Lucy's Diary

Lucy put the day down on paper like she wanted someone to find it later. She started with the date, then let the rest come out raw. She’d been aching for attention, and the two men who turned up gave it to her without mercy. She opened her mouth first. The taste of one filled her throat while the second knelt behind her, parting her ass with slick fingers. Lucy wrote that the sting bloomed into heat fast, and she pushed back to take him deeper. Her pencil skipped when the second cock slid inside her from behind, stretching her tight ring until she moaned around the shaft already on her tongue. They moved her between them, one moment filling both holes at once, the next pulling free so she could swallow each length in turn. Blonde hair clung to her cheek, mascara ran, and the diary page smudged under her palm. She scribbled that her thighs shook every time they drove in together, that the burn in her ass mixed with the heavy fullness in her cunt until she came hard enough to drop the pen. When it was over, they finished across her face. Warm ropes hit her lips, her lashes, the corner of her open mouth. She tasted them both on her tongue before the last drops fell. Lucy closed the book, left it on the nightstand, and went to wash her face, satisfied that every filthy word was now exactly where it belonged.