by Brill Harper
The connection is intense.
“Penelope, you look so beautiful right now,” Fletch tells me. “I love the way you look with a big cock in your mouth.”
I feel a surge of power as I stare shamelessly into Shane’s eyes while another man tells me I’m beautiful. I flick my tongue across the underside of the cock in my mouth and am rewarded to see Shane’s eyes roll and watch his head drop back.
I slowly pull my head back, while keeping a grip with my lips, sliding smoothly over the wet mushroom head in my mouth. I go back down, taking in a little more of the shaft than before.
Gradually, I become more active and start bobbing and rolling my head as I suck on the gorgeous dick.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” Shane chants. “Fletch, man, you need to get some of her mouth. She’s heaven, I swear.”
With my free hand, I grasp one of my own breasts, squeezing its nipple between two of my fingers over my thin shirt.
“Oh, you dirty girl,” Fletch says. “Take a deep breath and hold it.”
I do, and he uses his hold on my hair to push me further onto Shane’s cock until I feel him in the back of my throat for just a second. He pulls me back. “Want to do it again?”
I nod, and he holds me on our friend’s dick longer this time.
“Dude, I’m gonna blow.”
Fletch pulls me off. “Sounds like poor Shane needs a break. You want two, Pen? Can you take two dicks in that perfect pink mouth tonight?”
I swivel and start pulling his pants down.
Two. I get two. I feel emboldened and alive. If this makes me some kind of deviant, I don’t even care. I want them both.
“She’s greedy as fuck, Fletch.”
Fletch is already hard and ready, and I slurp him in with gusto, bobbing up and down, enjoying the slight variation of texture and flavor. Shane stands and grabs one of my hands and puts it on him, using my hand to jack himself slowly while I suck on Fletch.
“Switch,” Fletch says lowly, and without letting go, I move my head back to Shane.
I go back and forth between the moaning guys. They move closer together to encourage me to keep on their individual dicks. Sharing is hard, I guess. I’ve got Shane in my mouth when Fletch leans in closer to my mouth, rubbing his dick on my cheek. I alternate between them until I feel Shane at the corner of my mouth when it’s full of Fletch.
“Take us both, pretty girl,” Fletch says, and for some reason, I am just compelled to do whatever this guy asks.
I press both cock heads together, and if they care they are touching, I don’t hear a complaint. I swirl my tongue around both cock heads, combining their pre-cum together on my tongue.
Their ab muscles are trembling and the grunts and groans that come out of them are more animal sounding than man. I have done this to them. Me. Awkward, virginal me. I can’t believe I’m doing this. I can’t believe how horny it’s making me. I try to push them both into my mouth at the same time while looking up at both guys. They’re both so big, though.
“Fuck, you are the hottest girl I’m ever going to be with,” Shane moans. “You just ruined me for all women everywhere.”
Their dicks rub together inside my mouth, and both guys are getting as close to each other as they can in hopes I can take more of their length. I stroke up and down on both of their cocks while squeezing them tightly together, absolutely fascinated that the guys are allowing me to do this.
"That’s it, Penelope. Just think of us as one very big cock, " Fletch says.
“Dude, the student has become the master,” Shane strokes my hair off my face. “You’re fucking perfect, Penelope.”
My jaw is starting to hurt, and I think the guys can tell as they ease out of my mouth, and I go back to alternating.
“Fuck, I’m gonna blow,” Shane says. “My balls are so tight right now.”
“You ready for that, Pen? You want to suck the cum out of his dick, sweetheart? I want you to take it all. Can you do that?”
I nod heartily and hope my enthusiasm carries me through.
Shane begins to thrust his cock into my mouth with short, rapid strokes. And then it happens. My mouth fills with a warm spurt of cum. It’s salty. Tangy. And thick. But I’m able to swallow.
“Hold his balls,” Fletcher commands.
I lift my hand off Fletch’s dick and cup Shane’s balls. He grunts a short, sharp moan, and I feel his cock buck against my hand a second time, stronger than the first. He cries out loudly as the second contraction of his orgasm explodes through him.
I take the second jet of cum as it squirts into my mouth and splashes against my tongue. It’s more than the first load, and I have to work my throat to swallow it all down.
“What a good girl you are,” Fletch says. “You’re ours now, aren’t you?”
Shane spasms a third time, pumping more liquid out from his cock and into my throat. My adrenaline is sky high but when he breaks eye contact, my eyes flick over to Fletch, who is staring at me with a mix of pride and anguish. I notice then his dick is dripping and know where the anguish comes from.
I pull off Shane and give the tip a quick kiss before I latch onto Fletch without being told.
He growls and wraps my hair tightly around his fist. “That’s it. Take me deeper, sweetheart. Be my dirty little girl.”
He’s got a good grasp of my hair, but he’s still letting me set the pace. Shane gets down on the floor with me and reaches into my pants from behind, his finger finding my clit easily. “Jesus. She’s so wet, Fletch. She’s so fucking turned on by us.” His other grabs under my breast and he rolls his thumb over my nipple while working my clit. I moan around Fletch and push myself harder into his body until I feel his pubic hair on my chin. “Oh, come down her throat, Fletch. She’s begging for it.”
I moan again, the sensation of coming on Shane’s fingers and swallowing the tip of Fletch overwhelm me.
“I’m going to fill that sweet little mouth full.” Fletch roars and he’s not kidding. I can’t keep up, it’s dribbling out of me, onto my chin, my shirt. I pull back off him and both guys start pushing the leaking cum back into my mouth with their thumbs.
“Damn. This is hot. You okay, little bit?”
I nod, a little out of breath and maybe seeing some stars that I try to blink away. They are both stroking my hair and complimenting me. Telling me how good I am, how sweet.
We all melt into a sort of body puddle on the floor, their arms around me, stroking me, holding me.
I’m adrift on a soft cloud where I’m safe and cared for. Where nothing is weird or wrong about me.
And then the lights come on.
WHAT HAPPENS TO THESE three in the light of day? Can they accept what they’re doing, or will they run back into the dark. I think you know...but you better click here to find out for sure. The next part comes from the point of view of Fletcher—the All-American, apple pie-eating, baseball playing, college athlete who’s learning that instead of following all the rules—he wants to make them. He’s never felt this kind of desire to control anyone the way he does now. And he wants his roommates to submit to his dominance. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07G9Y15T8
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BRILL HARPER IS A PSEUDONYM. Like...a secret identity. By day she’s Clark Kent, writing romance books for young adults and grownups. By night, she’s Brill Harper writing unfailingly filthy yet super sweet books that would make her alter ego blush.
Brill like Alpha heroes with an ooey-gooey when they fall in love. She calls them Alphamallows.
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