You decide to leave

You had known what the deal was. Put on a show for Lucy, and she would pay you a favor in return. Given what you've seen so far, receiving a blowjob is about the least objectionable thing that she might ask you to do. But still in the moment you didn't want any of it.

She wouldn't let you off so easy if you change your mind now, anyway. So instead of receiving a blowjob you would be giving one. Or licking up cum. Or getting bukkaked. Or all of the above. You certainly don't want any of these, and given what just happened, it's difficult to imagine that you would be able to **** yourself to do any of those anyway.

So, you get dressed and slink away, much to Lucy's disappointment. At least you had got to see her almost naked; that certainly refreshed your fantasy material.

When you get home a few minutes later, you head straight to bed. But after all that you've seen tonight, you can't go to bed without jerking off.

You revive your old fantasy of Lucy on her knees, enthusiastically sucking a load of cum out of you. The image is revitalized by the new image of Lucy in her tiny bra and thong, allowing you to see most of her huge tits and ass as she sucks the cum out of you.

Soon, though, the image of Lucy sucking Tom's cock starts to creep into your mind. It's not just an imagined fantasy; you saw it happening. Soon James is there too, waiting for his turn in the blowjob-turned-blowbang. This is even less fantastic: James is probably being sucked off right now, just a few minutes away.

Just imagine what could have been: you with your cock inside Lucy's mouth, or pounding her pussy. You wonder how they manage to do it: are they all secretly gay or bisexual? Or are they just willing to work harder to get what they want?

At this you start to have second thoughts. You're not weak-willed; why couldn't you overcome your initial disgust and do what's necessary to get what you want from Lucy? Less than an hour ago you were sure that you would be willing to do anything she asked. Now you wished you were. You need to find a way.

As a test you try to recall the image of Dale being blown by Tom and James, and try to imagine the sensation without visualising their faces. This isn't too disturbing: you've fantasized about this plenty of times with women, and the imagined sensation is enough to keep you aroused and hard as you jerk yourself.

Next you reverse the roles: you imagine that now you are sucking a cock, with Lucy kneeling alongside you. You imagine her reaching down to jerk you off, this being enough to sustain your arousal. Then you take the next test: you press some fingers in your mouth, which you suck as you jerk yourself. It's difficult to focus on Lucy's imagined handjob in the face of the real sensation. But the thought of her excitement is enough, with your mind's eye picturing her pussy dripping as she watches you move up and down the cock. You keep going, forcing yourself to imagine Dale coming in your mouth as you orgasm.

It surprises you that you were still able to orgasm under these conditions. Maybe you really had make a mistake. There's one final test: you imagine Lucy telling you to swallow, and you scoop up some cum on your fingers and place it in your mouth. It's warm, and tastes disgusting. But you imagine Lucy grinning ecstatically, and manage to swallow it.

You didn't enjoy what you just did. But you proved that you could do it. With this you know that you need to go back. Hopefully it's not too late. You text Lucy: "I'm sorry I left, I don't know what I was thinking. When I got home, I realized what a mistake I made. I'll do whatever your want if it means I can join you guys again. "

A few minutes later, your phone beeps. "I hoped you'd say that," Lucy replies. "Come back tomorrow morning at ten. Try to do some jaw stretches in the meantime. If you want to be one of us, then you'll need to show that you really mean it."

It seems you were right about what you will need to do. You try not to think too about it as you drift off to sleep, nervously excited for the day ahead.