THE WEATHER TURNED today. Autumn came overnight, and all day has been dark and gloomy. It’s the kind of weather that drives you indoors, and when you have two totally hot roommates, being indoors is not a bad place to be. Just after dinner, the wind kicked up and brought hail and rain with it. I can’t even imagine how much it would suck to still live in that tiny room with Sami. Be trapped in there where it was spookier than the storm outside.

I just finish putting on my sleep cami and pajama pants when a gust of wind howls against my window, and then I hear a transformer pop down the street. The power lurches on and off a few times, and then everything goes dark.

This is the first time I’ve ever not been at my parents’ when the power goes out. The dark is unnerving. I hadn’t realized how, even at night, my chargers and laptop emit light. I blink a few times, wondering if my eyes will get used to it. Branches scrape across the side of the house, and I realize I’m kind of freaking the fuck out. Every scary movie I’ve ever seen begins this way. I find my phone in the blankets and use it as a flashlight to find my way out of my room. In the living room, Shane is lighting candles.

Everywhere.

“Wow,” I say, looking around. “This is amazing. Where are all these candles from?”

“It’s not our first rodeo, Velma. We lose power several times in the fall and winter. Fletch is grabbing the lanterns from the basement.” He hands me a flashlight. “You can have this one. But if you do anything interesting with the handle, I insist that you invite me to watch.”

“Eww.”

Fletcher brings a box into the living room with us and he lights a couple lanterns while Shane starts a fire in the woodstove. As the rain and wind lash against the windows outside, the house becomes safer and cozier. This sense of belonging and protection encloses me. Like here in this space, I’m safe and accepted.

“How often do we lose power?” I ask, not caring right now—but yikes, I wouldn’t want to be alone in this house during an outage.

Fletch shrugs. “It’s a little early for this, but not usually more than three or four times a year.”

I guess there will be no video games tonight. I’m thinking of suggesting we find the deck of cards in the junk drawer when Shane sits next to me on the couch. The same side he sat the night I gave them hand jobs.

We haven’t broached sex since Monday when we agreed, once again, to try to be adults. My mind goes to the way the smooth flesh of his cock felt in my hand that night. The way his cum was warm. The sounds he made.

He chuckles, and I think he’s reading my mind. “Gonna have to find something to occupy our time during this blackout,” Shane says. “Got any ideas, little bit?”

I do. I have lots of ideas. My panties get damp just thinking about the ideas I have. The things I want to try with Shane and Fletch. And the knowing look in his eye makes me bolder. “Well,” I begin, “my notebook is in the other room, but I think I can remember the next experiment I wanted to run.”

“Oh, yeah? What’s that?”

“Blow jobs.”

They both swing their heads in my direction. I stand up. “I’m going to need some help though. I need you both to teach me.”

“Oh, man, little sister, you’re like a dream come true,” Shane says. “What do you think, Fletch? You ready to give our girl another lesson?”

I feel his presence behind me, the hairs on my nape standing up and anticipating the swift change from Fletch the do-gooder to Fletch the dominant, sexy man who likes to take command. He lifts my chin with one finger, forcing me to look into his now-hard gaze. “Tell me you’re sure.”

I swallow thickly. “I’m sure.”

“We don’t go back from this. Not once you get our cocks in your mouth. That’s what you want, right? A mouthful of hard dick?”

I nod even as I tremble. He’s trying to push me. Make me shy and run back to my room from his dirty promises. But I’m not that shy anymore. Oh, I’m still awkward as hell, but I’m not shy. I don’t drop my gaze and mumble and blush the way he probably thinks I will. His gaze is hard, watching me for weakness, and I feel his power melt through me. I want to please him. I want to be good and I want to be naughty, and the desperate ache inside me says he’s going to make me be both.

“Get on your knees,” he says without blinking. “I’m going to teach you how to blow my best friend.”

Queue the quivering labia again.

Shane lifts his hips and pulls his sweats down in a quick move. “Fuck, yes. Teach her how to blow your best friend.”

Fletch pushes me down between Shane’s spread legs. I watch, fascinated, kneeling perfectly still, as Shane’s cock transforms right in front of my eyes. As it swells, it rolls across his abdomen to point upward toward his chest. His balls draw up closer to the base and the shaft is growing thicker and longer.

“See that, little bit. Just you looking at it makes me harder.”

I’m sort of mesmerized by the strong, masculine shaft as it pulses like a heartbeat.

Fletch is standing right behind me, his presence dominating Shane and me even though we’re the ones about to have at it. “Touch it, Penelope,” Fletch demands in that deep male voice that vibrates directly to my pussy whenever he uses it. “Touch his cock.”

I graze my fingertip down Shane’s shaft all the way to his balls and his dick twitches.

“Can you make it move, or does it do it by itself?” Even as I ask, I realize how nerdy I must sound. Even now, on my knees in front of a sexy man, I’m trying to intellectualize the process instead of just feeling the effects.

“Both,” Shane replies, humoring me. “I can make it move by squeezing muscles. But it also moves reflexively. Especially when it’s happy.”

“She’s about to make it happier,” Fletch says. “Aren’t you, baby?”

My heart begins to race. I twist my head to look up at Fletch. “What do I do?” I whisper timidly, my porn obsession temporarily erased from my memory, I guess. “Teach me, Fletch. Teach me how to please him.”

“Jesus, look at her. This is the hottest fucking moment of my life.” Shane runs a gentle hand through my hair.

Fletch has that authoritarian set in his jaw again. “Keep your eyes on Shane while you’re touching him. Start by teasing him.”

Shane groans when I make eye contact and run my hands along his muscular thighs, getting closer and closer to his jutting cock.

“You’re killing me softly, aren’t you? Your hands are so sweet and warm. They’re gonna look so small wrapped around my cock.”

I brush through his short pubic hair with my fingertips, keeping my eyes trained on his. When I slide my hands along his length, his cock jumps against my palms.

“I love the way you feel, Shane. Velvet over steel.”

My body starts to tingle and grow warm everywhere, my nerves getting replaced by an ache for more. More sensation. Fletch braces his hand on my shoulder firmly as I explore Shane’s cock. The other night, I didn’t take the time to notice the different textures, the deeper color of the bulb at the end, the weight of his balls when I cup them in my hand.

The way a glint of light catches on a droplet of pre-cum at the tip.

“Hold onto it with one hand,” Fletch instructs, so I wrap my hand around Shane firmly. “With your other hand, run your finger just around the top. Dip your finger in his pre-cum.”

I do as I’m told, and Shane’s breath comes faster, his cock straining in my hand.

“See that V-shaped spot, right in front of you?”

“The frenulum?” I ask.

Fletch chuckles. “Yeah, nerdy girl, the frenulum. It’s a magic triangle.”

“Magic?”

“Lick it with the tip of your tongue. Light flicks.”

I do and Shane groans in a lungful of air. Oh, I like this. My inhibitions are relaxing in direct proportion to the gathering moisture of my pussy.

“You ready to kiss that cock, Penelope?”

I nod and lean forward, buzzing with anticipation. I want him in my mouth. So much. I kiss my way up and down the shaft.

“Lick him. Lick that big meaty cock like a lollipop.”

I start at the base with the flat of my tongue and go slow up to the tip. Over and over. Shane is groaning, looking into my eyes, and Fletch’s grasp on my shoulder grows heavier.

“Are you having fun torturing him?” Fletch adds his other hand to my other shoulder and starts massaging me there. “He’s certainly having a good time. You like that mouth on you, Shane?”

“Fuck, yeah. Fuck. This is crazy.”

I look up and smile sheepishly at Fletch. “Am I doing it right?”

“You’re doing perfect, sweetheart. Let’s add your hands more. Move one up and down like the other night. You can vary your speed, but always keep your mouth on the tip. That’s it. Keep his dick wet, baby. You’re doing great. Such a good learner.”

I blush at the compliment and experiment with different speeds and pressure, focusing intently on the meaty, juicy cock in my face.

“Slow her down, Fletcher, or I’m gonna come too soon.”

Fletch combs his fingers through my hair, pulling it into a ponytail and wrapping it around his hand. “We can’t have him come yet, let’s try something else.”

“I want her to suck me, Fletch. Please. Please make her suck me.”

Later, when I’m analyzing this, I will search for clues as to when we started deferring to Fletch as our Dom like he’s some sort of Christian Grey. But it feels natural to let him have control. To let him direct us. To belong to this moment.

“Take him in your mouth since he asked so nicely.”

I feel the hot, pulsing cock in my hand and look at the glistening line of pre-cum that is shining a trail down the smooth, bulbous tip. The moment seems to hang for eternity. Shane is holding his breath like he’s on the edge of agony or anticipation.

I lean forward and press my tongue against the underside of Shane’s cock. I hold it there, embracing the emotions and sensations I feel as the three of us are fixated on my mouth and Shane’s dick. I slide my tongue, slowly, up Shane’s frenulum and over the smooth glans, to the tip of his erection. My pussy is clenching around air and my panties are so very wet.

I part my lips and take the cock wholeheartedly into my mouth and look up, straight into Shane’s eyes.

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.

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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.