Chapter 4: The Incident

“Do you want to watch Denise licking your cum out of my pussy?” Lisa asked after I had just ejaculated into her.

I was still trying to catch my breath as I lay on top of her from behind. I was entering my Bliss Zone where I could close my eyes, feel my body on top of Lisa, my cock inside her and just enjoy the moment.

But the thought of Denise licking Lisa’s pussy? Damn. My cock gave an involuntary twitch at that image. How could anyone say no to that?

“Sure,” I said.

“Sure? That doesn’t sound convincing, Ken,” Lisa said. “Tell me if you want it. If not, I’m not going to force you.”

I swallowed. “I want.”

“You want what?” Lisa asked.

This felt like another practice session from Lisa. Like a parent teaching a kid to go to a shop and buy something all by himself for the first time.

I wondered why I always had trouble expressing how I really felt. I already had sex many times, but I still couldn’t admit I wanted sex. Perhaps the thought of rejection made me anxious. Perhaps I still couldn’t believe that two beautiful girls wanted to have sex with me all the time. Perhaps I was just waiting for the moment when they decided they didn’t want to have sex with me anymore. Despite what Tony said about taking action and pursuing things that I wanted, pursuing things meant it might end up in failure. You wouldn’t fail if you didn’t try.

“Ken,” Lisa said, lying below me. “Don’t overthink it. Tell me what you want.”

I tried not to stammer. “I want to watch Denise licking my cum out of your pussy.”

I could tell Lisa was trying hard not to grin. “Then you need to do something for me.”

“Which is?”

“Go find Denise and tell her you want to fuck her. Then bring her back here. And don’t tell her I said that.”

“Um, why?”

“Just do it. And do it quick, before all your cum dripped out of me.”

Before I had time to overthink, I pushed myself up and out of her. Then I got off the bed and walked towards the door. My cock bounced in front of me with every step.

As I exited the room, I heard Lisa shouting, “Clock’s ticking, Ken!”

I walked into the living room, found Denise lying on the couch and talking on the phone. She was wearing bikini-panties today, with her other hand inside, playing with herself.

Shit. What to do now?

I walked up to her, standing beside her feet. My cock pointed towards her. It was slicked with white juice.

She smirked when she noticed my erection. Pulling the phone away from her ear, she asked innocently, “Can I help you with something?”

I repeated softly what Lisa asked me to say.

“Say that again? I couldn’t hear you.”

“I uh, I want to fuck you.”

“Come again?” Denise looked at me innocently. I knew she heard me this time.

I repeated again without stammering, much louder this time. My face was flushed with embarrassment.

“Now?” Denise asked.

“Yeah, now.”

“Now what?” she asked.

I wondered if Tony, Denise, and Lisa sat down every week to plan my practice sessions, along with designing new ways to torment me.

“I want to fuck you now. Uh, can you come to my room?”

“Is this urgent?” Denise asked.

“Uh, yeah.”

“Why is it urgent?”

“Uh, I uh, I want you now,” I managed.

Denise grinned. She put her phone back to her ear. “Ezra, Ken wants to fuck me now. Talk to you later.”

Then she put the phone down and looked at me. Her other hand was still idly playing with her pussy.

The clock’s ticking.

“Uh, can you come to my room now?” I asked.

“Help me up,” she replied.

I took her hand and pulled her to her feet. Then I brought her to my room.

Lisa was lying on her back, her knees pressed against her breasts.

“Bitch, come lick Ken’s cum out of my pussy,” Lisa ordered.

Denise looked shocked for a moment before she grinned. But despite how Denise had reacted, I was pretty sure they had planned this.

That threesome was one of the best I ever had. I got to watch Denise and Lisa going down on each other, each time after I came inside them. I didn’t even want to participate. I was contented just watching them. Two of my favorite girls licking each other’s pussy, it felt blasphemous to join in. I was unworthy.

Still, it didn’t stop them from getting me to join. I hardly needed much encouragement anymore.

It started with Lisa asking me to take off Denise’s panties as she slurped my cum out of Lisa’s snatch. By the time I peeled Denise’s bikini panties off her legs, I didn’t even need Lisa to yell, ‘Fuck her cunt!’

I simply did.

It had been about a month since my first threesome.

Having sex with two girls at the same time at least three or four times a week was one of the new changes in my life.

It felt like there were new changes every other day. Each new development threw me off balance.

I was struggling to keep up.

Whenever I was starting to feel comfortable with my new reality, feeling as though I was now standing on firm ground, the sand shifted yet again, changing the rules, and I found myself sinking into quicksand.

The first change was the amount of sex I had. The past month felt like a never-ending sex marathon session. I didn’t think there was a full 24-hour period where I didn’t have sex. I was actually grateful for those times I wasn’t inside a pussy. I loved sex a lot, perhaps a little too much, but it was really starting to get too much.

I guessed I shouldn’t be complaining. It was like a billionaire complaining he had too much money.

Whenever Lisa wasn’t busy or with Tony, we would have cuddle sessions. Unlike before, when Lisa’s cuddle session was basically trying to get me to have sex with her, we actually cuddled now.

We’d come back from school and cuddle on the couch or on my bed. We’d alternate between studying, cuddling, having sex, studying again, then cuddling. Sometimes Denise would join us, and then we would have a threesome.

On most nights, Denise would come to my room and then we would fuck. She would disappear back to her room after sex, then request to have sex again the following morning before lessons.

I kept to my end of the agreement and accepted Denise’s request for sex every time. Like she said, I had two bisexual girls living in the same house who loved to fuck. So why not enjoy their pussies as much as possible?

So I enjoyed their pussies as much as possible.

Denise also kept her end of the agreement by teaching me how to be better in bed.

Every night with Denise began with kissing, with her teaching me how to kiss correctly. I found out how much I loved kissing. It was thrilling. Though kissing Lisa was better. More sensual and romantic instead of erotic and fun like with Denise. Nothing was better than kissing Lisa.

After kissing, it was oral sex lessons. Denise taught me how to use my hands and mouth to get her off. Her rule was I needed to get her off at least twice with oral sex first before my cock was allowed into her pussy.

But before I could touch her pussy each night, I also had to make sure she was fully aroused first. No premature penetration. It wasn’t difficult. Denise was always aroused. Still, she taught me how to touch her body, how to kiss her neck, how to play with her breasts, how to suck her nipples, how to stroke her erogenous zones, and how to use my tongue on different parts of her body.

As I became more comfortable and better at sex, Lisa also allowed me to kiss her and have foreplay first before we got to the main event. Though she was always in a hurry to get my cock inside her. On most occasions, I would spend less than a minute with my tongue between her legs before she told me she wanted my cock inside her.

Then it was lessons in different positions. Denise taught me everything to know about sex. She taught me how to use my cock like a weapon. At the end of each lesson, she always reminded me I was still a beginner. There was still much to learn.

Intellectually, it was fun to learn more about sex. There were so many things to learn. I got to admit, I was looking forward to each lesson.

“Most guys just go hammering away in and out during sex,” Denise said. “Not only does it not work for all girls, it’s also fucking boring.”

Then Denise taught me one of the most effective ways to fuck a pussy. It’s called the scooping method.

“Instead of just thrusting in and out, imagine your cock is like a scoop,” Denise explained. “When you push in with your hip, angle it slightly towards the bottom. When you pull back out, tilt your hip up so that your cock rub against the top of my pussy and my g-spot.”

I tried to follow her instruction, angle down on the way in, then tilt my hip up on the way out to perform the scooping motion. I imagined my cock like a shovel digging sand. It felt unnatural and took me many tries to get the hip movement right. But Denise was patient.

“When you’re deep inside, push your hip as far inside as possible with all your strength. Press against me. Hold my butt and pull me as close to you as possible.”

Once I finally got the hang of it, Denise moaned loudly.

“Fuck ... Fuck yes ... That’s it ... Now faster and harder ... Yes ... Urgh! Make a circular motion with your butt ... Urgh! Bigger circle ... Yes ... Now faster ... Fuck me harder...”

It was tiring and uncomfortable to perform that hip maneuver. My abs and butt ache after that day. But Denise said I was building the right muscles.

Once I mastered that skill, Denise taught me to vary the technique, rotation, rhythm, angle, and speed. She taught me that sex had three parts.

The first part was helping the girl to warm up her pussy. Start off slow and shorter thrust first. The second part was to find what the girl liked best.

“Every girl is different. We also like to be fucked differently every time,” Lisa said.

The goal of the second part was to help build the girl to an orgasm. Then the third part was the finisher. The finisher for girls tends to be the same every time.

“Once you know the girl’s finisher, you can use it every time to bring her off,” Denise instructed.

Denise also had rules for fucking. One of the rules was to find out what techniques, speed, and angle work best for the girl.

“Every pussy’s different,” Denise said. “You’re lucky that Lisa and I know what we like. We also come easily. But not every girl is like that.”

“Should I ask them then?” I asked.

“You can, but not every girl knows what she likes. But you can also vary your technique and ask the girl what she likes better. It’s easier when she has examples to compare from.”

“So I should try one, stop, try another, and ask her which one she likes better?”

“That’s one way of doing it. But not every girl is vocal and likes to talk during sex. It’s better if you learn how to read her body responses.”

The body responses, according to Denise, were her breath, her moans, the contraction of her pussy, and the stomach muscles.

“A lot of girls fake it during sex. But a reliable predictor she’s close is her stomach. If she starts trembling there, you know you’re doing it right.”

“Do you ... fake it?” I asked.

“I don’t,” Denise said firmly. I don’t see a point in that. If he’s a bad fuck, he’s a bad fuck. Giving him the impression that he’s good is encouraging him to be bad. I’m not going to do that.”

I almost winced from how harsh Denise sounded. “So ... what would you do if he’s bad?”

“If the guy’s bad, I tell him. If he’s willing to learn, I will show him. But some guys hate that, as though their egos bruise if a girl tells them what to do.” She rolled her eyes. “Don’t be that guy.”

Physically, having sex with Denise was satisfying. Besides how hot she was, she was also very vocal and responsive during sex. There’s nothing like hearing how good my cock felt inside her. It was a nice ego booster.

Denise could get me hard just by exposing her body to me. I still wasn’t used to the fact that someone as hot as Denise would want to have sex with me. So once I started getting comfortable with sex, Denise’s desire for me was very flattering.

That became addictive once I started having sex with her almost every day. I got hard whenever I looked at her panties and imagined myself inside her. She was always in just her panties in the house.

But then it became tiring. Denise wanted to have sex all the time and for very long durations, refusing to let me come for hours.

There was still only one position that I was able to come in. I was weird like that. Denise called it prone bone, which involved me lying on top of a girl with the girl lying flat on her stomach. Lisa commented maybe I felt safe to let myself go in that position.

Denise also wanted me to train to control my ejaculation in prone bone position.

“Why do I have to control my ejaculation?” I asked.

“Lisa thinks you can’t come because you’re on medication. Or only when you feel safe to do it. But you shouldn’t rely on that. You should be able to control your orgasm and only come when you want to. Not because you need to.”

That training involved me lying on top of Denise but trying not to ejaculate. I failed every time. It didn’t help that Denise always did that training only after having sex for hours. By then, I was ready to burst. I didn’t want to control my ejaculation. Usually, after a few strokes in prone-bone position, I was ready to take off. I often did.

But Denise persisted with that training. She said she’d reward me by letting me fuck her face if I could hold on longer than the previous time.

I never liked watching porn where a guy crammed his large cock down a girl’s throat. Didn’t look comfortable for the girl. But Denise loved it. So did I. I never expect to like it so much. Lisa had a theory that, similar to how I could only ejaculate in one position, face fucking was also when I felt in control.

As part of my agreement with Denise, I also kept my pubic hair trimmed. With us having sex almost every day, it meant I also needed to shave every day. Denise encouraged me to go for waxing, but the thought of pouring hot wax on my cock scared the living hell out of me.

Sex with Denise and with Lisa was different. With Denise, it was hot, passionate, and educational. With Lisa, it was comforting, emotional, and loving. But either way, I loved having sex with both of them. I was having the time of my life with non-stop sex with both of them.

The second change was the attire.

The girls mostly wore panties and nothing else. Tony and I wore just boxers. It took me much longer to just wear boxers in the house. But Denise said it’s easier to have sex when I wear less clothes and wearing little clothing was part of our arrangement.

Our arrangement, which was helping me become more attractive and confident, also included changing my lifestyle.

After a few days of non-stop sex with Denise, I was constantly exhausted. She suggested I should eat better and start hitting the gym.

So I started working out with Tony. Even though Tony was no longer playing sports, he kept up his fitness regimen.

He would go for a run in the morning. Then hit the gym just before lunch. I joined him. Sometimes the girls would join us as well.

Tony never once commented on the changes in me. But it seemed like he approved of them in his non-verbal ways, constantly encouraging me to work harder at the gym.

We also had hot tub sessions on the rooftop at least once a week. The girls were topless with just mini bikini bottoms while Tony and I were in swimming shorts. Though their bikini bottoms would eventually disappear as the night wore on. There was also champagne every time, because Tony loved champagne. But I kept my alcohol intake to the minimum. The night would usually end with Denise in bed with me while Lisa in Tony’s. It was awkward for me to have sex with Denise while hearing Lisa and Tony in the next room. I still hadn’t gotten used to that yet.

One of the changes that didn’t happen was seeing Tony having sex with the girls outside of their bedrooms. Maybe they thought I wasn’t comfortable with that yet. I was grateful for it. I wasn’t sure if I could stand seeing Tony having sex with Lisa.

I was also grateful Tony had never seen me having sex with the girls yet. The thought of seeing him seeing me fucking his girlfriends was awkward. I also still wasn’t comfortable having sex outside my room. The girls were exhibitionists, especially Denise. I wasn’t. But that didn’t stop the girls from wanting to have sex in the kitchen or living room.

As part of our deal, Denise also brought me clothes shopping. Her tastes were expensive, but she said Tony was paying for them. I wasn’t comfortable with that. Tony was already paying for everything. But Denise said it’s rude to reject Tony’s gift. I didn’t want to be rude.

One of the things that Tony didn’t care about was splurging money on his friends. It wasn’t just because he was rich. I knew enough about his family background to know that splurging money on others was how his parents taught him what love was. Lisa told me that rejecting Tony’s money was rejecting his love. I didn’t want to reject Tony’s love.

Clothing shopping was exhausting. But I soon learned it was also rewarding. Denise picked out clothes that looked good on my body. She also taught me easy ways to match clothes.

“You look good in dark shirts,” Denise said. “Just pair it with lighter pants or shorts and you’re good to go.”

With Tony’s money, Denise bought me a bunch of dark t-shirts, such as black, grey, and dark blue. Then she bought me light-colored pants like white, cream color and beige.

With this combination, I could simply pick any shirt and pants in my wardrobe without thinking too hard about how to match my clothes.

Denise also had a lot of rules for me. “Don’t wear polo-tee or short-sleeve shirts. They don’t look good on you. If you want to wear button-shirts, just wear long-sleeves and roll up your sleeves.” I didn’t see the difference, but Denise was the expert. Besides, it wasn’t like I could argue with her.

“Stop wearing jeans, corduroy or cargo pants,” Denise told me. “Especially cargo pants

“But Tony wears them,” I challenged.

“Tony looks good in anything,” Denise said. Denise told me to get white slim-fit pants that I thought were corduroy pants. I didn’t know the difference. But I didn’t say anything. It wasn’t going to make a difference.

“Don’t wear a belt or tuck in your shirts, unless you’re wearing a coat. It makes you look shorter.”

“Do I even want to ask the logic behind it?”

She ignored my question. “Besides, it’s easier to take off your pants when you’re not wearing a belt.”

“Take off my pants?”

“Whenever you want to fuck me.”

“I’m already only wearing boxers in the house.”

“You should start going naked.”

“I don’t think I will be comfortable with that.”

“Why not? I like to look at your hard cock.”

I drew the battle line and resisted her assault. I didn’t want my hard cock to be showing. It was already bad enough I had an erection with my boxers on all the time. The thin material didn’t stop Denise from fondling my cock at every opportunity she got.

I wasn’t the only one who changed in the house.

Denise became more affectionate toward me. In the house, she insisted on touching, hugging and kissing me all the time. Outside the house, she insisted on holding hands.

Denise also insisted we went on dates like a couple. Anyone who looked at us would think we were a couple. But we weren’t. Denise didn’t do boyfriends.

Lisa told me Denise didn’t believe in getting attached. Both her parents had affairs. They didn’t flaunt it but didn’t try to hide them. Growing up, it was confusing for her and her brother. So she decided she didn’t want to get attached.

For the most part, I treated Lisa like my actual girlfriend, with each sex session making me more and more in love with her. I felt more connected to her than ever before. But that was only when both of us were alone together. Every time Tony was around, it was clear who her boyfriend was.

But it was still good enough for me. I was intimate with two girls I liked a lot. Even Denise. I wouldn’t even mind Denise being my girlfriend. I was starting to like her more and more. She wasn’t as scary as I thought she was anymore.

Even though I was still learning to deal with these changes, I got to admit, I was having a lot of fun. Who wouldn’t? I was living a sexual fantasy. My mood was good. Even my sleep was better.

Life was almost perfect for me.

Almost, because Lisa also became increasingly suspicious and frustrated with my relationship with Denise. She would badger me continuously, asking me what was up between us.

I didn’t like lying to Lisa. It felt like the chasm between us grew wider each time I lied. But it was getting easier and easier to lie to her than to tell her the truth.

Denise told me to tell Lisa that she was helping me improve myself and become more confident. So I stuck to that answer.

But Lisa wasn’t convinced. She became more prone to emotional outbursts, especially when she saw how affectionate I was with Denise.

“Ken? Do you think we can start having anal sex?” Lisa asked.

We were cuddling together in bed after I had gotten her off several times. I hadn’t had an orgasm yet, but I wasn’t in a rush. When you’re having a lot of sex, your mind learns not to be in a hurry.

“Now?” I asked.

“Not now, but soon, if you’re comfortable with it.”

“When?”

“I rather not tell you in advance, in case you start fretting and spiraling, before changing your mind.”

“So you’re going to spring up on me?”

“I’d like your permission to do that.”

“Oh. I don’t mind trying anal sex, actually,” I said.

“Don’t mind or you want?”

“I’ve been curious about that.”

“You like watching anal sex porn?” she asked with a sly grin.

“I’m going to plead the fifth on that one.”

She laughed. “But you’re agreeable to doing anal, right?”

“Um, yeah.”

She kissed me and began stroking my cock with her hands.

“Do you want to come now?” she asked after her hands were getting tired from stroking me.

“Actually there’s something I want to try.”

Lisa raised her brow. I told her to lie flat down on her back. I put a pillow below her butt like Denise taught me. Then I got on top of her between her legs.

“Missionary?”

“Is this okay?” I asked.

“I thought you didn’t like this?”

Looking directly into someone’s eyes at close range during sex still felt uncomfortable to me. It was too intimate. But I was getting used to it.

“Uh, I’m starting to get used to it.”

“With Denise?”

“Yeah...”

“Maybe we can try bringing another girl in bed with us,” Lisa said, abruptly changing the subject.

“Like Denise?”

“Besides Denise.”

“Why?”

“So that you can have sex with other girls?”

“I’m happy being with you like this.”

“And Denise. You like having sex with Denise.”

“Yeah.”

“More than with me?”

I wanted to say, ‘of course not!’ I wanted to tell her how much I love her, that I would rather have sex with her than with Denise. But I refrained from saying all that.

“Uh, I don’t like to compare like that.”

“Good answer.” She giggled a little.

“Can we stop talking and, uh, continue what we were doing?”

She gave a chuckle. “You have been having sex with two girls every day and you can’t even say fuck?”

“Uh...” I swallowed. “I want to have sex with you now.”

“Say you want to fuck me.”

“I want to fuck you.”

“Then fuck me.”

I never tire of hearing those words. I pulled my hips back a little, pushed my cock into her waiting pussy, and let my weight collapse down against her body.

I leaned in to kiss her as I began to fuck her.

“Wow, that’s a first,” Lisa said.

“First?” I asked.

“First time seeing you being able to come in this position.”

“Oh ... I uh, I did that with Denise once.”

“You came in missionary with Denise?”

“Only once.”

“When’s that?”

“A few days ago.”

“So you can come in this position now?”

“Uh, this is only the second time I’m able to.”

“Oh,” Lisa said. “That’s good.”

I remained on top of her and kissed her gently.

“I didn’t know you like doing this,” Lisa said as we broke apart.

“Do you like this?” I asked.

“Of course I do. It’s very nice to kiss you like this. But I thought you didn’t like it.”

“Denise got me to like it,” I replied.

“You really like having sex with Denise, huh?” Lisa asked.

“Uh, it’s nice.”

“Just nice?”

“Very nice.”

She giggled. “Seems like you’re very comfortable with Denise now.”

“She’s less terrifying after ... we started having sex.”

“Are you attracted to her?”

“I don’t think any male wouldn’t be.”

I meant it as a joke, but Lisa frowned for some reason.

“Are you in love with her?”

“Uh, I don’t think so.”

“But you’re happy being with her?”

“I guess.”

“Are you ever going to tell me what’s going on with you and her?” Lisa asked. I could hear the ice in her tone again. Not again.

“If you must know ... I’m having sex with her,” I replied, trying to lighten the mood. I was expecting her to laugh but she frowned again.

“What else?”

“What else what?”

“Are you dating her or something?”

“No ... why would you ask that?”

“You’ve been going out with her on dates.”

“She’s just bringing me out to buy clothes.”

“Then what about dressing up and going for romantic dinners?”

“She wanted me to try on the clothes.”

“I saw you two holding hands.”

“Uh, she said it’s for practice.”

“Practice? You two hug and kiss and touch each other all the time ... even when you’re not having sex. Is that also practice?”

“Um, yeah,” I said. “Do you have a problem with that?”

“I don’t. But you don’t do it with me.”

“You want me to do it with you?”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“Then what did you mean?”

“Something’s up with you two!” Lisa yelled. “Denise refused to say what’s up.”

“What did Denise say when you asked her?”

“She just said you two are fucking.”

“We are.”

“But there’s obviously more! Something’s going on!”

“Why are you so bothered?”

“You used to tell me everything, Ken!” she said. “Now you’re hiding something from me.”

“I’m —”

“Stop lying! You’re definitely hiding something from me!”

“I...”

“After everything I’ve done for you, I didn’t expect you to lie to me, Ken!”

“Lisa, it’s not like that.”

“You’re lying!”

My heart started pounding, so loud I could hear it in my ears. My entire body seemed to vibrate with each beat. My breathing got heavier. It was starting to get harder to breathe.

“I ... I...” My breath was ragged. I couldn’t breathe. “I...”

“Ken?”

“I ... I need ... I...” I couldn’t speak. My lungs felt like they were on fire.

“Sorry ... I ... my...” I was drowning.

Lisa was horrified. “Where’s your medication?”

I pointed to the drawer.

“Ken, can you get up so I can move?”

I leaped away from her. I dropped myself below the bed and hugged my body.

Badum ... Badum ... Badum ... My heart was fighting for breath. But it wouldn’t come.

Lisa returned to my side and passed me the benzo and a glass of water. I swallowed it.

“Just breathe, Ken. Focus on your breathing.”

I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to focus on my breathing. But Lisa’s words rang in my head, ‘You’re lying!’ over and over again like a gong. So loud and alarming in my head that I couldn’t think of anything else.

“I’m sorry ... I’m sorry ... I’m sorry...” I heard these words coming from my mouth over and over again.

I felt Lisa hugging me on the floor. She stroked my back gently. “It’s going to be alright, Ken. Just breathe. In and out ... you’re doing good.”

The words “I’m sorry” continued to reverberate in my skull. Digging deeper and deeper into the depths of my brain. Flashes of memories flit through my mind. I desperately tried to block them out, but they became clearer and clearer.

Until the memory of me kneeling in front of my uncle’s grave was the only thing I could see.

“I’m sorry...” I cried as I stared into my uncle’s grave.

It had been ten years since my uncle had died. But I carried the guilt with me like chains around my heart. Squeezing it so tight, I could hardly breathe.

“I’m sorry...” I couldn’t remember Uncle Hector’s face anymore. Just the memory of his smile. His slightly crooked teeth, stained with decades of smoking and heavy drinking. My favorite smile in the world.