Orgasms and Exhaustion

The latex of the condom was a thin barrier, but it didn't diminish the intensity. David, with renewed vigor, thrusted into Lucy hard, his hips crashing against her in a frantic rhythm. Lucy felt another intense orgasm forming inside her, a wave of pleasure building on the aftershocks of the first. David kept penetrating her hard, his moans becoming more guttural, his body tense as a bowstring.

After several deep and powerful thrusts, he shouted. With one last push, he buried his penis deep inside Lucy and stayed still, his body convulsing as he came inside the condom. At that same instant, with her pussy full and her clitoris still sensitive from the friction, Lucy also came, but her orgasm was shorter, a wave that crashed suddenly as soon as David stopped, leaving her trembling but not as satisfied as the first time.

A few minutes passed in silence, their bodies joined, their ragged breathing filling the room. Finally, they separated, both very sweaty and completely exhausted from the action. David took off the condom, tied it in a knot, and threw it on the floor, next to the bed. He got dressed quickly, with the urgency of someone who has completed their mission.

"Thanks, Lucy," he said, his voice hoarse but satisfied. Without further ceremony, he left the room and was gone.

Lucy remained lying down, unable to move. Her muscles ached, her mind was chaos, and her pussy throbbed. She felt used, but also strangely powerful. With the last remnant of her strength, she reached for the sheet and covered herself, her body very tired, closing her eyes for just a second.

A short time later, the bedroom door flew open. It was Javier. He arrived sweating, his chest rising and falling as if he had run a marathon, a plastic bag from a pharmacy in his hand. His face was flushed with the rush and anticipation, but his expression collapsed when he saw Lucy, lying down and motionless under the sheets.

"Lucy... what's wrong?" he asked, his voice loaded with evident disappointment. He had imagined finding her waiting for him, ready for the "special blowjob" he had gone to prepare for.

Lucy, hearing his voice, could barely open her eyes. She was too exhausted to explain, to lie, to do anything.

Javier, seeing her state, completely misinterpreted the situation. He thought she was exhausted from the four blowjobs she had given earlier, from the effort on her jaw. In his mind, his plan to "test the condom" was still intact, just postponed.

"No, don't say anything," he said, approaching and speaking in a falsely understanding tone. "You're exhausted, I get it. Those blowjobs... they left you with no energy." He felt disappointed about not being able to be with her, but his naive logic assured him that his opportunity was not lost.

"It's okay," he said, trying to sound magnanimous. "I'll let you rest. Tomorrow... tomorrow could work. Tomorrow I'll get my blowjob. The special one."

In Javier's mind, he was still next in line. He still believed she was a virgin, that he would be the first to use the condom with her. He couldn't imagine, not even in his wildest dreams, that while he was running to the pharmacy, David had already been with her, not once, but twice: first without a condom, and then with one.