Aftershock Lucy

My mouth was dry. Lucy's performance had been just as grotesque as Mathilde's. She was still on her knees, her bare ass on her heels and breathing heavily from her orgasm.

As she talked about her blowjob, she seemed to be doing it on an imaginary demon, as she rode it, I imagined myself lying beneath her now, my flesh digging into hers. She might not even have noticed.

My flesh was willing and ready. Hard, my privates stood out from me, bulging the pajamas, lifting the covers so that I could no longer hide it. I knew they were aware of my condition and yet I tried to hide it. I wanted to jump up and go straight under the cold shower.

Lucy slowly stood up, tidied her dress and sat back in her seat obediently.

“Maybe,” my voice broke again, ”maybe we can skip the third part? Surely you too, Kendra, were seduced by the demon and gave yourself over to it?”

“In principle, yes, but it was a little different for me. There were two of them. And they were women.”

“Oh Lord,” I thought, “let this chalice pass me by!”