Lily gave head like my dick was a grass-flavored lollipop. She wasn’t bad—she didn’t gag or scrape me with her teeth or anything—but “lackluster” was the best she could do. Christy took that as a personal affront and went overboard to compensate. She swirled. She twirled. She twisted. And she sucked me deep whenever Lily wasn’t in the way.
They traded back and forth a couple of times, but Christy took over when she knew I was close. She bobbed on my shaft and massaged my balls at the same time, while Lily seemed happy to watch. I closed my eyes, and the pressure built until I couldn’t hold back.
Christy moaned when the first spurt coated her tongue. Then she tightened her lips around my shaft and sucked gently as I filled her mouth with semen. When I finally stopped spurting, she pulled back to swallow and catch her breath. Then she took me deep. She didn’t stop until my softening cock entered her throat. Lily’s eyes widened as Christy closed her lips around the base of my shaft.
“Oh, wow.”
I groaned incoherently.
Christy kept right on sucking.
“Will you get hard again?” Lily wondered.
I nodded and concentrated on Christy.
“How long will it take?”
I shrugged and closed my eyes and silently willed her to stop talking.
“Like, for real? ’Cause Will was always one and done.”
I sighed inwardly and stopped the mind control experiment. It clearly hadn’t worked. I said instead, “I’m more of an all-night guy.”
“That’s what Christy said.”
“Yeah, this is just round one.”
“Oh, cool. Do you wanna make out?” she offered. “You can play with my tits. I like that.”
* * *
Christy kept sucking until I grew hard again. Lily was pretty worked up as well, so we spread a blanket on the floor. I fucked Christy while Lily knelt over her face. Then the girls switched positions, and Lily soaked the blanket with her juices. She wasn’t very enthusiastic about sucking dick, but she loved eating pussy and getting fucked at the same time.
We switched positions again, and Lily rode my cock while Christy straddled my face. Lily came first, a moaning orgasm that made me wonder how she’d ever had sex in the dorm without someone calling the police. She collapsed sideways and Christy practically attacked my cock. She sucked me for a couple of minutes before I patted her hip.
“Ride me,” I said. “I wanna come inside you.”
She nodded, spun, and sank onto my cock.
“That’s so cool,” Lily said as she watched.
I held Christy’s hips and pumped my own steadily. I came first, but she wasn’t far behind. She hugged my chest, and her pussy tried to squeeze my cock in half.
We lay together afterward and caught our breath, until Lily interrupted our silent communion.
“I love watching you together. You’re so sweet.”
“Thanks.” Then I added casually, “Will you refill our drinks? Do you mind?”
“Oh, sure! Be right back.”
Christy waited until she’d gone. Then she said in a low voice, “She’s driving me crazy. Can’t you do something?”
“Like what?”
“I don’t know! Put something in her mouth? Ugh. Never mind. Who doesn’t like sucking?”
“Lots of people,” I chuckled.
“No one I know.” She snorted in mild outrage. “She said she did.”
“Maybe she lied. Maybe she wanted to sound cool. Maybe she just wanted you to like her.”
Lily returned from the kitchen. “What’re you talking about?” she asked innocently. “Whoops, spilled some. Lemme get a dishcloth. Be right back.”
I chuckled at Christy’s beleaguered expression. Then I kissed her and sat up. She gasped as the base of my cock pressed her clit.
“You’re going to have to climb off eventually,” I said.
“I suppose.”
Lily returned and wiped up her spill.
Christy closed her eyes and mustered her willpower. Then she slowly swung her leg over mine. My penis flopped forlornly on my thigh.
“Aw,” Lily said. “It looks so sad.”
“Eh, he’ll perk up eventually. In the meantime, do we wanna watch the porn movie we brought?”
“I can’t hide anything from you,” Christy complained.
“Nope. Which one did you bring?”
“It’s a new one. Broo— It came last week. It’s called Memphis Cathouse Blues.”
“Sounds like fun,” I said. “It’s in the little zippered bag in our room?”
“Yes, Mr. Smarty-pants.”
“Perfect. I’ll go get it.”
* * *
The long day finally caught up with Lily. She started yawning about halfway through the movie, so we decided to turn it off and go to bed—separately. She complained that the sheets on her bed reminded her of Will, so Christy and I helped her change them. Then we said goodnight and retreated to the privacy of our own bedroom.
“Oh my gosh,” Christy said as she slid under the covers, “you’re never going to let me plan things again, are you?”
I shrugged and climbed in beside her. “It wasn’t so bad.”
“Says Mr. Positive.”
I chuckled and turned off the bedside lamp. Then I put my arm around her, and she waited for me to get settled before she slid her leg over mine possessively.
“Thank you for taking such good care of me,” she said. “Sometimes I forget how lucky I am. Then you remind me.”
“It’s my job.”
“Well, you’re very good at it. Unlike Will. Ugh. I can’t believe he was such a jerk. Although,” she added, “I can see how Lily might not be so easy to live with.”
“She’s pretty enough that I don’t think anyone’s ever called her on her behavior. Or, if they have, she simply shrugged it off and moved on. She isn’t bad,” I mused. “She’s just young. And a little self-centered.”
“You can say that again.”
“But most guys probably don’t care. They’re just happy she’s paying attention to them.” I pointedly didn’t mention that I’d fallen for that.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right. And… um… maybe I was like that.” She laughed. “I felt that, Mr. Eyebrows. Don’t act so surprised. I like attention too, especially from someone like Lily. But now that we know her, she makes me appreciate Wren even more. Brooke too.” She paused and let out a sigh. “I wish Terri had been more like them.”
“Me too.”
“Speaking of which…,” she added.
I felt a surge of hope but tried to suppress it. She was right about Terri, and I needed to put her out of my mind.
“I think you should plan our swinging parties from now on,” Christy continued. “I like it better when you’re in charge. I know it isn’t your job, but—”
“It’s my job if we say it is.”
“Thank you. I’ll add it to the Handbook. Our version. Page three.”
“Sounds like a plan,” I chuckled.
“And… um… I still want to do something with another guy.”
“With Trip?”
“I… don’t know. He doesn’t seem so bad. Not after Will. I still don’t like him sometimes, but…” She shrugged. “He’s really good to Wren. He’s affectionate. Even sweet.”
I nodded.
“And he’s good for you. I didn’t see it at first. I thought he was trying to take you away, like he took Wren.” She fell silent for a moment. “I… wasn’t very happy last year.”
“Neither was I. It just took me a while to realize it.”
“We’re both so stubborn.”
“You can say that again.”
She laughed softly and kissed my chest. “Anyway, I’m starting to like Trip again. He really cares. About you, I mean.”
“He does. And I care about him. I love him,” I admitted.
“You remind me so much of Laurie right now. He always saw the best in people. And he loved them for it.” She caressed my chest. Then she laughed, soft and affectionate. “You’re better in one way.”
“Oh?”