10-Minute Story

David

The door closes and the sound of the lock is like a starting pistol. Ten minutes. David turns to her, his eyes shining with an eagerness that scares and excites her in equal parts. He wastes no time on words. He lunges at her, his mouth seeking Lucy's in a hungry, **** kiss. His hands roam her body, squeezing her waist, her buttocks, her thighs. The kisses descend down her neck, over her shoulders, down the valley between her breasts.

Lucy is incredibly aroused. A part of her wants him to stop, for the situation to end, but her body betrays her, arching against him, her hands tangling in his hair. She doesn't want him to stop. David knows he doesn't have much time. His attention focuses completely on her breasts. He sucks them, licks them, bites them gently, whispering obscenities against her skin.

"Fuck, Lucy... they taste so good..." he says, his voice a muffled murmur. "They're perfect... I always imagined them like this..."

Every word, every lick, sends an electric shock through her, making her moan. She is so wet she can feel her own juices running down her thighs. He sucks harder on one of her nipples and she sees stars. Right next to the areola, she feels a more intense pressure, a pull that is a mix of pain and sharp pleasure. She knows it will leave a mark. A memory.

Between moans, he gently pushes her to her knees. He was already masturbating as he touched her, his cock hard and shiny with pre-cum. The end is easy and fast, almost inevitable. She takes his penis in her mouth and, with the image of her marked breasts still burning in her mind, he comes with an explosive ****, a torrent of hot semen filling her throat.

Alex

Silence reigns again in the room. The air is thick, heavy with the smell of sex and sweat. Alex looks at her with an almost animalistic lechery, his eyes devouring her. He masturbates slowly as he watches her, without hiding it. He too knows that time is running out. He approaches and, without a word, tries to slip a hand between her legs, searching for her pussy.

She stops him, her hand intercepting his. "No," she whispers, her voice trembling but firm. "That's a very special place. Not yet."

He growls, frustrated. His hand moves faster on his own erection. "My girlfriend lets me taste her pussy," he says, his voice a reproach. "I come really fast when I do."

Lucy is dying to feel it, to know what it's like. But she refuses. However, the idea of him, so frustrated, so needy, excites her. "There might be an exception," she says, and hope illuminates Alex's face. He thinks he's going to touch her pussy.

But she stands up and, with deliberate slowness, takes off her panties. She stands before him, completely naked, and opens her legs just enough for him to see her small, virgin pussy from a distance. "Here," she says, handing him the soaked panties. "I'm giving them to you. So you can masturbate with them."

He takes the garment, brings it to his face, and smells it deeply, closing his eyes in ecstasy. Then, he brings her to her knees again. "Suck it," he orders.

While she does, he gives her a new instruction. "Use one hand to jerk me off," he says, his voice choked. "And the other... I want you to use the other to touch yourself. I want to hear you moan. I love hearing women moan."

Lucy obeys. At first, her own touches are clumsy, almost clinical. Her left hand moves up and down on Alex's cock, while her right hand fumbles for her own clitoris. But then she finds it. A small button of nerves that she had never truly explored before. She begins to rub it, gently at first, then with more pressure.

The sensation is overwhelming. It feels better and better. Her own moans begin to escape, genuine and ****, mixing with Alex's. She is about to come, she feels an incredible tension building inside her, a pleasure so intense she is about to scream, a near-orgasm that has her on the edge of a cliff.

But right at that moment, her ecstasy is interrupted by the hot spurts of the boy's semen. He has come all over, splashing her breasts and part of her face with his sperm. She remains there, on her knees, trembling, her breath ragged and her body half-satisfied.

Exhausted, she lies back on the bed, her body still vibrating, her mind blank.

Silence filled Marco's room. An hour had passed since Lucy arrived. They were both naked on the bed, the afternoon twilight enveloping them. Marco was leaning back on some pillows, with a furious erection that had not diminished for a moment. Lucy was sitting beside him, her legs crossed.

With every word that left her mouth, she painted the scene in his mind with brutal clarity. She omitted no detail: not the taste of David's semen, not the hickey on her breast, not the sight of Alex smelling her panties, not the sensation of her own hand on her clitoris while her mouth worked on another cock.

Marco listened, his face a mask of concentration, his knuckles white from how tightly he gripped the sheets. Envy, humiliation, and an arousal so deep it was almost spiritual fought within him.

And so, lying in the dim light, was how Lucy told Marco, detail by detail, exactly what had happened during those twenty minutes at Javier's house.