Second Round of the Show

Lucy was getting more and more tired, her jaw ached, and her mind was clouded by an overwhelming arousal. Javier, observing the situation, realized that his plan was spiraling out of control. He had created this situation to gain access to Lucy's virginity, to break down her barriers, but he wasn't willing to share her indefinitely with a group of clumsy virgins who didn't know how to finish the job. His patience had run out.

"ENOUGH!" he shouted, his voice echoing in the room and making everyone jump. He stood up, his nakedness giving him an air of primal authority. "Patience is over. From now on, you have ten minutes. Ten minutes each to be with Lucy and come. If you don't do it in that time, you get up, get dressed, and leave. You won't get another chance."

David, the expert, smiled smugly. "I agree. I'll take the ten minutes. But," he added, his gaze fixed on Lucy's breasts, "just as you promised me, Javier, I want my private show. I want my ten minutes alone with her."

The other boy, a burly young man named Alex, nodded vigorously. "Me too."

They spoke of her as if she were a sex toy, a prize to be distributed. But Lucy was so lost in her own arousal that she barely registered it. She just wanted to get this over with, get to her boyfriend, and finally let him lick whatever he wanted from her, to fulfill her part of the deal. So, with a slight nod, she accepted the new conditions.

"Fine," Javier said, his nervousness evident. He had no other choice. "David, you're first."

Alex and Javier left the room, closing the door. The sound of the click was like the starting pistol of a race. Lucy was left alone with David. The silence was heavy, charged with the anticipation of the ten minutes ticking against her.

She got on her knees in front of him, as was now her custom. He didn't move, just watched her.

"Show them to me," he said, his voice a hoarse whisper. "I want to see them well. I always imagined them in class, wondered what they'd be like without clothes."

Lucy, obediently, leaned forward, offering him her breasts. He looked at them with an almost clinical intensity, memorizing every detail, every bluish vein under her pale skin. The door closed behind Javier and Alex. Outside, in the hallway, Alex began to count the time out loud.

Inside, the atmosphere was different. There was no rush, only a growing tension. David began to talk to her, to describe what he saw, what he had always fantasized about.

Outside, Javier pressed his ear to the door. At first, only silence. Then, he heard Lucy's light moans. Then David's deep voice, whispering obscenities. Then the moans of both of them, mixing, growing louder. Eight minutes passed like this. Eight minutes in which Javier's imagination ran wild, painting scenes of what could be happening on the other side of the wood.

He was about to shout that time was up when the door flew open. It was David.

"I'm done," he announced, with a smile of pure satisfaction on his face.

Javier entered the room, followed by Alex. He looked at Lucy. She was sitting on the bed, her cheeks flushed and her breathing ragged. But there was something else. Right next to the areola of her right breast, there was a small red and purple mark. A hickey.

"What is that?" Javier asked, his voice tinged with jealousy.

David shrugged, his smile becoming even more arrogant. "A souvenir for Lucy," he said. "So she doesn't forget her first expert." And before Javier could say anything else, David walked past him, picked up his clothes, and left.

Javier looked at Lucy again and noticed that her panties, which were already damp before, were now completely soaked, the fabric dark and stuck to her skin as if she had just gotten out of a pool. The sight of her overflowing arousal drove him crazy.

But he had no time to react. The next guy, Alex, didn't waste a second. He was incredibly aroused, his penis already hard in his hand.

"Out," he told Javier, his voice an impatient growl. "I want my ten minutes with Lucy. Now."

Javier, with **** but to honor the deal, left the room, closing the door and leaving Lucy alone with the last of Marco's friends, a boy whose arousal seemed about to boil over. The timer, once again, began to run.