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Katy tried to relax, taking deep breaths, inhaling heavily and then exhaling with a gust.
“That’s it,” I growled. “Yeah, just like that,” and with a little bit of worming, a bit of screwing into her center, I was able to pop through her tight sphincter and bury myself one knuckle up into that musty back door. The smell of her female essence surrounded us, so heavy and enticing that I inhaled deeply, losing myself in her spice, the unmistakable arousal that was the beautiful brunette.
And I began running my finger in and out, slowly at first, gently testing her back door before edging another finger in to join the first, stretching out that sweetness, preparing her for me.
“That’s right, honey,” I growled, pressing my lips to her ass. “I’m big and you’re small back here, so I want to stretch you out, I want you to be ready for me.”
And she mewled again, wordless, in the thralls of pleasure. Her ass contracted against my fingers before relaxing once more and I could tell Katy was consciously trying to let go, to let her body enjoy the sweet slide of my digits.
“That’s it,” I complimented again. “Give yourself up because it feels good, doesn’t it, little butt slut? You’ve never been touched here before, never had a man slide his fingers deep into your anus.”
And with that the girl’s moans crescendoed into a full-on whine of pure ecstasy, unable to hold back anymore. Because Katy came full force then, her ass clamping around my fingers once, hard, before letting go in a shower of tremors, each more vivid than the last, her plump body shaking, shivering with each spasm.
“Oh god!” she shrieked, lifting that perfect profile to the skies, lips slightly parted, eyes squeezed shut with ecstasy. “Oh god!”
I kissed her haunches as I tunneled my fingers in deep, the hefty flesh squeezing me again and again as she shattered, gasping and screaming, those big boobs swaying to and fro as she struggled to maintain her balance, gripping the headboard, elbows locked.
“Umph,” I grunted, lapping her butt cheeks once more. “That’s it baby girl, let it all out.”
And she threw her head back once more and shrieked again, loud, before dissolving into a series of small shudders.
“Oh god Jase, oh god oh god,” she panted, head dropping between her shoulders, haunches quivering and jerking. “Oh god!”
Finally, things calmed a bit, her breathing growing more even, stilling, that sweet, sleek form glistening with a sheen of sweat. It was only then that the pretty brunette looked over her shoulder, shy despite what had happened, with my digits still locked deep in her body.
“Jason,” she murmured. “That was amazing … but there’s more right? I mean,” and here she colored, “fingers don’t count right?”
My cock popped out like a fucking jack in the box, ready to take, to own, to control. Because Katy was right, a finger fucking doesn’t count, and I was more than ready to do my duty.
6
Katy
It was so illicit that I could hardly believe what was happening. On the one hand, I’d given up my pussy cherry a mere twenty-four hours ago to Brent, a man I lived with. And now I was giving up my ass cherry to Jason, a man I’d adored for the last year. How did life get so complicated?
But the thing is that it wasn’t complicated at all because somehow things felt right. I was confused at first, my emotions tugging me this way and that because I felt like I had to choose. I felt I could only have either Brent or Jason, and that being with both was something that only trashy girls did.
But during fifth period, I’d looked it up on my phone. There were so many sites on “multiple love,” “polyamory,” and even teen magazines dispensing advice to girls who liked more than one boy. I chuckled at that one. Sure, I was still in high school so I guess I fit their demographic, but this was more than a passing phase, more than just a fling. I was in love with two men, couldn’t wait to have them both, and the question was how exactly we were going to work this out.
Because I desperately wanted it to work out. I wanted to have both men with me, separately or together I wasn’t sure, but there had to be some combination that would make sense for all three of us. I wasn’t sure what it was yet, the articles on-line seemed to harp on a lot of therapy, a lot of “open-hearted talking,” and at this moment, we hadn’t had a serious discussion. In fact, Brent didn’t even know about Jason yet, putting us at square one, if not square zero.
So I stepped into our trailer after school thinking that maybe we’d chat a little. Maybe Jason and I had some more talking to do after our impassioned discussion this morning. I was totally prepared to sit down with him and brainstorm a little. But he’s an alpha male with something to prove, namely that Brent isn’t the only man in my life. So we started exploring almost immediately, our bodies hot and hungry for one another, not a second to lose.
But Jason, as much as I love him, pulled back. Again, it’s this male ego thing and I almost cried when he asked, “What did you do with Brent yesterday?”
I flopped around like a fish gasping for air because what good would it do if he knew? How would that help?
“Nothing,” I murmured, head down before looking straight at him again. Because being a shy pansy wasn’t going to get anything done, I needed to be direct. “What I did with Brent yesterday has no bearing on what we’re about to do,” I said seriously.
But again, male egos run strong especially with alphas, and Jason wouldn’t let it go.
“I have to know,” he growled, shaking his head. “Tell me.”
So instead, I detoured.
“Well,” I murmured, “I shaved myself yesterday, you know … like down there,” I said, demonstrating a little, parting my thighs and running an imaginary razor through my pink folds.
That was enough. I didn’t have to say anything about how Brent shaved me, how he pulled my labia back with big, gentle fingers, and traced the razor carefully over my sensitive skin before dropping a kiss on my clit, lapping lightly at his work.
