The Condom Test

David opened the foil packet. The latex condom, slightly yellowed with time, fell into his hand. He was about to unroll it, but he stopped. He looked at Lucy, who was standing in front of him, **** and expectant, and a new idea, bolder and riskier, crossed his mind.

"Before I test it," he said, his voice a soft murmur, "get on the bed in doggy style. It'll be more comfortable for you."

Lucy, now completely under his spell, obeyed without hesitation. She got on the bed and got on all fours, offering him her back and her rear. The position made her feel incredibly exposed, and the anticipation of what was to come sent an electric shock straight to her crotch.

David knelt behind her. Instead of putting on the condom, he set it aside. With one of his fingers, he gently brushed her pussy, which was already soaked in her own juices. "I'm just going to lubricate you a little," he whispered in her ear, his hot breath making her skin prickle. "That way, when we test it, it won't hurt."

He inserted the tip of his finger into her, barely a centimeter, and began to rub her clitoris with his thumb. For Lucy, who had never been touched like this before, the sensation was explosive, overwhelming. A sharp moan escaped her lips, a mix of surprise and a pleasure so intense she could barely stand it. "Oh, yes...!" she moaned. "It feels so good! Keep going!"

Her encouragement, her moans, were music to David's ears. He got even more aroused hearing her, feeling how her body responded to his touch. He waited, continuing the caresses, feeling how she was getting more and more lost in the fog of pleasure, until he knew the most critical moment of her arousal had arrived—the moment when her judgment would be most clouded.

Then, with a tone of false disappointment, he told her: "You're right. This condom is old. I think it could hold up if I were to penetrate the vagina of an experienced woman, one who was already open. But on a virgin, as tight as you... it would break for sure."

Lucy, who was already imagining giving him that famous blowjob with a condom, the "safe" version they had agreed on, felt a pang of disappointment. "Oh," was all she could say between moans.

"But," David continued, his voice becoming a conspiratorial whisper, "I have a solution. A way to make it safe." He paused, letting the anticipation build. "What if I penetrate you without the condom, just a little? Just enough to open your vagina a bit, to prepare it. And then, when you're ready, I'll put the condom on and we'll finish."

The logic was, again, perverse and twisted, but Lucy wasn't thinking clearly. Her moans were louder now, as David's fingers continued their work, moving in and out of her, his thumb rubbing her clitoris mercilessly. She hesitated, her mind fighting her body, but the battle was lost.

David pressed on, aware that he was about to lose his opportunity if he let her think clearly, if he let her emerge from the storm of pleasure he had plunged her into.