Next Game

A couple of weeks passed, and Marco's bedroom became a confessional and a laboratory of pleasure. The first week was a whirlwind of discovery. Lying on his bed, Lucy, for the first time, took Marco's penis in her hand. While she masturbated him, with a clumsy but intentional skill, she confessed in full detail what had happened with Javier in her room. She told him how he had touched her, how he had devoured her breasts, and how he had left her breathless.

"He wanted a blowjob," she confessed to him one day, her hand moving faster. "Do you know what that is, Marco?"

"Yes," he replied, his voice choked with pleasure. "Yes, I know what it is."

Every encounter followed the same pattern: she would detail what she felt and what she did with Javier, and every word, every shared memory, became the fuel that lit the bonfire of Marco's desire. Lucy loved seeing him like that, so aroused, so lost in the story of her own mischief. Finally, after one of her stories, Marco came in her hand. Lucy looked at semen for the first time, feeling its sticky warmth in the palm of her hand, a tangible proof of the power she had over him.

The second week, Lucy's game became more perverse. She confessed to Marco that Javier wouldn't stop harassing her at school with knowing looks and smiles. And during their encounters, in the midst of their caresses, Lucy would begin to whisper in his ear: "Mmm, it would be so nice to feel Javier's caresses again..." Those words made Marco even more aroused, almost frantic.

For his part, he became bolder. He kissed her with a possessive fury and touched her breasts with a longing that bordered on desperation, greedily sucking the nipples that had already been tasted by Javier, as if he wanted to erase his friend's mark with his own. In every encounter, Lucy would be left in only her panties, hoping that he would finally dare to go further, to touch her where no one had touched her. She loved his caresses, much more than Javier's, but she wanted more. She wanted something that Marco, for some reason, didn't dare to give her.

What does it feel like to be touched by a man? she asked herself. And in that question, she decided what the next step in their relationship would be.

One afternoon, in one of their encounters, Marco had been completely satisfied after his orgasm. They were both lying down, holding each other, in the calm that follows the storm.

"I have a proposal," Lucy said softly, her voice breaking the silence. "A new game. But this time, you'll be involved."

She got off the bed and, under Marco's astonished gaze, took off her panties. She stood before him, completely naked. For the first time in his life, Marco was looking at a woman's pussy. And for the first time in her life, Lucy was completely naked in front of a man. The vulnerability made her blush from head to toe.

"I'm allowing you to be the first man to see my vagina," she said, her voice trembling but firm. "And to see me completely naked."

She let him watch her, let him burn her image into his mind. "But next weekend," she continued, "I'll ask Javier to let us go to his house again. The three of us. But this time it will be a different game. We'll play truth or dare."

She explained the rules. "I will do any dare you ask of me, Marco. Anything. But if Javier suggests anything sexual in his dares, I'll say no. Unless... unless you order me to do it."

She clarified her own motivation. "I want to feel someone perform oral sex on me. I've read on the internet that it's something very satisfying and that it's a way to have sex without losing your virginity. And also," she added, looking him directly in the eyes, "I am willing to perform oral sex, if you desire it."

The final proposal landed like a bombshell. "So you, Marco, will have total control of my body. You can decide if you want to be the first man to receive a blowjob from me, or if you let it be Javier. And you can be the first man to taste my pussy... or you can let him be the one."

The situation was so incredibly perverse and exciting that Marco felt his penis, already soft from his orgasm, come back to life, becoming as hard as a rock. He accepted without hesitation.

Lucy looked at his erection and smiled. "It's up to you now to be the first man, or not, to receive and taste my virgin pussy."

She began to get dressed, getting ready to leave. But just before she left, she stopped. She put a hand between her legs, directly on her pussy, and with her fingertips, she touched it, wetting them with her juices. She pulled them out and, before Marco could react, she put them in his mouth.

"Taste my juices," she whispered, her face inches from his. "It's up to you to be the first to taste them directly from my vagina."

Without another word, she left for her house, leaving Marco alone on his bed, with a furious erection and her taste in his mouth.