Eventually his body stiffens, his hips rising up off the couch. I’ve seen him come enough to know he’s close. Something changes in my head. A new longing. I’m eager for cum, his cum. His head swells in my mouth.

"That's it, dude...that's it...you’re going to get it, aren’t you? Take it all, Shane. Get all my cum." As he spills thick cream over my tongue, I start swallowing. Shot after shot, the thick, hot seed pulses over my tongue.

I savor every drop, nursing him dry.

When I pull back, I look at Penelope with new admiration. “Jesus, little bit. He puts out a lot of jizz.” I wipe my mouth with my hand. “How do you manage to get it all?”

“I take my lessons very seriously.” She ruffles my hair playfully and leans over to kiss me. Hell, she’s sharing Fletch’s come with me, isn’t she?

Once Fletch catches his breath, he looks at me. “Come here.” He pulls me up his body and wraps his big, strong arms around me. “That was amazing. You gonna freak out or are we good?”

I think about it for a minute. “Nah. We’re good. I think.”

He pulls Penelope over so we’re both resting our heads on his chest. It’s definitely big enough. “You’re not sure?”

“What about you? You’re holding me. You just came in my mouth. You okay? No regrets?”

“Nope. I’m right where I want to be. I’ve got everything I need right here.” His arms tighten. “I’m bisexual as fuck.”

“Me too.” I stroke a hand down Penelope’s arm. “You okay, Velma? It’s not too weird for you, is it? Us not being all straight and shit?”

“I just want us to stay like this forever.”

Whoa. Forever. That’s what this is, isn’t it? It’s not just experimenting and college fun. This is real.

“I love you. Both of you.” It’s getting easier to say.

“Good,” Penelope says, “Because you both get to do me now.”

Since Fletch just came, and I’m still hard as fucking granite, I get to do her first.

She wraps her arms and legs around me and squeals as I plunge right in and start thrusting hard. It won’t be long since she is so ramped up and horny. Her sexy moans and grunts sync with my thrusts. Fletch gets his hand between us and starts rubbing her until she’s rocking her head from side to side.

I stroke, long and deep, into her body. Her tits bounce wildly with my thrusts, and I push her legs back, her moans getting guttural. “Baby, you’re fuck-drunk, aren’t you?”

“Our girlfriend likes being fucked hard, doesn’t she?” Fletch asks right before he grabs my head and starts kissing me. “Fill her,” Fletch demands against my mouth.