Lydia becomes addicted

Lydia rolled the dice, but it got caught in a few loose strands of her hair that were sitting on the table, landing on 1. Her piece moved forward one space, onto a red space. A mental transformation.

Lydia: Crap! That's so annoying! This god damn hair makes me want to scream!

She looked around for something to scream into and noticed a cushion lying on the floor. Unknown to her, this was the same cushion that Ethan had cum into minutes before. She pressed the cushion to her face and screamed, with only a muffled noise heard by the others.

Lydia: (panting) Fine. Maybe it will be good, like Ethan's.

Ethan couldn't help but notice that, as Lydia removed her face from the cushion, a drop of cum was smeared on the corner of her mouth. Embarrassed, Ethan could not find the courage to tell her.

Lydia picked up a card from the top of the mental transformation deck and read it aloud.

Lydia: "You buried your face into it. Clearly you cannot live without it". Huh? What does that mean? Can I not live without cushions?

Lydia absentmindedly licked her lips. Ethan watched on as she licked up his cum from around her mouth.

Lydia: Mmm. Something just tasted amazing! What was it?

Georgia: What are you talking about Lyd? You didn't eat anything?

Lydia: I know but whatever I could just taste, I need more of it!

It was at this point that the meaning of Lydia's card dawned on Ethan. Lydia could not live without cum. He grew concerned at the sight of his friend sniffing the air in search of more.

Lydia could smell something wonderful, but she could not quite figure out what it was. It seemed to be emanating from the cushion she had screamed into only moments before. Almost like an animal, Lydia pounced on the cushion and began to lick it vigorously.

Georgia: Uhhh Lyd?

Lydia continued to lick the cushion, taking no notice of her friends.

Oliver: Well that's a weird one. I guess we should just let her finish and then continue?

The group sat waiting idly, trying not to look at the strange sight in front of them. Eventually Lydia realised that the taste had faded and there was nothing left to lick up. Pulling the cushion away from her, she could still smell that wonderful scent around her. She noticed that it was coming from two directions, Seb's crotch and Ethan's crotch. The situation then dawned on Lydia. She had become addicted to cum...

Oliver: Hey Lyd? Are you done now?

Lydia: Oh. Yeah, sorry guys.

Ethan: Don't worry Lyd. It was the game's fault.

Georgia: Besides, I think you got off lightly. It only made you lick a cushion for a little while.

Lydia: (Laughing nervously) Yeah...

Seb quickly grabbed the dice, urging the other's to get playing again.

Seb: Enough of this, let's actually try and get this thing finished.

Seb rolled the dice...

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