he pounds into her with almost as much force as Colin did. “I get to be—fed—so—well.”

Each word is punctuated with another thrust, but then she starts to cry out in protest when Michael pauses, just enough for Colin to adjust them so Pen's leg is angled upwards and over Michael's shoulder. She gasps as Michael fucks her even deeper.

“There you go,” Colin says softly as he watches, “love watching you be bent in half like this, Pen.”

“I love getting to do this for you,” she replies, letting out a keen as Michael withdraws almost completely and then fucks into her hard, starting a punishing pace. “Love getting it this rough.”

“You want it harder, Pen? Fuck her harder, Michael.”

"Please!" she begs.

“That's it, babe,” Michael encourages, “look at you, spreading yourself open for me like this.”

She looks sideways and realises she can see herself in the mirror again, and it's as he spears her again with his cock that she comes suddenly, her pussy walls clenching around Michael's gloriously thick cock fucking her deep. He comes inside her, flooding her already full pussy with more cum, her tightening walls milking him for every drop of it so her thighs are an absolute fucking mess when he finally withdraws from her. And then she shudders because Colin doesn't let her come down slowly. Immediately Colin starts playing with the cum on her thighs, fucking into her a few times before gathering it on his fingers and shoving them in her mouth, feeding it to her. She parts her lips obediently, laps it up willingly, hungrily, moaning as Michael gets the same idea and offers her three of his fingers covered in cum. 

“There you go. Still hungry for us, aren't you, darling?”

“Always,” she says through a mouthful of cum, licking her lips and grabbing Colin's wrist, making sure to lick the remnants from his thumb. She keens though when Michael brushes his finger briefly against her clit, before gathering up enough combined cum to coat his entire palm. Colin holds Michael's hand to Pen’s mouth and she licks obediently, starting with his palm, then sucking each of his fingers. She loves how thick his fingers are, how good they feel in her mouth, how she licks his palm clean until his skin shines with her saliva. 

“Good girl,” Colin praises. “Look at you, swallowing every drop of our cum like you enjoy it—”

“I do,” she tells him, “so fucking much.” Truth be told, it's the act of it more than the taste, though she's more than partial to that too—she’s a cumslut, pure and simple. Colin calls her that sometimes and she adores it. But she also loves the submission of it, of being fed a cock or the release of it, of being able to take a wonderfully rough fucking, whether in her pussy or her throat or her arse. She never would have thought she would enjoy this, or the vague sense of degradation of it all, yet it turns her on so very intensely and she finds herself begging for more—even as she swallows and finds that all she can taste on her tongue is cum. “You keep me fed so well, both of you do, I get to swallow you down all the time and I love it so much.”

“You want more, my darling?”

“More,” she says greedily, gasping as Colin thrusts three of his fingers inside her and shoves them and her own creamy filling into her mouth. 

“There you go. Maybe I can clean you up,” Colin says, “while you let Michael come in your mouth? Just one more time, Pen?”

She nods shakily. She's pretty sure she's orgasmed out, but she'll do this for Colin. She'll do anything for him.

As they rearrange themselves Michael seems to understand that deepthroating is out of the question at this point in the night—besides, the way she's angled they wouldn't be able to do that anyway. Colin puts her thighs over his shoulders and looks up at her, where she's using both hands to wrap around Michael's cock. 

“You're gonna go slow, okay, sweetheart? Take your time with him.”

“Like this, Colin?” she asks, kissing the mushroom tip of Michael's cock, taking the time to slowly lave her tongue on his balls. 

“Just like that, darling,” Colin says, nodding. “Good girl.”

“Fuck, that's good, babe,” Michael gasps, as Penelope continues to gently suck on his balls while slowly stroking his throbbing cock. Colin is busy kissing the insides of her thighs, licking at them.

“Can't believe I had you and Colin inside me at the same time,” Penelope confesses. “When you're this big?”

“I thought you said you liked that?”

“Oh, I do,” she says with a grin. “I like your cock a lot, Michael.”

“Wanna show me how much, babe?”

She bucks her hips up, though, at that moment, as Colin licks a long, hot stripe up her pussy, without any warning. “Fuck,” Penelope mutters, angling her hips up a little—but it makes no difference. Colin doesn't move.

“Put your mouth on him, sweetheart, and I'll give you what you want.”

The commanding tone from her boyfriend goes straight to her pussy, flooding her with arousal that feels almost painful as she does as she's told, keeping both her hands on Michael's cock, sucking on his sensitive head. Then she licks several times at the underside of his cock, moaning as she takes about half of him into her mouth because Colin has finally resumed his ministrations, licking into her steadily. She knows now that he's not going to stop at one more orgasm, that it will probably be two, because he's avoiding her clit for now, instead lavishing her sore pussy which is extra sensitive as he spreads her pussy lips apart with his fingers. 

Her blow job technique is basically fucked at this angle, but Michael seems to be enjoying it nonetheless, his precum leaking onto her tongue, his hand tangling through her hair. 

“God, babe, can't believe how many times you've made me come tonight—no, I want you to keep your lips on my cock, don't take them off until I've come in your mouth. Don't swallow, either, okay, not straightaway. Fuck, that's good, yeah, keep on doing that, let me bring your head a bit closer—”

He pulls her a little closer and she starts bobbing her head back and forth, making his cock glisten with her spit. She continues to play with his balls, stroking them, shaking all the while because she's so fucking close to her orgasm but Colin won't tip her over the edge just yet. She wants to urge him on but she can't take her mouth off Michael's cock, not until he comes and even then she can't speak because Michael told her not to swallow. Her eyes are watering again and this time it's mostly from how close to orgasm she feels—so with renewed effort she sucks harder on Michael, lavishing attention to his cock, letting him fuck her throat for a few moments and honestly a bit distracted by how amazing that feels until she remembers he has to come in her mouth. She coaxes him over the finish line and he spills in her mouth, murmuring praise to her as she does so.

Penelope collapses on her back, spent even though she hasn't climaxed yet, her mouth full of cum, and Colin takes that as his cue to start fucking her in earnest with his fingers, now sucking at her clit at the same time. She clamps her hand over her mouth, tears in her eyes as she comes hard, clenching around her boyfriend’s fingers.

“That's it, sweetheart, look at you. You did so good. D'you want to open your mouth for me, Pen? Let me see—fuck, you kept all of Michael's cum for me? What a good girl. D'you want me to finish in there too?”

She nods desperately, but she can't move, not for the life of her. Michael's holding her hand, Pen is vaguely aware, but this right here is all about her and Colin. She's relieved when Colin clambers onto her, his knees on either side of her shoulders, positioning his cock at her lips.

“You okay with this, sweetheart?”

In answer she opens his mouth for him, and even in the haze of exhaustion there's pleasure too, in feeling cum trickling down her cheeks as Colin's cock displaces it, and also the warm wetness of cum sloshing down her throat just before his cock fills it. Michael praises her for it, telling her how gorgeous she looks, and Colin agrees—they both muse how it would have been good to take a picture or ten.

Colin ends up doing most of the work, fucking her throat, thrusting in and out of her mouth and all she has to do is breathe through her nose and fight to keep her eyes open as he feeds her inch after inch of his cock until he's firmly in her throat, her nose brushes against the wiry hairs of his pubis. All the while she squeezes Michael's hand as his other squeezes Colin's. She swallows around his cock, loving how this makes him fuck her harder, and she can see everything from the mirror, how Colin's using her in the way she loves the most, until finally he comes with a groan in her mouth, dragging his half-hard cock on her lips to smear more cum on her face, emptying his release on her jaw to give her the best fucking facial of her life.

Her eyes are glazed at this point. “There you go,” Colin says lovingly. “What a pretty picture you make, darling. Turn around so you can see yourself in the mirror.”

She does just that, turning on her side, and her eyes widen at the sight before her—of her completely naked with cum-splattered lips, chin, jaw, neck and tits. She looks utterly shameless like this, sloppy and like she's just been fucked to within an inch of her life—which she has. And she loves it.

“I love you,” Penelope breathes to Colin, her words coming out a little garbled as she gulps down the combined spend of her boyfriend and his roommate. “God, I love you.”

“I think you're done this time, though, aren't you, Penelope?” Michael asks.

She grins back. “Yeah, for tonight, at least. But tomorrow's fair game.”

“Let's get cleaned up, then, sweetheart.”

“Maybe in a bit,” Pen says a little apologetically to Colin. “Once my legs aren't jelly anymore?”

“You want a cuddle in the meantime, sweetheart?” Colin asks gently.

Pen nods. “Please.” She's still holding Michael's hand, and she tugs on it when he tries to get up. “Both of you?”

“‘Course, Penelope.”

She smiles, lets herself drift off as her boys embrace her, their soft voices fading as she floats down from the high they've given her all night. 

*

The next morning, Penelope wakes up sore. She also realises that her pussy is full of cum and her boyfriend's cock.

It takes a second for her to adjust in the midst of her sleepiness, the warmth of Michael in front of her and Colin behind her, her arms wrapped around Michael's bare waist. It takes a few more for her to fully realise she has woken to Colin being inside her already—possibly because he's softened inside her, but there is no mistaking his girth, the sheer size of him, the soft squelch as she lifts her hips slightly and can tell she's full of his release. She sighs happily; she loves it when he does this, the times when he'll use her pussy like this even in sleep. When she wakes already flooded with his cum, just like this, when he's half hard inside her, when she feels the burn of her walls stretching to accommodate him—it turns her on like nothing else.

She tries not to groan too loudly, not wanting to wake her bedmates, who are both sleeping soundly. Settling onto Colin's softened cock, Pen takes in and inhales the scent of her boyfriend, before more firmly wrapping her arms around Michael, whose back is to her. Her hands drift down a little, humming quietly in approval as her palms collide with his morning wood. Slowly, carefully, she strokes him from behind as best she can, her hands closing around the base of his cock, delighting in how he grows in the very palms of her hands—as responsive as Colin in sleep. She'd love to wake Michael with a blow job, but it's hard at this angle, and there's no way she's going to let Colin slip out of her.

So she continues to palm Michael from behind, enjoying the moans she coaxes out of him in sleep, and all the while, her own pussy is already flooded but is now further drenched with her own juices. She can't help kissing the back of Michael's neck as she does so, her lips catching on his ear, and it's probably when she squeezes him quite vigorously that he jolts awake. Penelope doesn't stop, just resumes her gentle ministrations.

“This is nice to wake up to,” Michael murmurs. His hand covers her wrist, though, stopping her, and she wonders if she's gone too far when he quickly turns around so he's facing her. She reaches down just a little tentatively, continuing to stroke him. “Morning, Penelope.”

“Morning,” she says quietly. “You all right?”

“I should be asking you that,” he counters. “We went pretty hard last night.”

She shrugs. “Pretty normal for date night,” Pen tells him. “Colin usually takes me into the wee hours of the morning, keeps me all filled up the way I want.” For a moment she sighs happily—as if Colin's heard her while she shifts her hips, she realises his cock is hardening inside her, from how his spend is trickling down her thigh. She realises Michael's noticed, from how his eyes darken when they travel downwards.

“That's kinda hot,” he mutters, possibly without thinking, and it makes her laugh. 

“I notice you didn't answer my question, though,” she points out, and she only now realises that she's stopped jerking him off. Her hands are still on his cock, though, where she can feel the gentle throb of him under her palms. “You—seem elsewhere.”

Now Michael sighs, and she can't blame him. Whatever is going on with him, it seems to be eating him up. “Just had a lot on my mind, I guess. Date night was a nice distraction, actually.”

Penelope nods. “We figured as much.”

“‘We’? You and Colin?”

“He loves you,” Pen tells him gently. It surprises her when she says it aloud, but it is true. She knows it as surely as what she says next. “We both do. And we know when something's up. Just tell me what it is.”

If Michael's taken aback by her admission, Penelope barely catches it because he then shakes his head. “It's… a couple things. I—I was given a promotion at work, for one.”

“Aren't you happy about it?” Pen asks. “I was gonna say congrats, but—”

“It's in Scotland,” he interrupts. “Aberdeen, actually. Not too far from where I grew up. And they want me to move, like, yesterday.”

The implication of what this means hangs between them. Him leaving. And whatever will remain of this… relationship between the three of them.

“Okay,” she says gently. “Congrats anyway. Promotions are hard to come by in this economy and I know how hard you work.”

Michael smiles. “Thanks, babe.”

“What's the other thing?”

And this time Michael sighs more heavily, turning away from Penelope. She nevertheless embraces him from behind, her arms winding around his bare waist. 

Thankfully it's easier for him to speak with his back to her. “I got a letter from the House of Lords,” he murmurs. “I… I know I haven't said much to you about John before last night.”

“You don't have to,” Pen offers. “I know it's probably really difficult for you.”

“It is,” Michael agrees. “But this—this is different. See, his dad and my dad were brothers. Only his dad didn't have much to do with him when he was a kid. Was in and out of his life a lot, mostly out. He kinda resurfaced a bit when John died, and he passed himself a few weeks ago.”

“I'm sorry.” It feels inadequate just saying that, but she doesn't know what else to say.

“It's all right.” He says this more easily, which makes her feel a bit better. “I was never close to him. He was awful after my own dad died when I was just a kid, so I didn't go to my uncle’s funeral or anything. What I didn't know, what no one told me, is that he was actually an earl, or something.”

“An earl?” Penelope repeats. “Like—one of those old-timey stuffy guys in Parliament?”

“Well, yeah. Only—now he's dead, he didn't have a will, and his own son is long gone, so… his title and lands pass to me.”

“Wow. That's… a lot.”

“He had a fucking castle, Penelope. Called Kilmartin. It's such a trip. And… I don't know what the fuck to do. If I should accept it—if I should sell, make the castle a hotel or tourist attraction, reject the title, God knows what the fuck else. I feel like John would know exactly what to do. He was the smart one. And it's like... I shouldn't be doing any of this without him. It's not right. Especially when I don't know where the fuck I should even start.”

“Neither do I,” she confesses. “But I wish you would have told Colin sooner, at least.”

“I wanted to tell you both about it,” Michael admits. “Just… wasn't sure when the right time was.”

“You're gonna take the job, at least, aren't you?”

She hears rather than sees his smile as he takes her hand in his and moves it down to grasp at his cock. “I think you were in the middle of something before I interrupted you with all this talking.”

“Michael…”

He turns around now, though, and Penelope can't help but lift her hand to his cheek, to caress his jaw. Michael kisses her rather sweetly, all things considered. 

“How about after you finish what you started with me… I make you and Colin breakfast and we can talk about it?”

“Promise?”

“I promise,” he says, and Penelope smiles, kissing him back as she resumes jerking him off, picking up where she left off, glad when her ministrations elicit a groan from his lips as she kisses them. It's then that she realises Colin is stirring behind her, his cock twitching inside her. Penelope moans happily as she senses her boyfriend waking up, from the wet sounds of him gently thrusting in her cum-filled pussy.

She mewls when Michael reaches forward, finding her clit with his fingers, spreading her open so he can rub the blunt head of his cock on where she's swollen and pulsating and so fucking sensitive. “Do that again,” she says breathlessly, and both her boys repeat their motions—Michael grinds his cock onto her clit, and Colin fucks her from behind, playing with her tits as he does so. “Oh my God, Colin—”

“You said you wanted to wake up all filled up, didn't you, darling?” Colin's voice is gravelly with sleep, deliciously rough just like how he's thrusting into her, and each time he spears her with his gorgeous cock she can hear the squelch of his cum. “Aren't you going to thank me?”

“Thank you,” she sobs, “thank you, I love you, Colin—”

“She woke me up with her hands all over my cock, too,” Michael adds, continuing to attack her clit with his swollen, thick cock, keeping her hand fisted around it. “Can't believe you get to wake up every day to her like this, Col. She's so good to you.”

“I'm so damn lucky,” Colin grunts as she cries out, “never had anyone so good to me before.”

Michael ends up coming all over his stomach, at the same time as Colin and Pen, who climax in tandem, Pen with a scream as her pussy squeezes her boyfriend's cock for every last drop of cum, Colin with his mouth bruising the back of Pen's neck as he breathes heavily from his release. Penelope sighs, spent, leaning back against Colin, admiring the sight of Michael with cum splattered on his abdomen.

“You hungry, babe?” Michael asks, swiping his finger through the mess on his stomach and offering it to her. She grabs his wrist and sucks eagerly on his finger. 

“Starving,” she tells him breathlessly.

“Be a good girl and eat up for us, then, darling,” Colin whispers in her ear, and she lets out a moan of delight. Yes, there would be a serious conversation after she's done, but for now, her boys are busy keeping her well and truly fed.

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A couple weeks later, Penelope finds herself back in front of the mirror, which has been moved yet again in her bedroom. This time it's closer to the door, so it's the first thing you see when you walk in.

“So,” Penelope says as she tries to survey herself in the mirror, “how do I look, Michael?”

She's bent over, wrists and ankles cuffed to the spreader bar Michael helped her into, wearing nothing but heels and her favourite sheer lacy bra and matching crotchless panties with a cutout in the back, all which leave precisely nothing to the imagination. Her lips are stained red, her eyes smoky, cheeks flushed with the sheer arousal that courses through her body as she takes in her position. Penelope can move a little, but she’s forced forward in this position, baring her pussy easy access. Her arse is split open with a dildo, one on the larger side, for him or Michael to use as they please. She loves being tied up like this, whether or not she's Colin's birthday present.

“You look sexy, but it's not like you need me to tell you that,” Michael says with a grin. She laughs—considering how he's taken her a few times today, she knows it too. “Just like you don't need me to tell you that Colin's gonna go crazy when he sees you.” 

“D'you think he liked the presents we sent him?” Penelope asks. She'd requested Michael's help now he was off work until the end of the week, asking him to photograph and film her in various positions in increasing states of undress. Her favourite was probably the one of her with her wrists tied above her head, one of Colin's ties in her mouth, gagging her while a thick dildo split her pussy open between her legs. There were some tamer ones of her in pretty lingerie, all lace and see through negligees, and some racier ones including some videos of Penelope getting herself off in front of the mirror with her favourite clitoral suction toy, and a couple with her being fucked by Michael in various positions, all for Colin's viewing pleasure—and he had sent her increasingly frantic texts about all the things he'd do once he was home. 

“I think he's really grateful today's his last day so he can't really be fired,” Michael says, and they both laugh. “Just a shame he has to work on his birthday.”

“We're gonna do all the work,” she says firmly.

Then he hesitates. “You sure you want me in on this?”

“Yeah,” Penelope says breathlessly. “Got to get a last hurrah with the three of us before we go away, right?” She smiles only a little sadly. “We'll miss you. Both of us.”

Penelope and Colin have decided to go travelling for a year, just the two of them, as their lease is due to end imminently and they felt spontaneous. Colin's always wanted to travel and Pen loves the idea of accompanying him so she can write and not have to worry about work—plus, Colin's in a much better place with his family so feels fewer qualms about using his trust fund than previously. Both Penelope and Colin had offered for Michael to join them, but he had turned them down. 

Although Michael's decided to accept the promotion and move to Aberdeen, the business with the House of Lords is more complicated. Of all people, Michael Stirling is hardly an aristocrat, so the idea that he is now the Earl of Kilmartin still sounds so weird. He could renounce the title, but it's unclear if that would mean forfeiting the lands too, and whatever the promotion, he could do with the money. Thankfully, since Anthony's a lawyer and technically a viscount himself, Michael's got a friendly ear there. Talking it through with Colin helped immensely, but that doesn't mean Penelope isn't sad to see Michael leave or to be leaving him.

“Don't tell me you're getting soft on me, Penelope,” Michael drawls. “Your boyfriend might think you're sweet on me or something.”

“I've always been a little sweet on you, Michael.”

“You barely even liked me when we first met,” he reasons. 

“I liked you just fine,” Pen says, shaking her head. “I just also fancied the pants off of you and it confused me. I would have climbed you like a tree a lot fucking sooner if I knew Colin felt the same.”

Laughing, Michael kneels down and kisses her, just as they hear the bedroom door creak, opening to reveal Colin. Penelope meets her boyfriend's eyes through the mirror, enjoying how they widen at the sight of her.

“Hey, love,” she calls. “Happy birthday.”

“Pen, sweetheart,” he calls back as he throws down his bag, “you might just be the death of me, you know.”

“Sorry,” Pen says, grinning and looking not sorry at all as she hoiks up her arse a little higher into the air—the perfect height for him to spank her if he wants, or to get right to it and fuck her. She knows what he's referring to—the video they took of Michael fucking Penelope as she was washing the dishes earlier today, with Penelope uttering filthy details about how Colin would do this all the time when Michael wasn't home as he thrusted into her, long and deep. They'd already agreed to Michael having full access to Penelope whenever Colin's away—so Michael's had his fill of her a few times today already. But something about recording it and sending it to her boyfriend has made Pen want to capture more of this in the future.

“You're lucky I can't be fired because that fucking video you sent me—”

“There's a lot more where that came from, Col,” Michael tells him. “Little gift from your beautiful girlfriend.”

“He took me by surprise a few times,” Pen says. “Bent me over his desk mid-shoot… I'm so glad we used the tripod for that one.”

“You just looked so good, babe,” Michael complains, but he's not complaining at all. “I had to have you.”

Colin groans. “See what I mean? So naughty but such a good girl.”

“She really is,” Michael agrees. 

“Okay, okay, enough about me. Michael, you wanna go and undress the birthday boy?” Penelope asks, and Michael nods, greeting Colin with a kiss. Penelope sighs, only slightly envious and only then because she wants to kiss her boyfriend herself. 

“You look beautiful, sweetheart,” Colin says, his eyes fixed on hers as he lets Michael kiss his neck. “All spread out and ready for me, huh?”

“Always,” she vows, and she doesn't care that her back is starting to ache holding this position when Colin is gazing at her like that with such hunger. “Michael tied me up this time, but I think we should do this more often. So you can just take me when you want.”

“You'd love that, wouldn't you, darling?” Colin coos as Michael lifts his t-shirt over his head.

“Fuck, I really would,” Penelope agrees with a soft groan. “Can't wait for you to fuck me like this, Colin. So I can feel you lovely and deep inside me. Wish I could touch myself right now.”

“Don't worry, darling,” Colin says, letting Michael tug off his trousers and boxer briefs. “I'll take care of you.”

“It's your birthday,” Michael says, and it's only now that Colin tears his eyes away from his girlfriend to face his roommate. “We're the ones taking care of you.”

“I'm gonna miss you,” Colin whispers, his hand on Michael's cheek. “Really gonna miss you, Michael.”

Michael shakes his head and kisses him. “Pretty sure they'll have pancakes in Albania, Col. Now, come on. Penelope's been waiting patiently.”

“What about you, though, Michael?” Penelope asks.

But Michael turns towards Colin with that wonderful, slightly lopsided smile of his. “Birthday boy gets to decide. Roommate privileges.”

Something wicked and dark and gorgeous flashes in Colin's eyes as he takes in the sight of Penelope again, bent over and waiting for him.

“There's a wand in the second drawer over there, Michael,” Colin says in his gravelly voice. “Grab it and get it ready for me, will you?”

“‘Course, Col.”

Penelope inhales sharply, trying to contain her moan. “Colin—” 

“D'you think you can take it, sweetheart?” Colin asks as he positions himself, placing his hands on her hips. Then his eyes widen, and Penelope smiles—he must have caught sight of the dildo in her arse. She has plans of her own with her birthday boy, plans that involve her being stuffed full all night.

“I can take it,” she says, surprisingly steadily. “I can take anything for you.”

“Good girl,” Colin murmurs approvingly, his hands squeezing her arse cheeks. “Don't know what I did to ever deserve this, you know. All dressed up for me, bent over so I can see your pretty pussy dripping for me like this.”

“Colin,” she whines.

“I haven't even touched you yet and you look like you're ready to come.”

“I will with that wand,” Penelope says, eyeing it longingly in Michael's hands. She's had such intense orgasms from this particular toy and her heart is already hammering in anticipation—and without warning she feels Colin slide into her, knocking all the breath out of her body as he presses into her more deeply from behind, until he bottoms out. “Oh my god—”

“So tight, sweetheart,” Colin mutters in her ear, moaning filthily as his hungry eyes meet hers in the mirror. “The heels stay on, okay, Pen? Those panties of hers, Michael, pull them down or rip them off, will you?”

“Michael!” she tries to admonish as he rips off her panties.

“It is my birthday, isn't it?” Colin says teasingly.

“It is,” she relents. Besides, the panties are the type that end up ripped off every time anyway. She breathes deeply, taking in the feeling of her arse being full of the dildo, and her pussy stuffed with cock. “You can have me any way you want, Colin.”

“Pretty sure I already do,” Colin murmurs as he unhooks her bra and lets it fall to the floor.

“You do, I'm yours,” she agrees, gasping as he thrusts into her, slow and deep. She's helpless like this, squirming, her legs forced apart, her hands bound, watching him fuck her in the mirror, his cock disappearing inside her. But she's not lying. Whenever he wants her, she's his. They've always been like that, ever since they got together.

“But there's only one day in the year when you tell me you're my present, isn't it, darling?”

“I did get you an actual present,” Pen tries to say but Colin meets her eyes via the mirror and shakes his head.

“Shhh, my darling. You'll do nicely as my present. I'm so fucking lucky I get to have you like this.”

Michael switches the wand on, starting it on a moderate setting, holding Penelope steady as Colin starts a faster rhythm. Penelope wails, bucking her hips, sure she'll fall to her knees from the force of pleasure on her clit and the sheer feeling of fullness every time her boyfriend impales her with his cock. 

“You're gonna come for me, aren't you, sweetheart? And then I'm gonna play a bit with this dildo in your arse while you're bent over for me just like that. God, you should see yourself—you can see yourself in the mirror, right, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” she utters desperately, “I can see you fucking me, love how deep I can feel you—”

“Michael, turn the wand up, put it right on her clit, I want to hear my beautiful girlfriend scream.”

So Michael does just that, and a scream indeed rips from Penelope's throat the second he does. The pleasure she feels is sharp and she's sure the next orgasm will have her squirting. She comes violently, her pussy walls squeezing around Colin's cock, just as he spills inside her, coating her walls with his spend. He stays inside her for a moment, and Penelope whines softly as he withdraws from her. But then he immediately starts playing with the dildo, experimenting with it a bit—it’s a new toy, and she's never had anything so large inside her arse before. It had taken a lot of coaxing and lube to get it in, get her stretched open and ready for it so she could take Michael's cock or Colin's, whatever he wanted. 

For now though, Colin pushes the dildo in a bit, making Penelope gasp—pleasure edged with pain, and he does it again, pulling it back and pushing it in. “How does that feel, sweetheart?”

“So good,” she answers, and she screams as Michael puts the wand back on her clit again, Colin having guided his hand there. 

“Wanna get you to come again, Pen,” Colin says from behind her, “d'you think you can?”

“I can take it,” Penelope says only a little shakily, and in the mirror she can see Colin beaming.

“That's my good girl.”

The wand presses onto her again, Michael taking pity on her just a little as the wand moves down to trace her pussy lips with it, making Penelope wobble on her heels. She's almost at her orgasm when—

Michael moves the wand away. She's about to start sobbing when she sees Colin's hand covering his, realising Colin's stopped it. 

“I'll let you come when Michael's come in your mouth, okay, sweetheart?”

She nods to him in the mirror, unable to speak, so it's just as well when Michael puts down the wand to pull down his pants and take them off, letting his cock spring free. With Penelope's hands occupied and her being forced forward in this position, it takes a bit for her to lift her head up and part her lips, enough to taste him.

“That's okay, sweetheart, I'll help you,” Colin says, and via the mirror Penelope can see him gather her hair in his hand, a fistful of it anyway. By the hair he yanks her forward on Michael's cock, so she's gasping and gagging a little, trying to tamp down the pleasure of it because she can't come just yet, not until Michael's come in her mouth. Her pussy clenches down around nothing helplessly as Colin controls her movements, her head bobbing back and forth around Michael's cock, following every tug of her hair. “Does that feel nice, sweetheart? Do you wanna come?”

He pulls her off him and she licks her lips and tries to stop herself from drooling. “I wanna come,” she says, “please let me come.”

“You get to come after I do, Penelope,” Michael says, and she takes that as her cue to put her mouth on him again. “Come on, you're doing so good. Remember when we filmed this, you giving me head under the kitchen table today? How we set up the camera so Colin can watch it back—the way you swallow me down every time without me having to ever ask—God, yes, that's good, Penelope, just let me go a bit deeper—yeah, right there, babe—”

“There's my good girl,” Colin says proudly as Michael comes in her mouth and she practically drinks him down noisily, messily, wishing she could wipe away the spit dribbling from her lips. “I'll let you come, darling, just—” Penelope mewls again, from how he presses the dildo into her a little deeper, then pulls it out and pushes it back in. Normally she can't come just from this, but she's already on the edge and it takes maybe the tenth thrust into her hole for her to come, tears dripping from her eyes from how long she's staved off this orgasm for. 

“Colin!” she screams, and she wishes desperately for her pussy to be filled so her walls have something to close around—but it doesn't matter, she's there, and her back is aching for sure now. Her boys seem to sense that, both of them murmuring soft words of encouragement as Michael unlocks the cuffs. The spreader bar stays on and the dildo stays in, keeping her arse feeling full and still stretched open, because she knows what she wants after this. 

“That's it, sweetheart, you came so good. Do you need a minute?”

“Just a minute,” she says, still trembling as Colin helps her to the bed. She reaches up to kiss him, unable to resist parting her lips so he can shove his tongue in her mouth. Their mouths meet messily, pretty sloppily on Pen's part, but Colin doesn't seem to care, humming approvingly as her hands remain clasped in his and his lips on hers get softer, more tender. 

“Hi,” he says when they finally pull apart, and she smiles and sighs.

“Hi,” Pen replies. “You wanna put the cuffs back on me, birthday boy?”

“How d'you want it, sweetheart?”

“Any way you want,” she says, and she means it. “It's your birthday. All I ask is—” But she pauses, biting her lip, her eyes flickering briefly to the camera on the tripod next to the mirror. Colin follows her line of sight and looks back at her with a grin. 

“You want us to record this?”

“Only if—”

“Michael, can you set that up? And d'you think the cuffs are good to attach to the bedframe?”

“Might be difficult when she's so tiny—but we can make that work.”

Penelope opens her mouth to argue, not because she objects to being tied up but because she isn't so tiny, only for Colin to kiss her again, cupping her breasts in his hands. His lips move downwards, his teeth sinking into her neck, bruising the hollow of her throat, her collarbone, until he's lavishing the creamy flesh of her breasts and grazing her nipples with his teeth. She arches her back and mewls as he continues to devour her with the kind of intensity that leaves her tits flushed red and swollen and kiss-bitten—she sees as much when she opens her eyes and catches sight of herself in the mirror. 

“Can't believe these perfect tits are all for me,” Colin murmurs, then chuckles slightly. “Well, me and Michael.”

“They're all for you," Pen promises. “I love you." 

It takes a bit to get her cuffed to the top of the bedframe of their four-poster, but it's worth it—they do it in such a way that Pen can’t wriggle free even if she wanted to, but she also is comfortable enough that her arms won't strain when tied above her head, and she can turn a bit. Most importantly, in this position, she can see herself in the mirror, and just adjacent to it is the tripod with the camera flashing as recording.

“Is that all good, babe?” Michael asks, and she nods. 

“It's great,” she tells him. “Told you. I love being tied up. Wanna do it all the time.” She moans as she feels Colin's hand wander down her hip and onto her arse cheek, brushing against the dildo still keeping her hole open.

“You've got such a big dildo in your beautiful arse, sweetheart, did you want me or Michael to fuck you there?”

Penelope smiles as she turns towards him, careful to not twist her bound wrists too much. “Birthday boy gets to choose,” she tells him, winking at Michael. “Boyfriend privileges.”

“You want both of us?” Colin asks.

“If you want it—”

“We’ve been teasing him all day with all those photos,” Michael reasons. “‘Course he wants it.”

“I want your cunt this time, darling,” Colin decides. “Wanna see your face when you come, okay?”

Michael positions himself behind Pen at Colin's request, after Colin pumps him a few times in front of the camera, slathering lube on Michael's cock. Colin kisses his roommate for good measure first, with Michael's cock still in his hand, and Penelope moans in tandem with Michael when Colin's kiss lasts longer than expected. Then with Michael behind her, he slowly removes the dildo as Colin gets on his knees to eat her out—and Penelope is going to lose her mind, she knows that much even before her boyfriend dives in and his roommate slides his lubed fingers into her arse.

“That okay, Penelope?”

“Y-yeah,” Penelope gasps. She keens and keens, and Colin's there with his face buried in her thighs, his hand on her breast as he licks into her pussy and Michael slowly works her open. She's helpless to do anything as they both pleasure her, her legs forced apart, her wrists bound, unable to do anything except submit to their touches, their caresses, the way she's being opened up to ready her to be fucked by them both.

“That's it, babe,” Michael murmurs as he fingers her hole a few times, “fuck, you're so tight.”

Colin surfaces from where he's mouthing at her clit, lips shiny with her slick, grinning. “Tell him how much you like it, Pen.”

“Love it,” Pen gasps, her eyes already a little glazed from the sheer pleasure of being caressed at both ends like this. She's so glad Michael's going so slowly—testing her tight ring of muscle with the blunt head of his cock, which feels beautifully large yet he manages to enter her about an inch at a time. By the time he's bottomed out, she's gasping for air, feels sure her legs will buckle from it. Michael stays still, holding her while Colin laves her clit with his tongue, going in circles until she's crying out.

“Colin,” she whimpers, “please, Colin—”

She needs his fingers, or better yet his cock, she needs to be filled because right now her pussy is clenching around nothing, on the very precipice of her orgasm. Colin's taking his time, though, eating her out while Michael's trying not to thrust, his hands vigorously massaging her tits as her breaths get shorter and shorter.

“Come for the birthday boy, Penelope,” Michael murmurs in her ear, “look at how he's eating you out like he's getting the best meal of his life while you've managed to get my cock up your tight arse—”

“Colin!”

“He's gonna fill your cunt when he's done, and then maybe he'll spill in your mouth so you can eat up his cum the way you love to, that's it, come for us, Penelope—”

Stars burst in Penelope’s vision as she comes with a strangled cry that rips from somewhere deep in her throat. She's still breathing heavily as Colin gets to his feet, unable to get any respite when he's beaming at her like this, just before he fucks into her, plunging into her pussy in one fluid motion that has him sheathed into her so completely that she feels complete like this and feels empty without him.

“I love you,” she professes to him, just as Michael starts thrusting into her and Colin does the same. She realises as she looks sideways at the mirror that she can see how her body is taking them both, how Colin withdraws almost completely only to slam his hips into her, reducing her to a sobbing, whimpering mess. 

“You gonna come for us again, Pen? And for the camera too?”

Penelope doesn't answer at first, she can't, not when she's sandwiched between her boys who are now on a pretty fast and rough rhythm, Colin going as deep as he can with his cock in quick strokes, Michael's thrusts more shallow.

“G-gonna come,” she promises finally, stammering a bit from the pounding she's taking, “gonna come for you, love, I promise, just don't stop, please please please don't stop—”

“I love it when she begs like this,” Michael says, grunting as he fucks her harder, “love how needy she is—”

“She's fucking amazing,” Colin declares, “perfect cunt for my cock and yours, love her so fucking much when she's gagging for it, I love you best when you let us take you like this, sweetheart—”

“She's squeezing me so tight, Col—”

“Please!”

She orgasms embarrassingly quickly, squirting hard and dripping down her thighs, and Colin fucks her through it, unrelenting as she's impaled in both holes, unable to do anything but take this delicious fucking. Barely after she floats back to earth, Michael starts to pound into her in earnest, and she realises Colin's stopped moving so much, instead holding her steady and kissing her lips as Michael spills inside her. She's still kissing Colin, a glob of spit still connecting them as he breaks away from her lips. 

“You took that like a champ, babe,” Michael whispers in her ear. “Now it's your boyfriend's turn.”

She twists around briefly to kiss him, a messy, sloppy kiss that Michael smiles into before turning her back around to face Colin.

“You ready for me, sweetheart?” Colin asks, as if he doesn't already have his cock buried deep inside her, as if he hasn't been fucking her senseless through her orgasm and Michael's.

“I was made ready for you, darling,” she tells him, but that doesn't stop her keening as he pulls almost all the way out of her just to plunge into her again. She's glad Michael's behind her, grateful for the spreader bar keeping her legs open and her feet—well, heels—on the floor, because her legs are almost completely boneless at this point and her hips are just following the pattern of Colin thrusting roughly into her.

“That's it, babe, don't worry, I won't let you fall, not gonna let anything stop you from giving Colin his birthday present—”

Her orgasm ends up creeping up on her when she doesn't expect it—it’s as Colin groans her name and buries his face into her neck that her walls suddenly clamp down around his cock, keeping him inside her as Colin empties his load deep into her pussy. She's flooded with cum and her eyes roll back from the force of it, barely realising Colin has withdrawn from her until his spend starts to trickle down her thigh alongside her squirt.

She's on such a high that she hardly registers Michael uncuffing her from the bedframe, or removing the spreader bar, or his quiet words about how he'll be right back. It takes Penelope kicking off her heels, her feet planted on the solid floor, for her to feel a little more grounded, just as Colin helps her to the bed. But she's still feeling like she's floating a foot or two in the air, and even as she gazes at her boyfriend's naked form, it's impossible for her not to admire his softened cock, so lovely and large and glistening with her juices. It makes her mouth water as she moans aloud.

“Come here, sweetheart, you wanna lie down?”

“Wanna suck your cock, Colin,” she murmurs as she lets him lay her out on the bed.

“But I'm not—”

“Don't care,” Penelope says. “Just need you in my mouth. Please?”

“You can barely stand, darling.”

“Don't need to now I'm lying down. Want you to tie me up so I can kiss your gorgeous cock. Wanna taste you. Need to taste you."

She holds her arms up as if to demonstrate, angling them towards the bedposts. 

Thankfully Colin doesn't take much persuading, attaching the leather cuffs to the bedposts and settling on top of her, his knees either side of her head.

"I love you," he tells her, holding his member in his hand, about an inch from her lips. 

His cock is still soft but is still large and thick, and Penelope opens her mouth for him, so grateful to taste his release and her juices that she's busy licking him clean the first few minutes. Even when not erect, his cock is heavy on her tongue, and she can't wait for when he gets his erection back so she can sheath him in her throat, swallow him down. She sighs contentedly as he strokes her hair, where it's splayed out on the pillow.

“You’re so good to me, darling. How did I get to be so lucky?”

She sighs, unable to say anything in response, gazing up at him adoringly, hoping he knows without her speaking that she loves him. She licks and sucks and kisses him, enjoying immensely when she feels his member start to twitch, the hint of salt from a drop of precum that lands on her tongue. There's something about the stillness of it that they both enjoy, that they both need, really.

Michael walks back in—she can hear his footsteps. 

“D'you want the wand again, sweetheart? Warm you up so you can take Michael's cock?”

Penelope nods wordlessly, moaning as Colin lifts his hips a bit before pushing his cock back into her mouth. 

“I love seeing how much you drool for my cock, Pen. Reminds me how messy you are. How much you're my mess.”

“Yours,” she tries to say, but the word comes out muffled with her mouth full. He laughs, dragging his cock out of her mouth again, and he's at half mast now as she parts her lips and gazes askance of Colin. She's so grateful when he settles his sensitive head against her lips, letting her suck on it. Her mouth is watering, the corners of her mouth leaking a heady mix of drool and precum that she wishes she could lick up—she settles for suckling at the precum beading at his slit, kissing the tip of his cock once, twice, three times in reverence. He thrusts forward and she hollows her cheeks as his thick, rapidly swelling member hits the back of her throat this time. Moaning happily, with her tongue she traces the large vein running from base to tip, loving how she can feel him throbbing for her. 

The wand hits her clit without warning, her scream muffled only by virtue of her mouth being full, and she tries instinctively to move her hands but they're bound to the bedposts. She arches her back, the pleasure slicing through her as Colin continues to move his cock until he's fully hard again. As Colin feeds her his cock, inch by perfect inch, Michael is unrelenting with the wand on her clit, pressing two fingers into her at the same time. She bucks her hips up wildly, thrashing through her orgasm, her screams staying in her throat while Colin slowly but surely fucks her face. Penelope fights to keep her eyes open, intent on gazing steadily at her man even if her eyes are streaming now, and in the haze of her climax she submits to Colin's fucking of her throat. It's a relief, really, getting to taste him, the feeling of utter calm that envelopes her as she feels her throat becoming rawer and rawer by the second.

Colin's hand is on her throat, not pressing hard at all, just caressing it, stroking the bulge where his cock is lodged inside. “I wish you could feel this, Pen,” he murmurs to her, “how amazing you are, what a good girl you've been. You want Michael to fuck your pussy when I give you my cum?”

Penelope nods, breathing steadily though her nose, lavishing the base of his cock with her tongue as best she can, taking the time between thrusts to breathe properly. Michael's cock feels huge as he enters her, but a relief too, and she wonders if she'll come yet again—realising as Colin spurts down her throat and into her mouth that she's on the verge of another climax already. 

Colin withdraws from her mouth, his softened cock still brushing against her nose, leaking cum onto her cheeks and down her neck. He moves off her, and it's only when he meets her eyes that she opens her mouth to show him his cum on her tongue, smiling shakily as Michael fucks her slowly. “Thank you for being my birthday gift, darling,” Colin murmurs. “You wanna swallow for me?”

She does so obediently, delighting in his smile as she does so, in how Michael lifts her legs up and over his shoulders one by one so he can fuck her deeper. 

“Where d'you want me to come, Col?” Michael asks.

“Inside,” Colin answers. “Want her to be dripping with our cum when she walks around later.”

Michael doesn't take much more prompting, thrusting into her in a fast, punishing rhythm that makes Penelope breathless—he’s just so large, and it's a wonder her body can take him at all. She wishes she could touch him, to wind her arms around his waist, to palm his arse so she could pull him closer, so she could feel his gloriously thick cock deeper inside her—and as if Colin’s read her mind, he places his hand on Michael's shoulder to slow him, just enough to rearrange Penelope so that her legs are angled a bit higher. “You can fuck my girl deeper like this, right, Michael?" 

“Yeah, Col," Michael grunts, and Penelope moans loudly as he continues to drive his cock into her soaked pussy, slowing his thrusts so he can go long and deep and give Colin a proper show of splitting his girlfriend in half. Penelope glances sideways and can see Colin's cock twitching at the display, letting him kiss her thoroughly as Michael takes his sweet time fucking her so she can feel every inch of his cock embedded inside her. Her walls squeeze him and Michael growls, picking up his pace and fucking her hard and fast, until she's sobbing with pleasure, shaking as she nears her climax. She and Michael come together, within moments of each other—he erupts inside her, displacing Colin's release already dripping down her thighs with fresh ropes of cum that give her such an intense orgasm that she's still shaking minutes later, even after the cuffs come off. 

“You okay, sweetheart?" Colin asks as he sits her up, his hand cradling her face. Michael's hand is on her thigh, comforting, grounding—both of them help her come back to earth just by touch. 

"I feel like it's my birthday,” she tells him, and her boyfriend grins, and his roommate laughs. 

The doorbell rings, and Michael gets up, looking for his boxers. “That's the pizza," he murmurs, pulling on Colin's boxers and leaving the room. Penelope reaches down to the mess dripping down her thighs, smearing the combined release of Colin and Michael across the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. She scoops some of the excess cum on her fingers and sucks, making a show of smacking her lips as she gazes at Colin, who grabs her bare shoulders and kisses her roughly. 

"Such a greedy girl, aren't you?" 

“For you? Always." 

“C'mon, let's go and eat.”

“Shall I go clean—”

"No,” Colin says firmly. "You're gonna stay just as you are, sweetheart, okay? I wanna see the cum leaking out of your pretty cunt while we eat. Will you do that for me, Pen? Stay naked for me the rest of the day?" 

Her eyes are glazed as she nods and kisses him. “I'll do anything for you, birthday or not."

"That's a good girl. Gorgeous girl. C'mon, I bet Michael's waiting.” 

*

Once they have their pizza, Michael unearths some strawberries that he's dipped in Nutella. Pen gets the first few, even though she insisted Colin should, but Michael tells her she'll have her mouth full for a while. Colin gets that wicked, dangerous look in his eyes, the one that darkens the remarkable shade of blue that Penelope is drawn to so much that she wants to drown in them. Her boyfriend whispers something in his roommate's ear as he accepts a strawberry, and Michael nods with a grin as Colin reaches out across the sofa to cup Penelope's breast. 

Both her tits are covered in marks and bruises from where Colin's ravaged them; her nipples are reddened and erect and clearly teeth-nipped. She's already completely naked—she was hardly going to say no to that, even if she feels a little self-conscious, though it's nothing like how she used to feel about this stuff, and that's in large part due to Colin. He thinks she's beautiful just like this, in all her curves and softness of her belly and large swell of her tits.

She moves closer to him to give him easier access, moving to straddle his lap so she can grind on his clothed erection, kissing his lips as he squeezes her tits and tugs on her nipples.  

“How do you want it, darling?" Penelope asks. 

“Wait for Michael, sweetheart." Colin continues to play with her tits and she moans from the overstimulation, especially when Colin takes her nipple into his mouth and starts sucking hard. She jolts from the pleasure-pain of it, revelling in how she can feel his cock swelling beneath his shorts as she grinds herself on him—

“Here you go, babe," Michael says as he re-enters the room. Penelope gulps at the sight of her favourite dual vibrator, the one that sends pulses to her g-spot and clit at the same time. It's remote controlled too, and one of Colin's favourite ways to edge her. 

"D'you think you can have this on with both of us in your mouth?” Colin asks as he takes the vibrator from Michael, and her eyes light up and she nods eagerly. 

"Like I said,” she says as Colin slowly inserts the toy, pressing it so it goes all the way in, "I feel like it's my birthday, the way I'm being spoiled here.”

"You're spoiling me just fine, darling. You know it does everything for me, getting you to come. Now get on your knees.”

Obediently she moves off of his lap and kneels in front of him. She's going to feel the burn of the rug on her bare knees for a couple days, she's sure. But it's worth it—it’s one of many ways that her boyfriend has marked her as his. She presses her face against her boyfriend's clothed member, hard through the fabric, a wet patch forming that she mouths at as she feels two lubed fingers stretching her arse open. Her breath catches as she realises Michael's reinserting the dildo from earlier, testing it as he pulls it out and pushes it back in experimentally—and she's so distracted from having her holes filled that she barely registers Colin pushing his cock in her mouth, not until she can suddenly taste him. 

“How does that feel, babe?" Michael whispers in her ear from behind her. “Having every hole filled like that?" She moans in response and Colin tugs at her hair, moving her closer so she can take more of his cock into her mouth. She swirls her tongue around his length, but Colin doesn't let her deepthroat him—instead he pulls her off and gazes at her admiringly as Michael joins him on the sofa. 

“You look so perfect, sweetheart. Are you ready for both of us? Or d'you want to come first?" 

“Wanna hold you both in my mouth," she says without even needing to think it through. “Wanna come for you like that. Please." 

Colin is the one to undo the button on Michael's shorts and pull them down, enough to let his erection spring free. Colin strokes his friend's length a few times, groaning as Michael does the same with Colin, and the sight of it is enough to make Penelope's mouth water and her pussy clench. 

“Please," she begs this time. “Please, Colin, Michael, I need—”

Michael's cock is first, stopping her mid sentence as his thick length muffles her words, nestled in her left cheek. Colin's is next, and once his cock is settled and resting in her right cheek, Penelope just gazes at them, watches as Michael kisses Colin pretty thoroughly. She's captivated, unable to speak with her mouth so full, lips leaking spit as she warms their cocks. It's an exquisite kind of torture, watching them make out for what feels like forever, every now and then with Colin playing with Penelope's hair or Michael stroking her bulging cheeks. The sight of them makes her wet, and she doesn't realise she's thrusting on the vibrator until Colin holds her still.

“Not yet, Pen," he tells her firmly. “You just look too pretty like this for us to rush. You're gonna hold us in your mouth until we turn this thing on—and you can only come after we have, okay?" 

She nods, wishing she could touch herself but knowing she can't—that overwhelming feeling of fullness increases every time she bears down on the vibrator. The blunt arm meant for her clit only serves to make her bud more swollen and aching for stimulation, even though the vibrator itself isn't even on yet.

They're not making out now, they're both stroking her hair and praising her, and she squirms from it.

“Such a good girl, my Pen, staying on your knees like that even though they're probably bruised.”

"You're doing so well getting us both between your pretty lips, babe, I'm gonna miss you so much.”

"Don't you think she looked so gorgeous walking around naked in the flat? I reckon she should always be like that." 

“So thoughtful with her actual birthday gift, by the way, Col. I think you'll love it." 

“I love you so much, sweetheart. You're gonna let me and Michael take turns filling you up all night, right? So then we can feed you our cum from your pussy again?”

"Hnng,” is all Penelope can say, and when she sees Michael pick up his phone and slide the dials up she knows what's coming. "Hnnnng!”

It's the strongest vibrator they have and yet the clitoral stimulation always takes her by surprise. The pulses come from inside her, right against her g-spot, and against her clit, and the moment it starts vibrating inside her she would be screaming were it not for her mouth already being occupied. Her boys take that as their cue to start thrusting in tandem, fucking her mouth as far as they can go—and Pen is already at her first orgasm, her eyes rolling back from the force of it, but she clamps her lips down and makes sure Colin and Michael don't slip. She's moaning around their cocks, at how they're both tugging at her hair to bring her closer, gagging for them.

Bouncing up and down on the vibrator, Penelope continues to feel the vibrations from the toy inside her and hammering away at her clit. She continues to suck and lick and caress cock with her tongue, and they both spill in her mouth, overflowing so her chin and neck and cleavage are dripping in cum.

But they're not done. Without being asked, Penelope licks at Colin's softened cock while caressing his balls, cleaning him up, doing the same for Michael, grateful for the respite of the vibrator. She thinks the toy might have died as she licks and slurps one more time, only for Colin to lift her sticky chin up so she can meet his eyes. 

“There's my good cumslut," he says softly. “You're gonna come for us again, okay?" 

“I can't," she says as Michael wipes her mouth with the back of his hand and then offers it to her. 

“Lick it up, sweetheart," Colin tells her, and she obeys. Michael does so again with her tits, swiping up the cum that spilled on his palm and fingers. “Every drop of it, you're not gonna waste the cum we gave you, are you?" 

She starts getting floaty again as she does as she's told, lapping up cum out of the palm of Michael's hand. He shoves three of his fingers in her mouth and she sucks greedily.

“There you go, babe, look at you, you can come again.”

"I can't—" 

“Yes you can. I know you can. I know how much of a good girl you've been today, sweetheart, and you're gonna come for me. Aren't you?” He pauses for a moment, clearly waiting to see if she needs her safeword, but it doesn't come. 

She does, though—maybe it's the cum eating, the submission of it, the fact that she's still on her knees and that Michael is suddenly behind her playing with the dildo in her arse. She comes with a scream no longer muffled by the cocks stuffing her mouth, the pleasure forcing her forward to lean against Colin's knee as the vibrator pulses away and the dildo is thrust in and out at a steady pace. Michael doesn't stop, continuing to fuck her arse with the dildo as the vibrations endure and Penelope tips back her head and the moan she's been suppressing is ripped from her throat. It's too much, the overstimulation, and after she comes again she collapses forward into Colin's bare lap.

Thankfully the vibrations stop, and she can feel Michael pull out the vibrator and the dildo—it’s a relief in a way, and also feels disappointing, but Colin's hands stroking her hair soothe her a bit. So does Michael, who murmurs in her ear as he gets her to her feet so she can sit back on the chaise with Colin. 

“You okay, sweetheart?" Colin asks gently, and she nods, unable to speak at first. It helps when he puts his arm around her, enveloping her, grounding her. "You're the best birthday present I could ever ask for, you know that?”

Penelope just nods again, smiling as Michael kisses her temple and settles on her other side. "He's lucky to have you, babe." 

“I'm the luckiest man in the world having both of you," Colin whispers—and the three of them just cuddle together on the sofa, coming down from their sex high together. 

*

They end up putting Netflix on, some Regency era drama that Colin's been meaning to watch for a while—though as a history buff, he spends most of the first episode pointing out the historical inaccuracies. It makes Penelope laugh (though she's hardly one to talk when she's equally critiquing the show's poor pacing, lamenting the days of seasons with twenty-two episodes each) and Michael rolls his eyes fondly a few times at the both of them, with the latter getting up to get Colin's cake out of the fridge.

It's a small cake—Colin’s favourite, fresh cream, and predictably he's pretty hungry. He cuts a slice before they can get a candle and sing Happy Birthday, and both Penelope and Michael are laughing before Penelope cuts her boyfriend a second slice, licking the cream off her fingers as she does so. 

“At least let us put on a show for you if you're not gonna let us sing," Michael says as he eats the last spoonful of his slice. Penelope finishes her cake too, picking up their plates and taking them to the sink. She grins as both her boys watch her get up, shimmying her naked hips, aware that her breasts are jiggling as she walks back to them, that her body is covered in the evidence of their enjoyment.

“D'you want that, darling?" Pen asks Colin. He nods, still looking a bit mesmerised as he contemplates the remaining half of the cake. She smiles and cuts him another slice. “How d'you want us?”

The thing with Colin is that he is never content to just watch in his chair, not really. He starts off that way and ends up helping—usually by getting Pen to take Michael deeper in her throat or pussy, or because he can't resist fucking either one of them while they fuck each other, or his cock stands to attention and he wants one of them, usually Pen, to take care of him at the same time. The distance is something he struggles with, Pen has seen that, so she smiles when her boyfriend tells her to sit on his roommate's face and suck his cock while he watches. It's only a matter of time before Colin moves from his chair to the couch where Michael is currently positioning himself.

Penelope has less trepidation than previously as she climbs onto the chaise, grateful that it's wide enough for them to sixty-nine comfortably. She spreads her legs and settles just below Michael's face, her hands finding his cock, pumping it experimentally a few times.

“That's it, sweetheart, I don't want you taking him too far in your mouth just yet. Just kiss and stroke him for now. Let Michael eat you out first, okay, Pen?" 

Pen nods, lapping up Michael's salty precum just as he licks into her pussy. It feels sore at this point, but she's not going to stop, not when it's her boyfriend's birthday and the first one they've spent together, not when Michael's eating her out like her slick is the cream on the birthday cake they've just eaten—

She groans, sucking on the tip of Michael's cock on instinct, trying her hardest not to grind down on Michael's face. But then she feels a pair of hands on her arse cheeks, pushing them down, and she hums in delight around Michael's cock—she knew Colin wouldn't be able to resist. 

“Don't stop, sweetheart, and Michael—keep going, keep making her come until she's dripping on your face, okay?” Michael doesn't speak, just grunts in assent into her pussy before he licks in earnest, moving his mouth up to suck at her clit and make her scream. It's as he does this that Penelope registers the gloriously thick, swollen head of Colin's cock pressing into her arse, slippery with lube, the movement of it forcing her further into Michael's cock which hits the back of her throat. It hurts at first, hurts so good that when her eyes water she doesn't know if it's because of her boyfriend bottoming out in her tight arse or his roommate's erection she's currently swallowing in her throat. “Is that good, sweetheart?" 

“Mmm," Penelope moans as she comes up for air, “Colin—”

She gasps as he spanks her on the arse, the impact of it making her pussy clench.

"Colin,” she whines, and he does it again, slapping her other arse cheek. It hurts so beautifully and she loves it, she loves knowing that she'll be able to see it later, Colin-sized red handprints on her arse to remind her that she's his. "Colin, please—”

"Told you not to stop sucking him off,” Colin says, his voice gravelly and rough and turning her on even more. She immediately wraps her lips around Michael's throbbing cock again, bracing herself for Colin thrusting into her arse, and he does, just as Michael sucks hard on her clit—the force of it makes her surge forward so Michael's cock is in her throat again as she comes, her screams muffled, her climax making her feel so floaty she's sure it's an out of body experience. “There's my good girl, coming for me so perfectly, now it's Michael's turn, okay? You're gonna let him come on your beautiful tits while I fuck you. Don't take your mouth off of him until I tell you." 

It's easy now to take it, now she's come, but Penelope knows it won't take long for her to come again—if anything the very act of Michael coming on her tits will be enough to prompt another orgasm on its own. Colin's fucking her slowly now, and Penelope matches his rhythm, squirming as Michael kisses her oversensitive clit and continues to lick at her pussy. 

"Go faster, sweetheart. Don't keep Michael waiting.”

Penelope takes her cue and starts bobbing her head faster, remembering what Colin said about keeping her mouth on him until he said otherwise. She knows Michael's close, can sense that when he comes he'll spurt his cum all over her tits and then some—but Colin's still not said the word. He's still fucking her lazily in her arse, taking her by surprise every time he thrusts into her.  

"Almost there, Pen, that's it. Let him come on your tits, that's my good girl.”

She withdraws her mouth just in time, her hands wrapping around Michael's cock to stroke him as he comes hard, and she can feel the vibrations of his groans as he mouths onto her clit, enough for her to shake and tremble, on the precipice of her own climax—

"Michael, please,” she whispers, and thankfully he hears her, managing even in the haze of his orgasm to swirl his tongue around her clit again. Colin takes that as his cue to fuck her hard and fast in her arse, and it's enough to tip her over the edge into another climax, just as Michael slips three thick fingers into her pussy. Penelope mewls, the overwhelming feeling of fullness as Colin pounds into her and Michael fingers her so unbelievably pleasurable it makes up for the pain.  

"Pen,” Colin grunts, "fuck, Pen, you feel so tight, even after having that dildo in your arse for however long—" 

“I want your cock more,” she gasps, "please, Colin—”

"You're gonna eat Michael's cum off your tits after this, aren't you, my little cumslut?”

"Yours,” she tells him breathlessly, "your cumslut—" 

“And Michael's," Colin adds. “He'd say that himself if you weren't sitting on his face, you're his and mine, Pen, you'll always be ours—" 

“Always—Michael!” Because Michael is fucking her in earnest now with his fingers in her pussy, continuing to lave her clit with his tongue, undeterred by how she's grinding on his face. And with a scream that tears from her lungs she comes, hard, enough that her face collides with Michael's softened cock as she collapses on top of him, limp as Colin continues fucking her, spilling into her a few moments later.

Somehow Colin is the one to lift her off Michael not long after, to carry her gently to their bed. She smiles and lets him, her limbs pleasantly boneless, glad for Michael by her side on the bed as she gazes up at him.

“Sorry if I squashed you," she says ruefully, but Michael shakes his head.

“Are you kidding? I loved that." 

It's comforting to hear. “Just like Colin not to be able to stay in the cuck chair for very long." 

Michael laughs. “Didn't realise that was the cuck chair at all." 

“It's not," she tells him. “Not exactly, anyway. Bit more complicated than that." 

“The best things in life always are." 

" I—we’re both gonna miss you." 

“Babe—”

"Just hear me out,” she says gently. "We're both gonna miss you like hell. But we also know that you've got to do whatever you need to in your life. Neither of us are ever gonna get in the way of that. And you're so easy to love, Michael. I want you to know that. So if you find someone who you fall in love with, if you find your partner in Scotland, we both are happy for you. But we need you to know that… if you ever come and see us—if you ever want us, we'll have you. You're the only person we'd consider opening our relationship up to. No one else." 

Her words take him aback, it's clear to see. And perhaps he might even be lost for words. He's not one for too many words to begin with, so maybe that's what it is as he stares at her, his eyes burning into hers. Either way, it's a relief when Colin comes back in, clearly having overheard what Penelope said. 

"There's no pressure,” Colin says, "and you never have to give us an answer. But when all is said and done… wherever, whenever, Michael, we love you. And there'll always be room for you in our bed."

Michael nods, leaning over Penelope to kiss Colin, and she smiles at that. Even when they continue to make out, it's hard to resist fingering the mess still on her tits, moaning as she sucks on her fingers at the bitter taste of Michael's release. At the sound of her moan, Michael and Colin break apart, smiling at her. 

"I love you both too. But it's your birthday, Col. Enough of the sappy shit when your beautiful girlfriend's eating my cum and is still horny.”

Penelope giggles and Colin joins in, laughing. "She's not the only one. How d'you want it, sweetheart?” Colin asks.

"It's your birthday,” she reminds him, and her boyfriend shakes his head. 

“If you're too sore—”

"I want you to take turns filling up my pussy," Penelope says breathlessly, widening her legs. “And then I want to eat your cum off your fingers.”

Michael groans in tandem with Colin, and Colin can't seem to resist kissing Michael again, more hotly this time.

“You go first," Colin tells him softly. “C'mon, Pen, can you put your legs over Michael's shoulders for me, sweetheart? Or d'you want to be on your hands and knees?" 

In answer, Penelope turns around so she's on all fours—by far her favourite position.

"Want to feel you deep," she says breathlessly. "We can start like this. Want you both to fuck me full of your cum. Please." 

And somewhere, in between Penelope getting fucked to within an inch of her life for the next couple hours—on her hands and knees, on her back, riding and stroking thick cock after thick cock until her pussy is oozing cum that her boys scoop up and feed her and she laps it all up ravenously like a woman starved—she knows that this isn't quite goodbye. It can't be.