“What the…”
“Shut up!” I demanded. “I will spend the night with Lynette. You can take your new toy to the spare bedroom. Tomorrow morning, Lynette will let me take her ass. If you want, I will allow you to come in afterward and suck all my sperm out of it. If you kiss Lynette’s ass, and I’ll forgive you. For now… GO TO YOUR ROOM!”
Kristen looked at me, her mouth hanging wide open. There were tears in her eyes, and I compared myself to Hitler, Charles Manson, and the guy that invented disco. It took everything for me not to just hug her in my arms.
Kristen may have seen some lenience in my eyes, but to her own benefit, I have to admit that she left the room.
“You may have gone too far,” Lynette whispered when she knew that Kristen wasn’t around. “I don’t feel like a discard.”
“You don’t?” I asked, boring my eyes into Lynette’s soul.
“Maybe I do,” Lynette softly said.
“Lynette,” I said, “I told you that I loved you. I don’t know your definition of the word, but mine requires respect. I respect you and you respect me. It took us months to get to the point where we could truthfully say that we love each other. I think Kristen has shown you an amazing lack of respect.”
“How do you do it?” Lynette asked.
“Don’t fuck it up, Lynette,” I warned her. “Only virgins ask me that.”
Despite all the emotions going through Lynette, she laughed.
I looked at Lynette, still tied to the bed, and asked, “Should I unlatch the handcuffs?”
“Not until you take my ass.”
“Do you think you’ll be comfortable all night? I told Kristen I’d take your ass tomorrow morning.”
Lynette said, “What if you take off two of the handcuffs?”
I unlocked the two cuffs on her left side, which made her able to move quite a bit more than she could when she was completely bound.
“Let’s just cuddle, Lynette. I love you, but let’s not take it too quickly.”
Lynette didn’t answer. She sighed in my arms, and soon she fell asleep.
I woke up with somebody giving me a wonderful hand job. There was a smell of perfume, and it wasn’t Kristen’s, and when I opened my eyes, Lynette was completely unbound, and squiring a clear bottle that said “Baby Oil” on it onto my cock.
“What are you doing?” I asked, sleepily.
“Getting you lubed up,” Lynette answered. “You’re a bit bigger than any of the other guys that took my back door, Jim.”
“Flatterer!” I giggled.
“You may have gone overboard last night with Kristen,” Lynette said.
“She went overboard. You were right, Lynette. What she did with Jackie was callous toward you. It would be one thing if she was treating you as Pussy Slave.”
Lynette nodded. “Pussy Slave is dead. Kristen’s price is too high.”
“I don’t want to hurt you like that, Lynette. Can’t I just have a friend?”
Lynette sighed. “June’s right. You are devastating.”
“I’m no such thing. I’m a fucking sixteen year old…”
“Who will be all the more fucking devastating next month when you’re seventeen!”
I watched Lynette continue to caress my cock with her two warm hands slipping and sliding on it. “You’re going to need to lube your fingers and stick them in my ass,” Lynette told me. “I know how to ease up, although June won’t.”
“Lynette,” I said, softly. “You’re devastating yourself. You are getting me ready to take your ass, just so I can take June’s.”
“And her mother’s.”
I sighed. “Yeah. Add some more stress to my life.”
Lynette didn’t answer, but kissed me full on the lips. When she broke it off, she said, “You are your best under stress.”
“I wasn’t when Kristen was gone for two weeks.”
“Cammy called me. Kristen was worse than you. Just nobody tells those Goddess Stories!”
“I think those are two words that would make her puke.”
“You really don’t like hearing them about you, do you?”
I shook my head. “The basic theme is that I’m put into a situation where I cannot react any way except make a choice. I always make the worst choice, but then things work out.”
“Most people never realize they make the bad choices until it is too late,” Lynette pointed out. “That’s what make your stories so special.”
I shook my head. “It always seems that I make them too late.”
“How about when June’s mom showed up that first time?”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“She came over at the worst time for you,” Lynette said. “That asshole Reggie hit you in class and you ran out and started taking things out in the music room. Your teacher sent you home, and you knew that night that June’s mom would be coming over. To anybody else, they would have crumbled. You, however, drew strength.”
I shook my head. “I just realized that June’s mom was powerless to do anything about me.”
“I know guys in twelfth grade, even college students, that would have crumbled in that situation. Think about it, she heard you call her daughter a whore.”
“June called herself that. I rarely called her that.”
Lynette sighed. “You are such a piece of work. Are you going to take my ass or not?”
“Lynette, I really need a friend. I have Patty, but I see you more than I see her. I used to have Camille, but she’s with Will now. I need somebody like you, willing to love me and Kristen, but keep me grounded.”
“I’ll be all that for you and more,” Lynette promised.
“I don’t want more, Lynette.”
Lynette wiggled her ass seductively. “Please stick your fingers in my ass, Oogie. Let me get used to the feeling again.”
I finally did it. Very tentatively, I slid my index finger into the pucker of Lynette’s ass.
“Hmm,” Lynette moaned. “Do it again, slowly like that.”
I let Lynette set her own pace. After a couple of minutes, I was directed to insert two fingers, and then three. At the same time, Lynette had resumed her stroking my erection, getting me hard.
Finally, we got to the point where Lynette asked me to do the deed. I positioned my hard cock on the entrance to her asshole. “Are you sure?” I asked, giving Lynette a last chance.
“Jim, do it. Please!”
I slowly pressed into Lynette. I felt resistance, but a slightly harder push got me to the point where the crown of my dick felt her asshole widen to accommodate my girth.
Slowly, I eased my cock further, feeling resistance all the way. Lynette’s ass wasn’t trying to reject me, but I knew that it wouldn’t be the slick and slippery access that a woman’s cunt tended to give.
“Hmm,” Lynette moaned, giving me no sign of distress or even discomfort as a reason to stop.
Fucking a girl in the ass is a whole different experience than doing it the normal way. My biggest objection was my normal objection to any rear entry position: I preferred to see my partner’s face as we worked together. Instead, Lynette had her head turned so she was lying on the left side of her face, allowing me to lick her earlobes and brush my lips against hers. I remembered how such licking was able to drive me crazy!
Previously, when ass fucking was just being discussed, Camille told me that there wasn’t any particular nerves that were stimulated in a girl simply by moving your cock in and out of her ass. Clitoral stimulation with fingers helped, and Camille suggested that a girl shouldn’t be too embarrassed to frig herself as a guy pounded into her ass.