Chapter 7: Practice

For the next week and a half, sex became the center of everything. Mornings often started with Lily’s mouth around my cock, her tongue working the underside while I lay back and let her suck. Sometimes I’d stop her before I came, flip her onto her back, and pound into her until she was gasping and clawing at the sheets. Other times I’d come home to find the two of them already tangled on the couch, Ann on top with her face buried between Lily’s thighs while Lily licked and sucked at Ann’s pussy. I’d drop my pants, kneel behind Ann, and push straight into her wet cunt, fucking her hard while she moaned into Lily’s folds.

Evenings followed the same pattern. After dinner someone would reach for someone else, hands sliding under clothes, and within minutes we’d be naked and fucking. Ann showed Lily how to use her tongue on the head of my cock, how to cup my balls and squeeze just right, how to whisper filthy things that made me throb. Lily practiced on me every chance she got, pushing her lips farther down my shaft each day. On the fifth morning she finally took me all the way, nose pressed into my pubic hair, throat fluttering around the head—then she pulled off coughing and laughing. By the end of that first week i had trouble remembering why I didn’t want to fuck Lily.