At the Park - New Depths, Darker Desires

Lucille abruptly removed her mouth from me, relief etched across her face as she sprang to her feet. "Really? Oh, thank God!“ Her enthusiasm at ending the blowjob irked me. Admittedly, her joy at cutting my 'session' short annoyed me, diminishing any guilt I might have felt when I decided to escalate our 'workout'. Lucille, with her shy demeanor and obvious discomfort with men, had intrigued me from the start, but now, standing there, I knew I wasn't done with her. My mind was racing with the possibilities, the thrill of control still fresh in my veins. "Turn around and lower your pants," I instructed, my tone betraying none of the excitement coursing through me.

“What are you doing?” she asked, her voice now tinged with worry and deflation as I guided her to lean against the nearest tree, her hands pressing into the bark.

"Nothing special, don’t you worry, we just need to complete our last exercise." Her discomfort, the way she tensed under my touch, it was like a ****, this power, this control. I scanned the area, ensuring no prying eyes were on us; not even Katy, now engrossed with something on her phone, seemed to care. Focusing back on Lucille, I gently began to rub her, her pussy still dry under my touch. She pleaded with me, her voice quivering, to reconsider or at least choose a different kind of exercise.

I wanted to push boundaries, to see how far I could go, how much I could control. Attempting to line up my cock with her shaved pussy, I was met with an unexpected sharp pain at the finger where I wore the Ring. Each attempt to penetrate caused a sting, a clear sign from the universe or perhaps the ring itself. Even with its power, there were rules, boundaries I hadn't fully understood until now. I was taken aback, unable to fathom why this was happening, but one thing was clear, I knew better than to press my luck. Deep down, I sensed I shouldn't persist. “Are you a virgin? I mean, have you ever had penetrative sex?” I asked, my curiosity mixed with confusion.

“What do you mean? I’ve never been with a man, if that’s what you want to know,” she answered, her voice shaking as she slowly tried to stand back up, pulling her yoga pants back into place with a discreet tug.

"Don’t!" I cut her off, my hand applying gentle yet firm pressure on her back, while my other hand ventured into the warm, increasingly moist territory between her legs. "You're telling me you've never had anything bigger than fingers in there? Not even a dildo?"

Lucille's face turned a shade of red that could rival a sunset, her lips pressed tight. "I'm all about the clit, okay? Never saw the appeal of... internal exploration," she confessed, her voice barely a whisper, her gaze fixed on the tree in front of her as if it held the answers to life's mysteries.

"Well, that's a pity, sweetheart. We need to finish this 'workout,' and your mouth just isn't up to the task." She looked like a deflated balloon, waiting for her sentence. "Do you have any lube?"

"Why on earth would I... No, NO, don't even consider it—" Her voice escalated into a near-panic, her head whipping around to lock eyes with me.

Ignoring her drama, I turned to Katy, who was now comfortably back in her sweatshirt, her workout seemingly concluded. "Katy, you got any lube I can use?"

She shrugged, as if I'd asked for a pen. "Just hand cream."

"Perfect, thank you!" I said, taking the tube and squeezing a generous amount onto Lucille's backside. "Hold still," I instructed, spreading the cream, my finger teasing the tight ring of muscle, making her shiver like a leaf in the wind. "Relax, Lucie. I really don't want to hurt you. We'll go slow, but you've got to work with me here," I whispered, my breath tickling her ear, feeling her body stiffen.

"Easy for you to say," she muttered, her voice trembling with each cautious insertion of my finger, her body instinctively trying to escape the sensation.

Feeling a slight give, I withdrew my finger, aligning myself with her untouched entrance. "Get ready, babe," I announced, pulling her hips back to meet me, my tip just breaching her.

"Oh, God! Please, go slower, much slower!" she pleaded, her eyes screwed shut as I pushed in, the tightness almost making me lose control. I paused often, allowing her body time to adjust to the invasion, savoring the way she felt around me.

"How does it feel now, Lucie? I want this to be good for you," I asked, genuinely curious about her sensations.

"Slowly... please," she moaned, her back arching like a cat seeking comfort, shifting to find some relief from the stretch.

"I am going slow. Try to relax," I replied, a touch of impatience in my tone. "But how does it feel?"

"Weird... it feels Weird. FUCK, you're too big!" she gasped, her hands gripping the tree like it was her only anchor.

My pride swelled along with my cock. "Thanks, sweetheart!" I said, my smirk audible as I gave her firm backside a playful slap, watching the flesh bounce.

"That wasn't meant as a compliment!" she almost yelled, her frustration evident, which only served to amuse me further. Now fully seated within her, I began to move, slow at first, her moans a mix of pain and something else, something I was proud to have elicited.

"Oh God... I can't... believe... this..." she grunted, her words disjointed as I increased my pace, the sound of my body meeting hers echoing in the quiet park. Gripping her hips, I thrust deeper, feeling my climax looming like a storm.

My hand snaked around to find her clit, her gasp sharp as I located it, my fingers delving into her now-slick pussy, my palm frenetically working her into a frenzy. "Oh, fuck... I'm close, sweetie pie. Whe-where do you want me to cum?"

"I don't fucking care! Just cum, DAMMIT!" she squealed, her body on the brink, her insides clamping down on my fingers in a vice-like grip.

I lost control, each thrust now a **** act to reach my peak, filling her with my release, her groan high-pitched and **** as she felt me pulsing inside her. The sight of her, squirming and grunting under me, was a perverse masterpiece, a testament to my control, or lack thereof.

And there, in the absurdity of this moment, with the park's serenity as our backdrop, I couldn't help but laugh at the satire of it all—my life had become a dark comedy, where the punchline was buried deep within someone's ass.

Utterly spent, I nearly collapsed forward, my chest brushing Lucille’s back as we both gasped for air. My hands still gripped her hips lightly, more to steady myself than anything else, as I panted against her ear. She trembled slightly beneath me, her own breaths ragged and uneven.

A low whistle broke the silence, drawing my attention to Katy, who had been watching from nearby. “Wow,” she said with a teasing smirk, hands planted on her hips. “That was some workout.”

I pulled back from Lucille, watching as she crumpled onto her knees, utterly drained. My legs gave out, and I flopped onto the grass with a groan, catching my breath. “Yeah,” I managed between pants, trying to recover, “but I really need to hit the gym eventually…”

Katy’s grin widened as she quipped, “Looks to me like you’ve still got some fire in you, old man.”

Her words made me pause. Was Katy flirting with me? The thought hit me like a splash of cold water, a mix of surprise and intrigue. Her tone and the way she held my gaze… there was something there, wasn’t there? Or was it just my imagination? I narrowed my eyes, trying to read her expression, before grumbling, “I’m not old.”

I got to my feet, brushing myself off and deciding to test the waters. “Besides, my body’s still perfectly capable of doing anything I want it to.” I shot her a pointed look.

Katy arched a brow, her lips quirking into a sly smile as her eyes flicked downward. “Yeah, I can see that…” she said absently, nibbling on her bottom lip.

I blinked. She was staring at my crotch—right as I was tucking everything back into my pants. My heart gave a little jolt. Now I was sure of it: there was something going on.

Meanwhile, Lucille hadn’t moved much, still leaning against the base of a tree, hugging the trunk as though she were trying to keep from falling over. Her cheeks were flushed, her chest heaving, and she looked completely wiped out.

I crouched down beside her, gently brushing a hand along her back. “You okay, Lucille?” I asked softly, keeping my tone light.

“Yeah,” she mumbled, voice barely audible. “No worries... Thanks. I just need another minute.” Her hand slid up to rest on mine, though she avoided meeting my eyes.

That little gesture struck me more than it should have. Only a short while ago, this girl had been so wary, barely able to talk to me without retreating into herself. Now, though? She wasn’t exactly friendly, but there was a subtle shift in her demeanor—a kind of hesitant acceptance, maybe even trust.

I gave her a moment to gather herself, watching as her breathing steadied. Eventually, she allowed me to help her to her feet. She winced slightly as she straightened, brushing herself off with a grimace.

“So, Lucille,” I said with a grin, hoping to lighten the mood, “how’d you like our little workout? Personally, I’d say it was pretty enjoyable.”

She shot me a glare that softened into a wry chuckle. “Yeah, sure, you had the easy part,” she muttered, tugging her yoga pants back into place. “I don’t think I’ll be able to sit for a week...”

Before I could respond, Katy chimed in, her voice laced with mischief. “You certainly took the brunt of the ‘hard’ part, didn’t you, Lucie?”

Lucille whirled on her friend, glaring daggers. “Katy! Could you not right now?”

Katy only laughed, clearly enjoying herself. Watching them, I couldn’t help but wonder: was she flirting with me earlier just to rile Lucille up? Or was there something more to her teasing? Either way, it was maddening. And frustrating.

Katy wasn’t wearing a ring today, which meant I couldn’t fully test the limits of her interest—or push things the way I wanted to. It was the second time this had happened, and I was beginning to think she was doing it on purpose, consciously or not. Either way, I’d get to the bottom of it as soon as I caught her wearing one.

For now, though, I couldn’t deny how satisfying it had been to interact with Lucille. Despite her initial awkwardness and shyness, there was something captivating about her. Maybe it was the subtle transformation I’d seen in her, the way her resistance had softened.

As she slipped on her hoodie and brushed a hand through her hair, I caught her gaze for a moment. There was no hostility in her eyes now—just a flicker of something unspoken, something I could work with.

“Alright, you two,” I said, clapping my hands together. “Shall we call it a day?”

Lucille gave a small nod, still avoiding Katy’s gaze, while Katy just smiled, that same teasing glint in her eyes.

As we made our way back to the main path, I couldn’t help but reflect on how much had shifted in just a few days. The doubts and hesitations that once weighed me down were starting to feel like distant memories. The ring’s influence wasn’t just altering the world around me—it was reshaping me.

And honestly? I wasn’t sure I minded. Besides, spending time with the adorable, shy, sporty lesbian had been an unexpectedly delightful experience. Now all that remained was to send her home with the right ‘suggestions’.