First Orgasm

The air in Marco's room was dense, charged with the images that Lucy's words had painted. He was incredibly aroused, his penis an iron bar against his belly. He moved closer to her, his voice a hoarse murmur filled with a strange mix of pride and desire. "I'm very happy to know they made you feel good," he told her. "That's what the deal was for. For you to be happy."

He settled between her naked legs, the heat emanating from her enveloping him. Lucy knew how aroused he was; she could feel it, see it in his dark, dilated eyes. And knowing it made her even wetter, if that was even possible. Her own body was buzzing, longing for an end to the tension that had been building all afternoon.

"If you think about it," she said, her voice a seductive whisper that played on his insecurities, "you wouldn't be the first man to taste my pussy anymore. The neighbor and Alex already tasted it, indirectly. They smelled my panties, savored them. They already know what I smell like, what I taste like."

Each word was like throwing gasoline on the fire. The idea that other men had a glimpse of her flavor, a forbidden knowledge that had been denied to him, made Marco incredibly hard. He moved closer and closer to her crotch, his face inches from her blonde pubic hair. Lucy, feeling his intention, opened her legs wider, a silent and definitive invitation.

She wanted to make one last play, one that was incredibly risky. She was so aroused she felt she didn't need it, but the idea of putting all the power, the entire final decision in his hands, was the perfect culmination of their game.

"You could get a condom from the drawer," she said, her voice trembling slightly from her own audacity. "And we could lose our virginity. Here. Right now."

The proposal hit him like a wave, so unexpected and overwhelming that he almost pulled back. But Lucy's next words anchored him in the moment.

"Of course," she continued, with a mischievous smile. "You wouldn't know what a virgin pussy tastes like anymore... but you could be the first to use one. What do you say, Marco? Lose our virginity or eat my pussy?"

The choice was **** and ecstasy. Marco was so aroused he felt like he was going to explode. But the idea of tasting her, the flavor of her pussy, had become his obsession over the last week. It was the final prize, the summit of the mountain he had been climbing through humiliation and jealousy. Without another thought, he dove in.

His face buried between her thighs. With his fingers, he gently parted the folds of her lips and, for the first time, his tongue touched her clitoris.

Lucy had no words left. A gasp escaped her lips. Finally. Finally, someone had tasted her virgin pussy. And deep inside her, a wave of relief and joy washed over her knowing that it was him. That it was Marco.

He began to lick her, shyly at first, then with a growing eagerness. She moaned louder and louder, arching her back, her hands clinging to the sheets.

"It tastes... it tastes incredible," he murmured against her skin, his voice muffled. "It's so sweet..."

Lucy's taste was exquisite, intoxicating. A mix of sweetness and musk that sent spasms through his own hard penis. Lucy moaned uncontrollably, her hips beginning to move to the rhythm of his tongue.

"Oh, Marco! Yes! Like that!" she praised her boyfriend, feeling on cloud nine, floating in a haze of pure pleasure.

After a few seconds that felt like an eternity, she felt an incredible tension build at the base of her spine. Her body tensed completely and then, she exploded. She had her first orgasm. A wave of pleasure so intense and overwhelming that it left her breathless. Her body convulsed in spasms, her legs trembling uncontrollably.

"I've never... never felt anything like that!" she cried out between gasps. "It feels so good!"

He felt her orgasm, and through her, Marco felt that he was having one too, a connection so deep it was almost mystical.

But he didn't stop. Even after her spasms subsided, Marco continued to savor her pussy, licking the juices of her orgasm, determined to make her feel good, to give her all the pleasure that had been denied to her. He worked so hard, with such dedication, that Lucy, to her own surprise, felt the tide begin to rise again. She had a second orgasm, this one longer and deeper than the first. And then another.

He spent almost fifteen minutes sucking her pussy, worshipping her with his mouth, until Lucy was completely exhausted, her legs shaking so violently she couldn't control them.

Finally, he pulled away, his face shining and his lips swollen. He lay down beside her on the rumpled bed. Lucy, feeling completely spent, turned and hugged him, her sweaty body pressed against his.

She was exhausted, satisfied, and, for the first time in a long time, completely at peace. The game, for now, was over. And the winner, without a doubt, had been him.