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Colin was a fucked up and he knew it.
It just couldn’t be helped really. He hadn’t meant for it to come to this, he just had zero self-control these days. It might have been expected—eight months without sex was a long time. At one point, he had been a normal red-blooded man, able to fuck a pretty girl, cum, and move on. Then at Christmas he made a stupid decision which led to this humiliating situation.
Penelope was Colin’s best friend, had been for ages. She’d become part of the Bridgerton family, woven so tightly between him and Eloise that his mother considered her one of her own. If he was being completely honest, he had always been attracted to her. She had this wild, shocking red hair, bright blue eyes, a cute little pout, and these massive fucking tits, all on an adorable pint-sized frame.
If it had just been about her body, he could have handled it. Inconvenient, but manageable. Instead, it was how she’d bring up some throwaway comment he’d made a month ago, as if cataloging his every word. How she’d narrow her eyes when he forced a smile, then badger him relentlessly until he cracked, confessing whatever troubled him. And somehow, she always knew exactly what he needed to hear. That fucking warmth bloomed in his chest afterward… Christ. She saw pieces of him his family never bothered to look for, cared in ways that left him feeling simultaneously valuable beyond belief and completely undeserving.
The full understanding of how far off track it had gone happened on the morning of Christmas Eve. Colin had been standing in the kitchen, leaning on the granite counter and sipping a coffee. Only slightly hungover from the night before. Penelope entered the kitchen in a deep emerald Christmas dress that hugged every inch of her, the neckline plunging low on her large breasts and trimmed in plush white faux-fur. The instant flash of imagination staggered him; his thoughts assaulting him with vivid images of those creamy tits flushed pink, the pristine white fur wet and matted as pearly rivulets of his cum dripped slowly through the deep valley between them, disappearing down the neckline.
It was so startling he actually shook his head, as if the movement might physically dislodge the filth from his brain. Penelope, oblivious to the war raging inside him, flashed him that sunshine smile. Then she turned, bending to retrieve a mixing bowl from the bottom cupboard. Colin’s mouth went bone-dry as the fabric inched upward like a slow-rising curtain, revealing more of her thick pale thighs. The hem finally stopped just beneath the rounded curve of her ass, the fabric straining against it. He bit his tongue so hard he tasted copper, forcing his gaze toward the ceiling’s crown molding, desperate to extinguish the scorching vision of him flipping that dress up and tearing the delicate lace he imagined lay beneath.
It did not work. Every time he looked at her that day his mind spun increasingly unhinged images of Penelope taking his cock or covered in his cum. He didn’t even make it to noon before he shut himself in his room and had a wank over the debauched fantasies he couldn’t help but conjure.
This had been his most fundamental mistake. His hand slicked along his shaft, squeezing around the head and collecting his precum. The Penelope in his mind was on her knees, her blue eyes staring up at him as his cock disappeared into her mouth. He let his eyes slip to her chest, jiggling as she worked him into her throat so well. The understanding hit him like a freight train. The breasts he had been imagining as he wanked for a long time now, fit perfectly onto Penelope’s body. He came hard, fucking his fist with the deep shameful knowledge that he had been wanking to thoughts of Penelope for years now, compartmentalizing her lips, her tits, her eyes, removing them from her body so it didn’t feel so filthy.
That summer, he sat on the lawn of Aubrey Hall, juice from a watermelon slice dripping down his wrist as he watched Penelope bound toward the jump ropes Daphne and Franny were spinning for Belinda. His breathing deepened as she leapt into the rhythm beside his little niece; his sisters’ counting song faded to white noise beneath the thundering of his pulse. Three jumps in, Penelope’s arm flew across her chest, pressing those magnificent breasts against her body. It was a futile attempt that only made their constrained movement more hypnotic, more obscene in its innocence.
Once he knew it was Penelope he was fantasizing about, it was all downhill. Colin tried to remove Penelope from his head. On four different occasions he went out and found himself a willing warm body, only to suffer the humiliation of his cock remaining stubbornly lifeless despite their efforts. During his solitary sessions, he watched porn with women who deliberately looked nothing like her, summoned fantasies of other women, but his focus inevitably fractured, and Penelope materialized unbidden in his mind.
He might have found this invasion infuriating if not for the inconvenient truth that every climax with Penelope haunting his mind shattered him so completely that it redefined what pleasure should be. Lord help him if he ever actually got her under him.
He was brought back from his thoughts when the ropes got tangled and Belinda and Penelope started laughing, Daphne and Franny clapping for them. Once again Colin was hit with how perverted he was being. Here he was, cock hardening in his shorts while watching Penelope’s tits bounce, his family all around him. Fuck. The sticky sweetness crawling down his arm matched his shame. “Need a shower,” he muttered, the watermelon slice abandoned on his plate. “Fucking mess.” He chastised himself, already striding toward the house, not daring to look back. If he caught one more glimpse of her, he might actually just moan.
He cranked the shower on and tore his clothes off before the water had even warmed, stepping under the spray with his skin fizzy and hot. Water darkened the hair across his chest, stomach, and thighs, matting it against his trembling muscles. Fumbling for the body wash, he nearly dropped the bottle before managing to slick his palm, working it frantically between his hands until it foamed.
His touch drifted downward, fingers gently cradling his balls, massaging with deliberate tenderness. The moment he wrapped his fist around the pulsing steel of his shaft, a guttural groan escaped him, stomach muscles tightening. His treacherous mind conjured Penelope before him, water cascading between her soap-slicked breasts. Her bottom lip was caught between her teeth, eyes wide with feigned concern. “You poor thing,” she cooed, her fingertips circling her rosy taut nipples. “Let me take care of that for you.” Her gaze alternated between his rhythmic strokes and his eyes as her breath quickened, matching the pace of his hand. The Penelope in his head reached for his cock, and delighted at the soapy slippery girth. The muscles on his forearm flexed as he squeezed, grunting while he worked himself over.
His hand gliding over his desperate length, each stroke sent electric currents from the pit of his gut all the way up his spine. The swollen crown of his cock slipped through his fist, thumb catching on the sensitive ridge, his eyes rolling back as he let out a whimper, focusing on the image of her tiny hand assisting him. In his mind, her tongue darted across her lower lip, leaving it glistening as her eyes darkened with naked desire. “Please Colin,” she begged, voice breaking with raw desperation, her need for him to cum as urgent and primal as his own.
Her name slipped out on a gasp and it was like a dam breaking; filth tumbled from his lips as he rocketed toward orgasm. “Fuck, Pen—just like that. You stroke my cock so good. I want to paint your face and tits in my cum, wanna fill your throat and cunt with load after load.” Panting as he furiously fucked the vice of his hand, he leaned back against the cold tile wall. “Make you scream until you can’t remember your own name—only mine. Your cunt belongs to me, you belong to me.” The orgasm detonated through him like wildfire, his vision blurring as hot pulses of cum splattered against the spray of the shower. Moaning and grunting through it, his knees nearly buckled, pleasure radiating through him in violent waves.
The shame would come later, he knew, the self-disgust at naming a claim on her so completely in his mind, but right then, his body was still convulsing in aftershocks and he couldn’t summon a whisper of regret.
Colin avoided Penelope for the rest of the afternoon; he couldn’t help but think she would see his thoughts all over his face. He spent time with Greg in the den where the old Sega had been unearthed, and the two of them passed a few hours playing Sonic. It allowed him to feel a bit normal. Dinner was okay too, Penelope seated on the same side as him and far enough down that he couldn’t really hear her. He felt a sad twinge in his chest at not getting to speak with her, but he couldn’t help but think it was for the best; he wouldn’t want to trip on his tongue and accidentally ask if he could fuck her stupid.
When the children had been put to bed, the adults gathered for a movie, leaving the cushion beside Colin tantalizingly vacant. Eloise claimed the opposite end of the sofa, leaning on the armrest already nestled under a blanket, destined to be unconscious in thirty minutes or less.
Penelope slipped back into the room, Colin pretended to not be affected. She’d changed into a black zip-up hoodie that was tight—too tight. The fabric compressed her breasts in a maddening way, like ripe fruit straining against too-small packaging. His gaze locked on the pronounced peaks of her nipples pushing against the thin material, two perfect points demanding his attention; he wanted to pinch them, suck on them. The room suddenly felt ten degrees hotter.
Acid jealousy burned through Colin’s chest when Penelope chose to cuddle into Eloise instead of him. She sank into the cushion and nestled against her, pressing that soft cheek to Eloise’s shoulder. His jaw clenched so hard his teeth might crack. He wrenched his gaze back to the movie, nostrils flaring with each controlled breath, knuckles white against the armrest. Pathetic, he snarled inwardly, acting like a fucking beast over a goddamn seating arrangement.
Colin would have spent the entire movie in that jealous haze if Penelope hadn’t stretched languidly, depositing both feet directly onto his lap. His breath hitched in his throat as he stared at those strawberry-patterned socks, mere inches from his already stirring cock. When his large hands enveloped her foot, a jolt of electricity shot through him. He kneaded her arch with his thumbs, each press and circle drawing him deeper into dangerous territory as she sighed softly. Her toes curled against his palm as he worked, and he had to bite his lip to suppress a groan. By the time he switched to her other foot, every nerve ending felt alive with the torturous knowledge that this innocent touch was the closest he’d come to having her beneath his hands.
When her feet had been thoroughly tended to, Colin’s fingers ventured further, driven by desperate need. With careful slowness, he traced a path up her calf, his touch whisper-soft, before dragging back down to circle the delicate hollow of her ankle.
Penelope’s shiver rippled through her body straight into his groin, his erection straining painfully. Emboldened, he repeated the journey, this time letting his fingertips graze higher, spreading possessively across her calf before finding the sensitive skin behind her knee. Her reaction was immediate, a more violent tremor, her hips shifting restlessly, teeth sinking into her plump lower lip to trap what he desperately hoped was a moan.
When his fingers ventured past her knee to graze her thigh, he nearly groaned, imagining how wet she might be just inches away, aching for his touch. He was throbbing and leaking into his briefs and he hoped she was even slightly as affected as him. Penelope’s breath hitched almost imperceptibly, her thighs tensing beneath his fingertips. The air between seemed to crackle with electricity while his sister sat oblivious. His blood roared in his ears as his caveman brain threatened to overwhelm his last shred of decency. Fuck, he wanted to spread her legs right here, consequences be damned.
What kind of depraved animal was he?
Colin forced himself to stop stroking her legs, his hands retreating to his lap to shield his aching cock from view. Barely five minutes later and Eloise was snoring softly. Penelope moved, one moment she was snuggled against Eloise, the next her warm body was pressed to his side, her soft breasts crushing against his bicep, her honeyed perfume flooding his senses. “Here,” he murmured, voice rough with need as he tugged his arm free. She moved even closer, so he could wrap his arm around her, his large hand finding her waist, fingers splaying possessively across the curve where he could feel her ribs expanding with each breath.
He tried to keep his cool as she nestled against him, her stiff nipples dragging across his ribs through the thin fabric. When she rested her head on his chest and released a breathy sigh a current ran through his core, his cock twitching violently beneath his concealing palm, a desperate prisoner straining for freedom.
No wonder lust was one of the deadly sins, his mind was drowning in it. His family scattered across the other sofas, oblivious to the throbbing, desperate monster she’d awakened in him. Colin felt like he was turning into a lowly pervert. Hard all the time, balls constantly aching, wanking a ridiculous amount. The savage need to claim her consumed him, visions of her nipples bruised and wet from his mouth, her cunt stretched wide around his cock, her belly swollen with his child already. He imagined burying his face between her thighs each morning, lapping and sucking her clit, marking himself with her scent like a brand he’d wear proudly through the day.
It was the longest hour and forty minutes of his life, waiting for the fucking movie to end. He didn’t know a goddamn thing that happened, he was too consumed by Penelope, who placed an arm around his waist and was drawing swirls against his ribs with her index finger. He had goosebumps over his skin and he felt like his mind was wading through syrup. She was sin personified, come to rot his mind, transforming him into a weird incel freak.
Penelope didn’t make a move as the movie ended and so neither did Colin. They both wished everyone a goodnight as his family slowly filed out. Benedict tossed the remote to them as he left. They didn’t put anything on, for a long time they sat there, in a fragile silence.
When Penelope finally pulled away to sit up, Colin shifted in his seat and everything changed. His engorged shaft sprang free from the ridden up leg of his shorts, where it had been trapped. The cool air kissing the slick, swollen head as Penelope’s sharp inhale filled the room, her hungry eyes on his exposed flesh.
Again, Colin knew he was a sick fuck, because he didn’t even contemplate putting it away. Instead, he gripped his shaft over the fabric of his shorts and stroked his cock, the skin shifting down his length as he let out a rumbling groan. Penelope’s eyes stayed on his cock but her mouth had dropped open as she watched. It was so fucking hot to him, he couldn’t help it he stroked himself harder, his eyes traveling her body. All of the sudden he realized what he was doing, wanking his cock in the family room in front of his best friend, who had not dropped to her knees for him. It was like he forgot he didn’t exist in a porno and he quickly tucked himself away.
It broke the spell. Penelope cleared her throat, and Colin’s stomach plummeted through the floor. His pulse hammered in his ears—oh god oh god oh god— she scrambled to her feet. “Right, I’m off—I’ll…be in my room.” She mumbled, not meeting his eyes, not saying goodnight, just fleeing the room, her face flaming red. Colin sat frozen, his mind a hurricane of self-loathing. What the fuck had he done?
He needed to apologize, tell her had gone momentarily mad, promise to never do that again. His heart raced and he felt light headed, Colin waited just long enough for his hard cock to fall to half mast before getting up and rushing to Penelope’s room. He knocked quietly, listening with his ear to the door. When Penelope’s voice came it was soft, slightly breathless, his traitorous body instantly responded, blood rushing south again as if she’d stroked him directly. “Come in.”
He pushed into the room, apologies tumbling from his lips. “Pen, I’m so sorry, I don’t know—“ The words died in his throat. Penelope stood across the room, her fingers found the zipper of her snug hoodie and began to lower it with deliberate slowness. Colin’s mouth snapped shut. His eyes followed the zipper’s descent, revealing a widening path of pale skin. Finally she got to the part where the large globes escaped the tight hold dropping, free of the confining press, her nipples were still covered by fabric as she slowly slipped it away revealing dusky pink nipples before cupping the heavy weight.
A desperate, needy animal whine tore from his throat as she rolled her nipples between her fingers. Immediately he was palming his rock hard cock. “Fuck, Pen. Can I suck ‘em?” He was basically begging, he sounded wrecked, barely recognizing himself in this state of need.
Penelope’s blue eyes were dark and hazy with lust as she bit her lip and gave a small nod. Colin lunged forward like a predator, snatching her up and tossing her onto the bed with enough force that she bounced. Her squeal made his angry cock jump painfully. He crawled over her, pinning her beneath his weight, desperate to feel her soft flesh yield to him. She spread her thighs wide, cradling him, and he could feel the scorching heat of her soaked cunt pressing against his stomach even through her clothes. “Fuck,” he grunted, grinding his aching cock into the mattress like a rutting animal.
He gripped her tits roughly, squeezing them together as he growled against her flushed skin. “I’ve been dreaming about these.” His hot mouth descended, tongue flicking her stiff nipple before he sucked it hard between his teeth, biting to make her gasp and arch beneath him. Her whimper turned into a desperate moan when he tugged the sensitive peak, rolling it between his teeth while his fingers pinched her other nipple mercilessly.
Her fingers clawed at his scalp, yanking his hair as she gasped his name. “Colin—“ The sharp sting sent fire down his spine. When he lifted his gaze to meet hers, something registered inside him. Her flushed face, those parted lips struggling for breath, she undid him completely. He loved her. The realization crashed through his lust-fogged brain: he needed to make this good for her, great for her. Forcing his desperate hands to gentle, he pressed soft kisses across her chest before drawing her nipple into his mouth. When he pulled away, he watched, transfixed, as the taut peak bounced back, sending ripples across the perfect curve of her breast.
Just as quickly he was back to feral, she made much to wicked a picture for restraint. “Fucking perfect tits, Pen. Gonna to make this sweet cunt mine.” His mouth latched onto her other nipple, sucking hard to leave marks. Penelope’s back arched off the bed as she cried out, her hips bucking wildly, rubbing her soaked knickers across his belly, leaving wet trails behind.
Colin tore his mouth from her swollen nipple with a wet pop. “Gonna taste that cunt now,” he growled, dragging his teeth down the soft underside of her breast leaving little red marks where he nipped. He licked a path down her trembling stomach, stopping to fuck his tongue into her navel while she writhed beneath him. “These are fucking soaked,” he grunted, ripping her pajama shorts and knickers down her thighs, the scent of her arousal hitting him like a drug as he exposed her to the cool air.
Shoving her thighs wide roughly, he spread her open like he was starving and she was smuggling a five course meal between her legs. People had always remarked on his appetite but he had never felt as ravenous before. Her cunt glistened, swollen lips slick and flushed, clit peeking out to say hello. “Fucking drenched,” he growled, inhaling deeply, drowning in her musky scent.
“Please, Colin.” Her voice cracked as she writhed beneath him, her hips bucking desperately toward his mouth.
“Save your begging for when you need me to stop, Pen.” It was sloppy, obscene, messy and perfect. He sucked and licked and groaned into her while she violently fisted her hands in his hair, grinding hard against his face, covering him in her delicious girl cum. He latched on her clit and sucked before batting it with his tongue, stabbing over and over while she keened and humped against him.
“Colin—I’m gonna—FUCK!”—“ Her entire body convulsed violently, as she gushed against his mouth with a guttural wail. Her thighs clamped around his head like a vise, but he kept savagely tongue-fucking, forcing it back inside her clenching hole through each spasm until she shrieked and shoved his head away, her cunt too sensitive to endure another second of his assault.
“Good fucking girl, so good Pen, dripping all over my face.” She lay gasping, chest heaving as he rose to his knees. “That hungry cunt’s gonna take my fingers now.” He pressed his palm against her lower belly, pinning her down as he rammed his middle and ring fingers deep inside her greedy hole. Her back arched as she cried out, clenching around the intrusion, trying to push him out. When she bucked, trying to squirm away from the overwhelming sensation, he leaned in, “No, no pretty girl, you can take it.”
Bracing his index and pinky finger on her spread ass cheeks, he started making a vicious scooping motion, digging into that sweet spot that made her cunt clench and weep. “Hnnnn—FUCK!” was all she could choke out as he ruthlessly battered that swollen g-spot, his fingers becoming a brutal piston. The room filled with sobbing and obscene squelches, filthy wet sounds of her cunt taking his fingers. Her plump ass jiggled and quivered against his hand. Fucking paradise.
Penelope was a fucked out mess, completely non-verbal as she gasped, and squealed and moaned while he brutalized her swollen cunt. Needing to feel her tits shake, he moved his hand higher squishing them beneath his palm and relishing in the jiggle as he wrung another shattering orgasm from her. “Take it, fucking take it. Take it!” he snarled as her cunt convulsed, her back bowing off the bed, eyes rolling into the back of her head as she sobbed through her second orgasm, tears streaming down her contorted face while her greedy cunt squirted all over his wrist and forearm.
He quickly fumbled to strip his shorts off. Gripping his throbbing cock at the base, he slapped the swollen head against her puffy, abused cunt. He couldn't give her time to recover, he was too pent up. “Gonna split this tight pussy open now,” he growled, his voice guttural. Pre-fuck oozed from his slit, mixing with her juices as he rubbed himself through her soaked seam.
“I can take it, use me, Colin.” she sobbed, her voice a high-pitched whine. “Pump a hot load in me. I need it.”
He groaned. “Gonna breed this filthy cunt raw.” Folding her in half, he pinned her ankles beside her ears, exposing her holes completely. Crouching over her for leverage, the brutal first thrust punched a strangled scream from her lungs. “Gotta fill you up, baby,” he snarled, hips jackhammering into her, skin slapping wetly against her, cunt making obscene noises around his battering ram cock.
His vision blurred at the edges, his entire body aflame as her cunt strangled his cock. Crazed grunts tore from his throat, sounds he’d never made with any other woman. He was determined to fuck another orgasm out of her, when she gasped the words that shattered his control and stole that thought from him. “I love you, Colin.”
“Oh Fuck—“ Every muscle seized violently as his balls drew up painfully tight. His cock pulsed viciously, shooting rope after rope of hot cum deep into her cervix. “I love you too.” He whined, each spurt rocketing up his cock and flooding her insides. His hips jerked uncontrollably, desperate to pump his cum as deep as fucking possible into her perfect cunt.
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His chest heaving, he seized her face between his palms. “I fucking love you, Pen,” he whispered against her lips, licking into her mouth again as he devoured her. “Mine now. Forever.” They remained locked together, his hips still making shallow, possessive thrusts even as his cock started softening inside her, refusing to surrender the connection between them.
When he finally had to pull out, he withdrew with a groan, immediately positioning himself to witness his seed spilling from her used opening. “Beautiful,” he grunted, transfixed as his cum ran out of her ravaged hole, creating pearly rivulets down the curve of her ass. His cock twitched in interest at the sight, already desperate to reclaim her. “Gonna keep you dripping like this every goddamn day, baby.”
Penelope started laughing, she covered her eyes with her hands and giggled away. “What is so funny?” Colin narrowed his eyes at her.
She snorted then laughed harder. “It’s kind of insane that you just pulled out your cock in the family room and started wanking.”
“I didn’t pull it out, it popped out…but yeah, stroking it without knowing how you would react was a bit mad.” He felt his cheeks heat but it worked out for the best so all in all he was more pleased than embarrassed. “I have been going insane over you for months Pen.”
“Colin, I’ve been in love with you since I was fourteen.” His head whipped to look at her, she was blushing a furious red but she held his eye contact.
“Why the hell didn’t you ever tell me?” His tone was annoyed, but he snuggled in beside her, palming one of her breasts.
“Why haven’t you said anything these past months?” Damn this beautiful, smart woman.
“Fair point.” He conceded, she giggled and nuzzled in closer so he could kiss her silly. She pulled away to catch her breath and he sighed contented at the ceiling, “give me ten minutes and well go again.”