Something for Something

A week passed. A week in which the dynamic between Lucy and Marco transformed completely. His bedroom became the stage for a new obsession. Lucy enjoyed every encounter.

Maybe, deep down, it was guilt over what had happened with David; a guilt that made her feel she owed Marco total access to her body. And he collected on it with enthusiasm. Every time they met at his house, the session ended the same way: with Marco kneeling between her legs, devouring her pussy until she was left trembling and exhausted.

However, the game they had started still had its echoes. On one occasion, midweek, Lucy snuck out without Marco knowing. An insistent and pleading message from Javier had convinced her to meet him at the park. He was waiting for her with an obvious erection, ready to receive what he now considered his by right: another "special blowjob." But Lucy, feeling in control, refused.

"Not today," she told him firmly, even as she knelt before him on the hidden bench. "It's not necessary. I'm not tired."

She gave him a normal blowjob, quick, efficient. Javier's frustration was palpable as she wiped her mouth and left, leaving him unsatisfied and furious. The "normal" blowjob was no longer enough for him.

Frustrated, Javier decided to change tactics. If the pawn wouldn't obey, he would go talk to the king. A couple of days passed and he sought out Marco alone at school, cornering him near the locker rooms.

"Hey," he said, his voice a mix of complicity and demand. "We need another blowjob session with Lucy. David and I have been talking. We want a repeat."

Marco felt the usual pang of jealousy, but it was almost instantly overshadowed by a calculating thought. He had been eating Lucy's pussy for a week, an experience that had him addicted. But every time she masturbated him, or every time he came, he remembered her confession: "I can take it all in my mouth now." He wanted that. He wanted that mouth, trained by his friends, to be his too.

And now, Javier was handing him the leverage to get it.

"I don't know, Javier," Marco said, feigning indifference. "Lucy has been busy. I'll think about it."

That afternoon, the usual scene repeated. They were in Marco's bed. She was already naked, her legs open, and he was in his favorite place, his tongue working skillfully on her clitoris. Lucy was moaning, her body arching, her hands gripping the shorts.

In the midst of her ecstasy, Marco lifted his head for a second.

"Javier talked to me today," he murmured against her wet skin, before licking her again.

"Mmm... yeah?" she moaned, her mind barely registering the words.

"He wants... (his tongue traced her inner lip)... another session. Him... and David."

Lucy tensed, a shiver running through her. The image of that afternoon, the pain, the pleasure, the fear... it all came rushing back. But, mixed with the fear, she felt an undeniable spark of arousal. The idea of being the center of so many men's attention again, added to the intense pleasure Marco was giving her at that very instant, made her moan louder.

Marco felt her reaction. He felt the new flow of wetness against his mouth. "You like it," he stated, it wasn't a question. "The idea excites you, doesn't it?"

"Mmm... yes, Marco... don't stop...!" she pleaded.

"I have a deal for you," he said, his voice vibrating against her. "If you like the idea, if it excites you so much... you have to compensate me for it."

He raised his head and looked at her, his eyes dark and feverish. "Let them do it. Let Javier and David have you. But after... after you're finished with them, you'll come here. And you'll finally give me oral sex."

Lucy, lost in a sea of sensations, with her pussy throbbing under her boyfriend's expert tongue and her mind full of the perverse images he was proposing, couldn't do anything else.

"Yes!" she cried out. "Yes, Marco, I accept!"

She accepted, although in a corner of her mind, fear struck her: What if David, or Javier, demanded a "special blowjob" again? What if this time she couldn't refuse?