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Subject: The Ring 1 (MF,mc,oral)
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Disclaimer: Adults only, whatever that means wherever you are lucky
enough
to be reading this. This is fiction. Any resemblance to real or
historic
persons, places, etc., is coincidental.
Copyright (c) 1997 by its author,who chooses to remain
'anon.' Do not repost, or store on public sites without permission. No
commercial use is warranted. For personal use and/or entertainment
purposes.
This series depicts male female and light female female action amongst
adults.
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Tales of the ring
part1, by the pricking of my thumb
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I admit it, I went a little wild in New Orleans. The convention the
company sent me to was almost a total loss; I remember a bit of
Friday night but none of the next two days, including how I got
on the plane home or who's panties were tucked in my shirt
pocket folded like a handkerchief. Somehow I came back with
enough business cards and brochures in my briefcase amongst
the bead necklaces, stuffed aligators, souvenier hurricane
glasses and other sops to the office cronies to make me look like I
had been busy as well as a swell guy. But there was one more
thing in the case that somehow didn't look so much like a cheap
trinket.
Tucked away in a paper sack was an aligator skinned little box with a
catch. Opening the catch I pricked my finger, then my thumb- some
kind of a trick lock, engraved with little curlicues and festooned
with paste gems. The thing finally flipped open as I muttered curses
under my breath to reveal a ring ensconsed in crushed velvet. It
looked like silver, an elegant smooth construct like two dolphins
moving opposite directions next to each other, covered with filegree.
A smear of blood got on it as I prised it loose for a closer look. The
shapes, I now made out thru the leftover fog of alcohol, were two
human nudes, wrapped around each other; the male with his head between
the generous breasts of the female, who's mouth was open wide pasted
about the neck of the male, and who's right hand stretched around
above her head to grasp the engorged cock of the male. The male's
right hand was similarly stretched to reach into the pussy above him,
while the left hand of each fondled the head of their partner. Worked
into the engraving was the latin motto Amor Vincent Omnia, which I
muttered to myself while slipping the curio over my right ring finger.
I cursed again as I jerked it past the tight knuckle-like the box, the
thing had something sharp hidden by the fancy scrollwork-I was pricked
again. Blood welled up around the ring as the fog instantly cleared
from my head-the pain seemed responsible, though it was no greater
than the other two prickings; an annoyance, really. I looked up from
the ring down the aisle of the plane, leaned out to see a stewardess
pulling a drink cart backwards about halfway down. She was bent at
the waist and leaning over the seat to her left serving a drink to a
window passenger, and a lacivious vision indeed; her ass clad in mid
calf brown skirt waving at me, the swell of her bosom visible from the
side. She straightened up and looked around behind her as if someone
had called her name, glancing down the aisle until her eyes met mine.
Brunette, with a white shirt and a uniform jacket, her blue eyes were
startling as they locked on mine, questioning, then concerned.
She moved down the aisle in a controlled rush, swaying little in the
mild turbulence, as I ran my eyes across her figure from the front.
Wide hips and chest, tight tummy, long flowing hair-built well to my
standards, unlike the fashion model figure of today. She reached me
as I made out the name Kelly on her tag, fixed as it was over her
swelling breast. She reached out and took my hand as her eyes finally
moved off mine to take in the ring and the blood. "Are you all right,
sir?" she said, glancing back up to me.
I let her pull the hand up, a little bewildered, as I replied "oh, its
nothing, a little prick," shaking my head a little.
She bent forward and kissed the ring and finger, her tongue darting
over the knuckle- quick and discrete, but disconcertingly familiar.
"Let me take care of that back in the stewards section," she said
softly, tugging gently at my hand and drawing me to my feet. Her eyes
seemed to have focussed on my crotch momentarily before coming back up
to meet mine as her tongue darted out to clean a small smear of red
from her lip.
As I followed her gently pulling hand I glanced at mine- the bleeding
had stopped, the finger was clean, the ring sparkled in the cabin
light, warm around my finger as if I had worn it far longer than a
minute. We passed thru a curtain into a narrow space between first
class and business, lined with cabinets and implements of the duties
of stewardesses. As Kelly pulled me into the empty cart space I saw
the familiar red cross on one cabinet door.
To my surprise, instead of reaching for the door as she turned to face
me, she knelt down, releasing my hand, and grasped the top of my pants
with hers hand, finding and pulling down the zipper with the other.
"I'll make it big for you" she murmered softly, cupping my only
slightly engorged cock in her hand, then leaning forward to literally
suck it into her mouth. The sensation was astonishing, the sudden wet
warmth surrounding me, drawing me in, engulfed to the hilt. I could
feel the pressure of my prickhead sliding past her tongue and into her
throat thru expansion alone as she kept her face pressed against my
belly, working her tongue up and down as she raised and lowered the
pressure. Finally, she eased back, pulling her lips up the shaft,
digging in and then expanding around the crown to let the tip pop out.
"Not so little now," she said proudly, "is there anything else?"
In consternation I met her eyes as I thought 'don't stop!' only to see
her bob back down on me as if on command. Slowly she slid up and down
the shaft from midway to crown and back, again and again, faster and
faster, tongue working the come tube, until finally she engulfed me
completely again, humming as I released spurt after spurt down her
throat. The rest of the world worked its way back into my awareness as
she stood.
She zipped my pants and said "let me put a bandage on your finger and
noone will be the wiser," as if I had said something about my concerns
of being caught. Pulling one out of the cabinet and wrapping it
around my finger, she led me back to my seat and returned to the drink
cart still parked in the aisle.
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