Exorcism

"Is... Hans... I mean, Hannelore, I'm sorry, I didn't... I didn't know, I wouldn't have misgendered you like that if... Shit, I'm so sorry", stammers Claire. Hannelore doesn't seem to notice, eyes fixated at her new member, mouth agape.

"I thought you were just like... you know, I thought it was the religious stuff that made you like, awkward. I didn't realize you were... you know, that you were...", Claire trails off. Remembering her exposed state she closes her knees and brings them up to her chin. "So... when did you... like, transition?"

Hannelore incredulously brings a hand to the penis sticking out of her crotch. She's never seen one up close before. Definitely never touched one. It's different than she imagined. The colored spiral pattern looks strange. She strokes it with her index finger, and it feels... Good.

"It's incredibly brave of you to show me this Hannelore, I really appreciate the trust you are giving me". Claire is babbling now. The intrigue she felt before is stronger than ever, but it's mixed with a lot of embarrassment and uncertainty and guilt.

You pull your eyes away from the scene for a moment. Placing the QEBP back on the table, you inspect your penis vulva centerpiece. It's actually quite striking. You're exhausted and pull up the chair again. It'd be nice if someone else could do the moving for once; your sedentary lifestyle has not prepared you for this much thrusting every day. Claire is also exhausted, but Hannelore is still fresh...

You push more of your desire onto Hannelore, then check back in.

Hannelore is breathing heavily as her hand is now gently holding the penis with three fingers. Claire is continuing her excuses, but is realising she's not getting a lot of feedback. Gradually taking in the scene in front of her, she looks down at Hannelore's crotch, then up again. Then down. And up. "So uhm... Hannelore, you don't need to... there's no need to be embarrassed, I'm not... I don't think badly of you or... anything, you know? If there's something you want, you can... I mean, I can... you know..."

Hannelore finally looks up at her flatmate. Her mouth is open, and she doesn't seem to know how to focus her eyes. "Huh?", she lets out, and swallows.

"I mean... like... if you wanted me to... I don't know, you wanted me to see you right? And I do, and I accept you! You're, you're beautiful, you're just great, you are... uhm..."

You decide to move things along. Carefully focusing, you push about a quarter of the arousal you did before into Claire. The effect is immediate and obvious.

"And, and, and, I understand COMPLETELY if you wanted to uh... try it ou- I mean, share intimacy, the uh, cock in my, No! The trust you wanted me to uh... Ah, fuck it". Claire doesn't even finish talking before spreading her legs again and practically lunging forward, grabbing Hannelore's / your dick in her hand. She looks up at Hannelore, holding the cock next to her face, and asks "Yeah? Right? This is what you, yeah?"

When Hannelore, still processing, doesn't immediately respond, Claire says "Right!", slaps her hand away and envelops the head in her mouth, sucking hard. She pushes forward, but she's not as orally gifted as Viv and only gets her lips part way down the shaft. You close your eyes and enjoy the wet warmth you share with Hannelore, whose hands are moving frantically in the air above Claire's head. She's panicking, but it's a good kind of panic. Maybe. She wants to run and hide, but she also doesn't want this to ever stop, but she's also feeling guilty because it's so fucking good, but maybe that's okay but maybe it's not, and there's a whole lot going on here.

"He has given me His tool to bless my sinful friend, it would be blasphemous to reject His gift". This reasoning is even thinner than the one you tried on Mrs Daniels, but you're beginning to understand something about how people work. If there's no one or nothing external to tell them otherwise, they will go with their gut if it tells them what they want to hear. And right now, you're the gut.

"She is drawn to His holiness, I must smite the demon while she is willing"

Still panicking, still conflicted, but with no other options immediately available to her, Hannelore acts. She throws herself onto Claire who falls backwards with a happy shriek, dick popping out of her mouth. They entangle in a pile, Hannelore's pants around her ankles, and her pale, bare ass showing beneath her cardigan. She struggles to hold down a completely unresisting Claire, who is smiling and making excited noises. "Hans, I didn't... Sorry, Hannelore! I didn't know you could be like this!"

Hannelore's face is a study in contrasts. She's horny - so horny - but focused, and scared, and guilty, and excited, and eager. Expressions flitter and flee across her face, and are not missed by Claire. "Relax Han! I'm down for it, it's fine!"

"Must get the... the uhm... ugh... I have to... you... gotta help you Claire..."

"Oh, uh... Yes!" Claire seems to catch on. "Yes, please do, you are such a good friend Hannelore, I mean it, please help me!"

Hannelore grapples awkwardly for a bit until she manages to pin Claire's wrists by her shoulders, straddling her stomach. Claire sports a big grin and lifts her chin up, giving a better view of her neck and chest. "I really need your help Lore... Is Lore okay? No offense, you obviously chose it cause you like it, but 'Hannelore' is kind of a mouthful"

"I- I will... I will... please be quiet when I... I need to...". Hannelore is breathing fast and hard, taking her hands off Claire's wrists and scooting down until her new, hard dick is on top of Claire's vulva. "I just need to... figure this... uhm..."

"Oh sweetie, let me help!" says Claire, and grabs the cock again, sending a shiver through Hannelore. She pushes it down, parting her labias and rubbing the head on her clit, spreading her juices on you and Hannelore.

Hannelore is getting lost in the sensations, beginning to forget her principles, her guilt and anxieties. Maybe this is alright after all? She bucks a little bit against Claire's clit, causing the prone woman to giggle.

You're leaning back in your chair, enjoying the feeling, looking down at your dick moving by its own accord, as it is gently bent and pushed and rubbed, tended to by unseen hands. You dare to carefully push more desire into Hannelore, but just as you are about to do so Claire grabs your glans between her thumb and index finger and gives it a rub. The feeling is intense, and you lose your cool, giving Hannelore a full dose of capital H Horny.

She shakes, and screams, and makes an almost mooing noise as she madly begins to thrust. "Haha, gets them every time!" exclaims Claire joyously and tries to get the wild pumping cock to actually penetrate her, Hannelore just fucking air and labia in her inexperienced delirium.

You're hit with the empathic feedback of Hannelore's lust, and accidentally push yourself over the edge, going into the same reckless urge for satisfaction as her. You roar, and grasp for Claire's body that you can only see in your mind's eye. Finding nothing, you look around, and see that the QEBP has once more reacted according to your unsolicited need, transforming into a beautiful ass on your table. You leap out of the chair and practically bodyslam yourself into it. You miss, again, and summoning up all your willpower you take half a second to grab each cheek, prying them apart with your thumbs and pushing your cock into the hole betwixt. There's some resistance, but you've previously suspected the QEBP helps out with this, and your cockhead is slowly engulfed in Claire's ass.

"GAH! Wrong hole! Not there!", shrieks Claire, and lifts her hips up, just in time for one of Hannelore's thrusts to drive your shared cock all the way into her pussy with a wet slap. You push a double measure of arousal into Claire, and her protests turn to unintelligible shouts and primal screams, as her muscles relax and you fall the rest of the way into her, hilting her ass loudly. Wasting no time, you pull back and ram it in again, beginning a mad frenzy of **** ass fucking.

The three of you are an undignified sight, as you each hump and buck and gyrate without ever hitting a rhythm or stride, each stroke being almost sublime in its lack of artistry.

Claire comes first, twice in rapid succession, and her orgasm hits you like an unexpected finger on your prostate, sending shockwaves through your body and making you spurt a small jet of cum into her duplicate ass and main pussy via Hannelore. You don't stop though, can't yet, and your thrusts become more frenetic, more erratic. Hannelore looks like she's found God at long last, eyes rolling in her head, mouth open and making noises you can't be sure would be more at home at a zoo or in a choir.

She comes, and the spasms that shake her body make her fall back on the bed, cock flying out in an arc of fluids. At that same moment, having experienced your second second-hand orgasm, you come for real, and a massive geyser of cum erupts, trailing a line in the air that settles all over both women, covering Claire's stomach, breasts and face, and Hannelore's cardigan. You groan and shake, sliding off your chair as all three of you are lost in your reverberating orgasms.