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Saturday
There was a hand between her legs. The question was, which hand was it? Pen smiled to herself, keeping her eyes closed and trying to guess.
Ben, she decided.
She opened her eyes and yes, there he was.
“Morning, princess”
She smiled at him. “Morning, Ben”
Colin was on the phone, apparently ordering breakfast. He went back to bed when he hung up. “I told you not to wake her”, Colin groaned.
“I didn’t!”. Ben protested. “I mean, I technically didn’t. She woke up on her own”.
Colin rolled his eyes as Ben started feasting on her breasts, and then laid by Pen’s side. “Good morning”, he said, softly. And she could swear his eyes were smiling.
“Morning”. Pen bit her lips as Ben’s tongue and mouth were relentless, but still, she managed to notice the bite in Colin’s shoulder, as per his request last night. Following her gaze, Colin looked at it as well and a slow smile spread on his face.
Surprising her, he leaned over her and kissed her deeply, all tongue and saliva and biting her, as if he were hungry for her. Which only made her hungry for him . Plus, momentarily feeling the two brothers’ weight on her, one of them suckling on a nipple and the other one tongefucking her mouth, felt delicious.
Colin broke the kiss and kneeled on the bed as he wiped some saliva from his mouth. “Get on your knees”.
She did as he sat with his back against the headboard, his legs indecently spread, leaving enough space for Pen in between them. Pushing his boxers down, Colin started stroking his cock slowly. “Do with it whatever you want”. He smiled at her and caressed her face with his free hand, staring at her lips as he traced them with his fingers, his own lips parted and his tongue peaking between his teeth. Then he looked at his brother. “Ben, make her ready”.
Ready for what, Pen had no idea. More fucking, she guessed. And she was totally fine with it. Her pussy was feeling mostly normal and the idea of the two brothers ramming her again had it clamping and ready. Either way, as she got on her knees and noticed Ben parting her ass cheeks, starting to eat her pussy from behind, she did as Colin had asked.
Based on what she had learnt last night, she decided that licking it from base to head was a good start. The way Colin hissed seemed to indicate he agreed. By the time her pussy felt soft and soaked and she was enjoying sucking Colin’s cock where it joined the sac of his balls, his hand on her hair, room service knocked and announced they were leaving the cart at the door.
“Nice”, Colin said, breathing a little erratically. Ben left her cleft and wiped his face, palming his cock over his underwear. “I ordered a little of everything, I didn’t know what you liked. And I didn’t want to wake you up just yet”, Colin pointedly looked at his brother.
Ben shrugged his shoulders, with that infamous smirk of him. When Colin accommodated his hard cock on his boxers, Pen felt disappointed - that was her breakfast, mind you! - but the rational part of her mind explained to her that she really needed to eat if today was going to be anything like yesterday. So as the Bridgerton brothers left the bed, she reached for the hotel robe.
“Oh no. You’re not getting dressed today, unless it is to leave this suite”, Colin informed her when he saw her going to grab it from the floor.
When he offered his hand for her to come down the bed, she decided to go with the flow, mostly when Colin didn’t let go of her hand and instead, walked her to the table, Ben right ahead.
Pen’s eyes opened wide when she saw everything that was on the table. “I can’t believe how hungry I am again”. Her rational part had been right. She needed to eat. But as she went to sit down on one of the chairs, Colin grabbed her hips to stop her, and sat down himself, pulling his boxers down.
“Sit in here. I want to have my cock inside you as we have breakfast”.
Pen stood on the spot for a moment, watching him stroke himself.
“Come on, Penelope”. Ben was looking at her, amused. “I made you wet and ready, And the sooner you sit on him, the sooner you’ll sit on me”, sipping on his tea as if saying that was the most normal thing in the world.
She still couldn’t believe this weekend. This weekend where ‘shy, nobody pays attention to’ Penelope, after losing her virginity to two brothers who took turns last night - and having come several times after that - was now going to sit on one’s cock as the other waited for his turn.
Damn right she was!
Colin gently grabbed her hips and directed her towards him. She didn’t realize she was giggling as she stood over his lap, legs parted, slightly bent and facing Benedict while Colin directed his tip to her folds, Pen slightly struggling to accommodate him.
“What's so funny?” Colin asked, smiling, still pushing himself into her pussy and looking satisfied at how she swallowed him.
“Nothing. This”. She giggled again, Colin now fully inside her and her sitting on his lap, her back to his chest and her head resting on his shoulder. He shook his head, amused
“Does it hurt?”. Pen nodded no. Colin squeezed her tit. “Good. Let’s eat”.
For a while they just stayed like that, eating, drinking, both of them occasionally giving her some taste of juice or even fruit from their mouths to hers. Mostly Colin, to be honest, which caused some jokes from Ben, who claimed he never shared his food with anyone.
But once the food needs were covered, she could notice how Colin was moving ever so slowly inside of her, thrusting her almost imperceptibly. “Touch yourself”, he whispered against her lips. And she did. She graced her clit softly, dedicatedly, enjoying being fixed on his cock, Colin flat tongue licking her lips, chin and even cheek as he cupped her jaw. Ben’s fingers up and down her thigh, again and again, barely touching her.
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When he broke the sloppy kiss to give his lungs so much needed air, he rejoiced again in the view. As Pen sat on his lap, cockwarming him, he could see his amazing breasts, hanging low and heavy, with these big, pink areolas. His red hair on her shoulders, her soft belly - which he had found out to be a turn on, to be able to bite and lick and grope that piece of her - and her plush legs parted.
And god, she tasted so good. She was just so… lickable. Like edible. He had his hands full of her and all he could think was that he wanted to lay her down on the table, put marmalade all over her chest and belly and thighs and spend the morning licking her clean. Not today, today he had other plans, but…
Pushing that ‘but’ aside, he forced his mind to stay in the present. She was masturbating herself so nicely, and he was getting really hard. So once Ben was done kissing her, he bent her over the table, her shoulders resting on it.
“Don’t stop touching yourself”, he instructed her, happy to see she obliged. Her little moans indicated to Colin that she was getting closer, even though he was barely moving. Her ass was now more accessible to him, so he smiled. He caressed one of her cheeks in circles, gradually more forceful. He noticed the way her shoulders tensed and her breath hitched, ready. He slapped her, and immediately her cunt squeezed him tighter. Chuckling, he repeated the same movements on the other ass cheek. Her fingers started to brush her clit faster, he could see it in the way her whole body moved.
I trust you.
His hand landed with a loud smash, causing her ass to jingle and her hips to start moving with no control, Pen panting. She looked at him over her shoulders, her face such a mask of lascive that his cock jerked inside of her soft cunt.
Pen was loving this. Being inserted by his cock, driving herself to orgasm at her own rhythm, the slaps on her arse. Another one. She closed her eyes briefly before staring at him once again. And another slap, and a last one was what it took for her to come, shaking violently. Before her climax had ended, Colin lifted her up and with Ben’s help, placed her on her back on the table, immediately pushing himself inside of her again and chasing his own release, thrusting her, making her take him until he finally came.
Once done, he laid over her, Pen caressing his hair. When he felt his heart stopped trying to leave his ribcage, he straightened and helped her stand. With his cum down her legs, Colin took her to Ben, who was sitting on the same chair he had taken his breakfast, waiting for her eagerly. Colin placed Pen in the right position, straddling him with her back to Ben’s chest, Ben’s hands on her hips. But it was Pen who reached for his dick and lined it up her cunt.
“Impatient much?” Colin chuckled.
“I’m not complaining”, Ben grunted, being able to slide inside of her in one powerful thrust, now that her pussy was all soft and soaked. Ben thrusted into Pen under the attentive gaze of Colin, who was sitting on the edge of the table, right in front of her, caressing her lips and playing with his index finger and her mouth. Until she couldn’t take it anymore and took him by surprise by grabbing his hips and arse, pushing his torso against her face, so she could lick and mouth at his abs, just as she had done as well last night.
Colin chuckled and tangled his hands on her hair, encouraging her, enjoying her tongue and lips all over him.
“I’m close”, Ben said after a few moments, panting and thrusting behind her, his breath labored, just as Pen’s.
“Pen”, she looked up at him from his abdomen, where she was busy moaning and salivating all over him. “Do you remember your safeword?”. She nodded. “Good. Ben, when I say, slap her arse hard”.
He looked for any sign of discomfort on her face at the idea of the both of them relying on her new found love for pain to make her come.
But he found none.
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Pen felt Colin’s hand going to one of her breasts, staying there motionless. The tension started to grow on her. She wasn’t sure what he was going to do, but she trusted him - crazy, she barely knew him, but it was what it was - and was sure that whatever it was, it was going to hurt just the right amount.
Her pussy clenched at the thought.
“3…” Colin looked at her, giving her time to use her safeword. “2… Now”
Ben slapped her ass hard and so did Colin with her breast, making her scream, cry and come all at the same time.
When her ears stopped ringing and the sounds around her came back to her, Pen realized she was still sitting on Ben’s lap, his dick starting to soften by her thigh. But Colin was already claiming her, placing her on his lap, instead.
“I hope that was fun”, he chuckled.
Ben smiled at her, sitting in front of her and eating some grapes as if nothing had ever happened.
“It was”, Pen sighed.
But… would she dare?
“But?”, embracing her, Colin looked at her quizzically.
Wow. How did he know? Benedict was also looking at her intensely, even concerned, so she spoke in a hurry. “I’d like to have my ass fucked”.
Because after what she saw last evening, she really, really needed Colin to fuck her like that.
“Oh, that”. Now he looked relieved. “But I don’t think we have time for that”. Ben looked at Colin, who had been distractedly palming her breast with one hand and the other placed around her waist.
“Unfortunately, we don’t”. But before she could protest, Colin explained himself. “Your arsehole needs to be trained beforehand. Even if you like pain, it needs to be done properly. We can buy you a buttplug, if you want to. And play around with it”, he offered.
“Sounds good to me”, Benedict agreed to it cheerfully, before she could even utter a word, back to enjoying his grapes. “Why don’t you two shower and go buy one?. I’ll shower afterwards and call Daphne. I see I have some text from her about painting a kid’s mural in Auggie’s room. I don’t want her to grow impatient”. He rolled his eyes.
“Who is Daphne?”
None of them had a partner and even less a child, right? She had assumed…
“One of our sisters”, Colin explained.
Oh. OK.
“So what do you say? Do we go buttplug hunting?” he joked, squeezing her boob and one of her thighs. Pen smiled and nodded yes.