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Ring of Truth by John Smith
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
RING OF TRUTH
A Short Memoir by John Smith
My house-group in my second University year are best described as a
bunch of people who had loved each other for a long time.
But unlike most house-groups, we hadn't done much together.
We didn't have a house song, nor a house-joke, nor a favourite house
restaurant. We did watch some of the same soaps on TV, but that's
just ... not the same somehow, is it?
This bugged me slightly, not to mention Nick, who voiced my thoughts
one evening for me.
"We could all eat John's jar of pineapple in creme-de-menthe,"
suggested Claire, my girlfriend, "that would at least be suffering together."
I raised an eyebrow at her (she has a thing about eyebrows) and she
leant over and kissed me.
"Why not just commit simulatneous ritual suicide?" muttered Kate,
rolling her eyes, "that would be much less painful, and quicker!"
Nick snuggled closer to her, and she subsided.
An evil thought struck me.
"You guys wanna get really adventurous?" I asked with a positively
malevolent grin.
"Oh hell, " muttered Claire ruefully, "this is gonna be one of those
character-forming experiences; I hope your life insurance is paid up
Kate."
"Try me!" said Kate defiantly.
"Right," said I ... first, stick something mellow on." Nick took off
the U2 he's been playing and replaced it with PM Dawn.
"Hmmm," muttered Kate.
"Now let's get these clothes off," I ordered.
"Ooh, this is sounding better already," said Kate, pulling up her
sweater. I turned up the heater slightly.
"You ain't seen nothing yet," Nick joined in, returning. He must have
guessed what I was planning.
I pulled off my jeans and shirt and soon, Claire and I were sitting
naked on the sofa while Kate and Nick helped each other rather
playfully with their clothes. I looked at Claire, her long blonde
hair streaming over her breasts in a way she could tell I liked.
Kate and Nick had been seeing each other for less than a month and it
looked like they were forgetting us, so I gave Nick a poke in the ribs
causing Kate to glower up at me in mock indignation. She looked quite
something in her natural state too, her breasts generous but not
oversized, her long chestnut hair matching her tanned skin.
Claire could see I was enjoying the view, and she prodded me playfully
and demanded to know what was next.
I instructed Nick to lie on the floor, face up. Claire said something
about a nice package, and I decided to press on. He had something of
a hard-on by now, and I had to admit he made impressive viewing.
I lay down next to him, but facing the other way, so that my head was
next to his waist, and his head next to mine.
"Well," exclaimed Kate, "what an excellent display ..."
"So," I asked, ignoring her, "can you guess what's next yet?"
"Oh, I think I can!" cried Claire, and lowered her face onto my cock,
taking it all in, at the same time, kneeling over Nick's face. I
could hear slurping noises coming from beneath her presently, and
moans began to escape her as Kate's thatch of auburn approached my
face.
I licked around, testing out the new territory carefully, and then
inserted my finger into her hole gently. The taste of her on my
tongue was something of a turn on, and as Claire increased her
ministrations to my nether regions, running her tongue around my
balls, and up and down my glans, and over my tip, I began to probe
more deeply into Kate.
Kate began to make noises half moaning, half wailing like a banshee,
and in turn she began to go at Nick quite mercilessly. I looked out
from under her to see Claire's ass grinding away on Nick and he
getting quite out of control as he began to devour her. This sent her
into a kind of frenzy on my length, and soon the four of us were
gulping away at each other's juices.
The girls were lucky - they could stop at any time, but they didn't
want to! Pinned to the floor, Nick And I were pulsing, writhing and
cringing away as the girls just sat there and took it.
I came twice in Claire's mouth, and she just rubbed it over her
breasts like some skin-cream and carried on. My face covered in
Kate's juice, I lapped helplessly as if it were water, and I a dog ...
And so we continued, this ring of love, writhing and wrestling, until
finally, Claire keeled over with a groan and lay there, dripping on
the carpet.
I relaxed on Kate and she began to subside on Nick, soon freeing him
and laying back against a chair.
We looked at each other.
"Tomorrow night," breathed Claire, "we swap!"
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