Remember Her Sorority Days

Lois got on her knees as the pair in front of her got their dicks out—the ghost, manipulating the body of the man he possessed, had a textbook cock, a little on the skinny side. The demon's was more impressive, a vibrant yellow womb-scraper that might have been eight or nine inches when hard.

It brought back memories of...well, Lois thought of them as happier days now.

When her sorority sisters would tell her to assume the position and Lois would drop to her knees, wherever she was and whatever she was doing. Her jaw would fall open, mouth already salivating as Pavlovian training kicked in.

"Our sorority prides itself on its oral skills," Juanita had told Lois, bringing the strap-on to the journalism student's mouth. "You're going to learn to not just suck any cock, but to love it."

It had been a game, of course. The kind of game that bored and often highly stressed young women got into. Experimenting with their sexuality, daring each other to go further. They all had their strap-ons, they all took turns. Then after finals, the girls had pooled their money to hire a male stripper...

Lois' cheeks flushed. It hadn't been her proudest moment, that first blowjob. But they had all done it. It had been a bonding experience. One that, quite honestly, she kind of missed now that work took up so much of her time. So she knelt and waited, a little flutter of nervous anticipation in her belly.

The boys seemed to be having trouble getting hard. Etrigan grumbled.

Awaiting her food

There she sits!

If help you would

Show us your tits!

With a sigh, Lois flipped up her shirt and pulled down the bra. Her soft pink nipples poked out into the warm air, already growing erect, reflecting her own excitement.

It helped. The shafts grew harder...Lois could feel their gazes locked upon her breasts. But neither of them seemed ready to cum just yet.

"Come here," Lois held out her hands. "I'll help."