The Plan

The day had arrived. Javier could barely contain his excitement; it was almost a physical pain. Today, finally, he would put his penis into what he considered to be Lucy's virgin pussy. He had spent the last few days savoring the idea, his perfect plan forming in his mind.

To ensure his success, he had made a secret deal with David, a pact he considered a stroke of strategic genius. The plan was simple: Lucy would first go to David's house, where he would be waiting for her. David, as the "expert," had only one task: to tire out her jaw. He had to make her give him oral sex for as long as possible, to exhaust her stamina. Then, later, about two hours after, Javier would come by to "pick up" Lucy. By then, she would be so sore and tired that she would have **** but to accept the "special blowjob" he so desired. It was foolproof.

What Javier didn't know, in his blind arrogance, was that David had his own agenda. David wouldn't just be waiting to tire her out; he would be waiting with two more friends, ready to receive much more than oral sex.

Later that day, Lucy arrived at David's house. She felt nervous, but also with that spark of excitement that had already become addictive. In her mind, this was just the first step of the deal she had made with Marco. She had to fulfill her part with David and Javier, and then she would get her real reward: she could finally give her boyfriend oral sex.

She rang the doorbell. The door opened almost instantly. David greeted her with a smile that didn't reach his eyes.

"Come in," he said, stepping aside.

When Lucy entered the living room, her heart skipped a beat. David was not alone. On the sofa, watching her with a predatory interest, were two other guys. They were strangers, not from school. They looked much older than her, maybe about five years older, with the build and hard stare of men, not boys.

She stopped, confused. She had assumed this was just another oral sex session like the last one, but the presence of strangers unsettled her.

"And Javier?" she asked, her voice sounding small in the suddenly silent room.

"He said he's coming later," David lied, closing the door behind her. The sound of the lock turning echoed in the room like the slam of a cell door.

The two guys on the sofa didn't take their eyes off her, their gazes raking her up and down. Lucy swallowed, a knot of fear beginning to form in her stomach.

She didn't have the faintest idea of what was coming.