8 comments/ 46079 views/ 21 favorites The Rings Ch. 02 By: EnCarta All the characters depicted in this story are 18 years old or older. * Steven was so amazed at what had happened at Lindsey's house that it took him a couple of days to get his thoughts together before he spoke to his sister. But eventually he did talk to her. He gave Nadia a bit of a sanitized version of what had gone on between him and the girls. But in the end it was pretty clear that when he left Lindsey's living room he was no longer the blushing virgin he had been when he arrived there. Nadia listened to her brother with an amused smile as he stammered his way through his story, sometimes blushing, sometimes boasting but obviously quite pleased with himself. She was quite a bit more mature than her brother. She had lost her virginity two years earlier so that part of his story wasn't as fascinating to her as it was to him. Even to her fairly nerdy brother it had to happen sooner or later she reasoned to herself. What did get her attention was the part of Steven's story about what he had said about Vance Rudetski, the football quarterback. She had gone out with Vance a couple of times herself. And in retrospect she found she couldn't remember very much about what they did on those two or three dates. Of course they had had a few drinks and she did remember the mornings after as being particularly grueling. But she hadn't thought too much about it. She had quickly decided that Vance was a little too full of himself for her taste and after a couple of dates she just stopped returning his calls although, come to think about it, he hadn't really called that much. Nadia thought she might want to talk to Danielle to see what else she might have to say about Mr. Rudetski. Steven then expounded his theory that the Rings they had inherited from their uncle were somehow responsible for his recent deflowering. Nadia considered this and surprisingly her first reaction wasn't to call his idea idiotic. She had always found their whole little treasure trove from the old world to be kind of mystical. She wouldn't have said that Steven was never going to get laid but it was pretty weird that his first time was with two of the biggest hotties in the school. What was that about? So she said she'd reserve judgment and maybe do some experimenting of her own. Steven was elated that his sister seemed to be taking him seriously. He told her he had something in mind himself although he didn't tell her the specifics. He just said that maybe they could both see how things worked out and later compare notes. Nadia agreed but told him not to get too carried away. It could be that his theory about the rings was wrong and she didn't want him making a fool of himself. Steven had almost convinced himself that in fact the rings were some kind of silver bullet. His sister's warning slowed him down a little and he began to think he should be a little more careful with his plans. A few days later Steven was in Mrs. Blain's class wearing a dress shirt, his best pants the ring and a beaming smile. Throughout the class he toyed with the ring and stared at Mrs. Blain as if every formula she repeated was like the commandments being delivered from the Mount. Mrs. Blain was definitely the best looking teacher in the school. She wasn't the youngest, that would be Miss Johansen who was fresh out of teacher's college and pretty cute. Mrs. Blain was probably in her mid thirties. A lot of the guys said she looked just like Teri Hatcher from 'Desperate Housewives' and Steven had to admit she did. Except maybe her tits were a little bigger than Teri Hatcher's. At least Steven thought they were. Maybe it was just the fact that she had a waspishly thin waist that made her tits look so big. He always thought of Mrs. Blain as being elegant. She often wore a suit with a form fitting skirt, nylons and heels. She never wore pants. And sometimes she'd take the jacket of her suit off. Beneath it she favored satin blouses or sometimes light sweaters that often looked like she had spray painted them on. All the guys loved it when it was hot and she walked up and down between the desks with her high heels clacking and her conical breasts shuddering gently under her blouse in time with each step. Mrs. Blain was well aware of the effect she had on these testosterone charged young men and she didn't usually walk around without her jacket for very long. She didn't want any of them to spontaneously combust . So on the day that Steven began his campaign to lure Mrs. Blain into his clutches by invoking the power of the ring, she couldn't help but notice how attentive he was being and a couple of times she graced him with a smile of her own. But at the end of class she dismissed everyone without a second glance at Steven as she gathered up her materials for the next study group. Steven didn't know what he had expected but he was pretty sure he should have got some sort of sign. But there was nothing. Well maybe it was just as well he hadn't gone overboard on his first attempt. But he wasn't about to give up. So for the next couple of weeks Steven kept up the pressure. Always well dressed, always smiling and always focused on bending Mrs. Blain's will to his own, he went to her classes with eager anticipation. And every day the same result. Nothing. She'd ask him questions periodically, which he always knew the answer to. Nothing new there. But other than that...nada, zilch. Oh he got sweet talked into doing a bunch of work for Lindsey and her friends, but that seemed to be expected of him all of a sudden and there were no more carrots for him for his efforts, just the stick. But that didn't bother him so much because he was really intent on his plans to seduce his voluptuous chemistry teacher. But two whole weeks of this went by and Mrs. Blain was still showing no signs of cracking. Steven was beginning to think that his theory about the rings must be bogus. His little tryst with Lindsey and Danni must have just been some kind of aberration. And he was starting to get headaches in Mrs. Blain's class because of 'over-concentrating'. He was glad when another weekend rolled around and he could get a couple of days off. He even let his mother brow beat him into going to one of the spring dances at the school on Friday night, an event that he would normally avoid like the plague. He just went to kill a couple of hours so he'd get home not too early and still get a good night's sleep. So that was how he found himself propping up one of the walls in the gym around ten o'clock, looking at his watch and counting the minutes until he could reasonably get out of there. And that's where he was when Lindsey opened one of the doors from the hallway and breathlessly stuck her head in to scan the room. She saw Steven but kept looking around for a moment. She apparently couldn't find who she was looking for so she turned back to Steven. "Steven...Come here! Come on!..." Lindsey hissed. Steven was wondering what might have Lindsey so excited so he was quick to join her at the door. Lindsey grabbed his hand and practically dragged him behind her as she scooted down the hall. "You've got to see this!..." she said over her shoulder. When they got near the vice principal's office she quickly kicked off her shoes and moved towards the office door. Steven could see that it was ajar. Lindsey put her finger to her lips to quiet him then pushed the door open and went in, pulling Steven behind her. They were in the secretary's office which was dark. But Steven could see that the door to the inner office was open and there was a light on inside. Lindsey stealthily crept towards the lighted door being sure to stay in the shadows. Steven followed. When they got up near the door they had a good view inside. Lindsey took half a step back so that she could lean against Steven from the side and whisper in his ear... "You're not going to believe this!" Mr. Gerard, the vice principal had Mrs. Blain backed up against the wall of his office. He had his left hand on the wall beside her ear and his other hand was gently caressing her shoulder through her shirt. Mrs. Blain didn't look threatened. In fact she looked quite relaxed as she leaned back against the wall and listened to Mr. Gerard's earnest pleading with an amused smile on her face. Mrs. Blain and Mr. Gerard had been two of the many chaperones at the dance but Steven now realized that he hadn't seen either of them for a while. He had noticed earlier that Mrs. Blain was looking spectacular that evening. She was wearing a grey pin stripe pencil skirt that was molded tightly around her curvaceous bottom. There was a long slit up the side so she could move around comfortably. Her stocking clad legs in high heels looked especially attractive as they flashed through the side slit when she walked around the gym. On top of that she was wearing an elegant white blouse. Her ample breasts thrust out arrogantly through the shimmering satin that surrounded them. She had left the top three buttons of her blouse undone, allowing a generous view of her cleavage. This act of charity had been rewarded by an endless stream of seniors coming up to her all evening, asking her if they could get her anything, while their darting eyes lingered on that beckoning chasm. Mr. Gerard had taken off his jacket and draped it over his chair. He was apparently making a play for Mrs. Blain. Although Steven couldn't hear everything he was saying because he was speaking very quietly, he could hear snatches of his sentences. "Come on Evie..." Mrs. Blain's first name was Evelyn. "It's not like we....it would be even better than... how much you mean ... don't know how many opportunities like this...how crazy I am about you...." and all the time he was making his pitch, the hand stroking her arm was moving closer and closer to the swell of her right tit. And pretty soon his hand slipped off Mrs. Blain's arm and he was petting the side of her breast like a nervous teenager. Mrs. Blain didn't try to stop him but she wasn't offering him any encouragement either as far as Steven could tell. Still it was pretty amazing to see the vice principal feeling up Steven's fantasy teacher right in front of him. Mr. Gerard was married just like Mrs. Blain was, as evidenced by the framed portrait of his wife and two children on the desk behind him. But he didn't seem to be thinking about them as he leaned forward and tried to kiss Mrs. Blain. But Evelyn turned her cheek slightly and planted the fingertips of one hand on his chest to keep him at bay. "Don't!..." she said simply. But her smile never faltered. If anything it got a little broader as Mr. Gerard looked at her with pleading eyes. And all the time his hand continued to move around the arousing contour of her satin clad breast, stroking it, caressing it with an ever increasing passion. Then Mrs. Blain apparently decided to be a little more pro-active and moved her hand to the front of Mr. Gerard's crotch. Steven could clearly see her fingers folding around the shaft of his tool through his pants, giving it a lingering squeeze. Mr. Gerard let out an audible moan when she did that and hunched himself into her hand in growing arousal. "Look at that! She's feeling him up. Look at the way she's got hold of his cock. She'd better be careful. Sometimes these old guys are quicker than you young guys!" Lindsey whispered in Steven's ear. Steven wondered for a heartbeat on what basis Lindsey was making her observation. But he couldn't really focus on that right now. His eyes were glued to Mrs. Blain's diamond ringed fingers lewdly manipulating Mr. Gerard's cock through his pants. "Geez Stevie...This is really hot!..." Lindsey murmured. And she was right! Steven's own cock was as hard as a rock as he watched his chemistry teacher shamelessly fondling the vice principal's hard tool. "Don't you think this is soo hot?...." Lindsey purred as she swept her open palm across the front of Steven's pants to feel his tumescent length bulging beneath his zipper. "Umm Hmm!... I thought you would!..." she said, giving his hard-on a sensuous squeeze then moving her hand up to unfasten Steven's fly. As she deftly reached inside to grab his cock in her bare hand, she darted her tongue into his ear and purred like a contented kitten. "Oh Goddd!..." Steven groaned when she did that, fearing even as he did so that the couple making out in the other room would hear him. But Mr. Gerard was too caught up in pleading his case to be distracted by anything short of a nuclear bomb. Mrs. Blain's skilled fondling was definitely getting to him. He could just barely be heard saying things like... "Anything, anything you want....She'll never know and neither will he...but we owe this to ourselves...Oh God Evie!...You're getting me so hot baby!...We have to make a night of this!..." But Mrs. Blain's responses weren't encouraging..."We can't!...It wouldn't be right...But what about you're...If anyone found out..." and yet all the time she continued to smile that cheshire cat smile of hers while playing with Mr. Gerard's cock. When Mr. Blain popped a couple of more buttons on her blouse and slipped his hand inside she didn't try to stop him. In fact she pulled down his zipper with her own hand, fished inside it and wrestled his crimson erection out through the opening. Then she fisted him and started pumping him up and down in a slow steady rhythm. Mr. Gerard groaned and tried to kiss her again when she did that. But Evie held him off with the pressing fingers of her free hand. "Not tonight baby! It's too risky. Why don't you just enjoy this..." Mrs. Blain purred, working him over with long, deliberate strokes from the root of his shaft to his crimson knob and back again. Mr. Gerard started to squirm with excitement in response to the sexy teacher's skilled masturbation. Steven too was starting to feel that tingling sensation growing in his balls as Lindsey gave his boner the same treatment Mr. Gerard was getting. And while she was jerking him off she was whispering in his ear..."I'll bet you wish it was her doing this to you right now don't you, you little pervert? You'd love to get your hands on those big knockers of hers wouldn't you? I bet if she came over here and gave your fat knob a little tweak like this..." Lindsey said, giving his cock crown a sharp little twist..."that you'd be squirtin' all over yourself, wouldn't you?'' Steven shuddered and his balls lurched in response to Lindsey's provocative fondling. He leaned slightly forward, stiffening up every muscle in his body to try and hold back the come that was threatening to erupt at any moment. "Waittt!...Please Godd!...You're gonna' make me come if you keep doin' that!..." Steven hissed, probably more loudly then he meant to. Because that was when Mrs. Blain looked up and peered into the darkness of the outer office where Steven and Lindsey were hiding. Her hand stopped its torrid shuttling on Mr. Gerard's cock as did Lindsey's on Steven's. "Uh oh!...Looks like we're busted..." Lindsey whispered as Mrs. Blain's eyes focused on them. There was a long pause as the tall brunette studied the two young people standing there holding there breaths. Mr. Gerard seemed to sense Mrs. Blain's distraction and said..."Evie?...What?...What is it?...Why did you stop baby?...Don't stop!...I was so...so...Ohh!...You don't know how... Oh God!... Please!...Please keep going!..." he groaned disjointedly.. Mrs. Blain seemed to make up her mind and flashed a sly smile towards the shadowed entry way. Then she went back to work on her lover's cock, now jerking him with short, hard strokes near the base. "I know what you want baby. I know. It's O.K...." Mrs. Blain purred. With her eyes sparkling up into his, she pulled Mr. Gerard's face down into the bared expanse of her chest. She figured that if he were into her boobs up to his ears he was a lot less likely to notice the two young people observing them. To complete his distraction, she raised one nylon sheathed knee and pressed it up into his balls. Mr. Gerard gasped and started to tremble when she did that, hunching his groin back and forth against Mrs. Blain's leg like a dog in heat. Lindsey was amazed that Mrs. Blain chose to ignore her and Steven. She knew she had seen them. But then she realized that Mrs. Blain had just as much to lose here as anyone, maybe more. So her teacher didn't want to get involved in a confrontation at that moment. And if that was the case there was nothing stopping Lindsey from finishing what she had started. So the buxom young co-ed started imitating Mrs. Blain's hand movements, jerking the bottom of Steven's erection in her tightly clenched fist. She didn't have on her nylons but she could still reach in and give Steven's balls a tantalizing squeeze from behind. And that's just what she did. "Unnn Goddd!...Easy Lindsey!...Please!..." Steven groaned. He too had been sure that they had been caught and were going to get it. But then Mrs. Blain had ignored them as she resumed her torrid embrace with the vice principal. And then Lindsey had started up on him again, jacking him even harder than before. He didn't know if she realized how close he had been when Mrs. Blain spotted them. And with the way that she was briskly frictioning his length she wasn't giving him any chance to regain some control. Her lewd fondling was quickly bringing him back to the brink. And it wasn't helping that Mrs. Blain was looking right at him as she was saying the most outrageous things to Mr. Gerard like... "After you come on my stockings I'm gonna' make you lick it up baby! And if you get any on my panties you'll have to lick them clean too. I haven't had time to change them for a couple of days so they're probably a little crusty. But you won't mind that will you lover? Will you?..." she taunted, her thigh shifting as she rubbed her silky stocking up into Mr. Gerard's balls. At the same time her little hand was flying up and down the length of his tool. Lindsey decided she could play that game too. "Oh my God!... Did you hear that? What a super slut!... Look how red his cock is! It's almost as big as yours. She's got him about ready to pop!..." Lindsey said, her eyes locking on Mrs. Blain's as she continued... " I'll bet she'd do you both if you asked her? She'd probably love that? Jacking two guys off, getting them right to the edge, then holding them off, making it burn a little, maybe make them beg for it! Just look at her! She could make him do anything she wants right now! If she asked you to beg for it, you'd beg wouldn't you baby. You'd eat her dirty panties in a heart beat wouldn't you Steven? Wouldn't you?..." As she was making her obscene suggestions, Lindsey closed her little fist on Steve's engorged cock crown and turned it around and around on him. And then the muffled cries emanating from Mrs. Blain's bosom rose up an octave. Mr. Gerard tried to lift his face and straighten up but Evelyn locked her fingers in his hair and held him pinned in that scented valley. "I know baby!...I know!...Come for me!...Come on!...Come for me like this!..." Mrs. Blain urged, her eyes burning into Steven's. She drove her little fist to the base of Mr. Gerard's cock and pressed down on him like that, making him rise up on his toes into the compelling grip of her hand. Mr. Gerard's body was completely still for a moment. His hands came up and shakily grasped her shoulders. He yelped as a stringy shot of sperm erupted from his cock and streaked in a creamy trail across Mrs. Blain's stocking top. "Mmmff!...Nahh!...Nahhh!..." he whimpered as a series of wracking spasms seized his whole body as that first burst was flowed quickly by another and another. Mrs. Blain resumed her vigorous masturbation in time with his pulsing eruptions. Each spasm launched another greasy burst of sperm that painted her stockings, her skirt and very likely her panties too. The Rings Ch. 02 "Unn!...Ahhh!...Unn!..." Mr. Gerard grunted hoarsely with every surge of come. "Ummm!...Yesss!...Unn Hnn!...That's it!...Give it to me!...Come on!...Come baby!...Come for me!...Unn Hnn!...Unn Hnn!..." Mrs. Blain encouraged, stripping her hand relentlessly up and down Mr. Gerard's squirting cock. "You heard the teacher didn't you Steven? ...She wants to see you come!... Well?... Don't keep her waiting!... Are you going to give the teacher what she wants?...Do it!...Do it now!..." Lindsey urged, working Steven's knob with consummate skill. The young woman knew just how to push his buttons. There was no way that Steven could hold it with the two gorgeous women teasing him like that. His hand flew down to his groin to try and stop Lindsey's devilish fondling. But it was too late. Suddenly his balls lurched and the fiery come was streaming from his cock, erupting under Lindsey's twisting fist in searing pulses. "Nahhh!...Ahhh!...Ahhh!..." he moaned gutturally as his balls convulsed. He looked down helplessly as a deluge of creamy come began to surge between Lindsey's fingers. The viscous cream was dripping to the floor at his feet as well as trickling down her wrist. "Umm hmm!...Oh yeah!...That's it!...Show her baby!...Show the teacher how you come for her!..." Lindsey purred, sliding her hand down to mid-shaft of Steven's cock and pointing it towards a smiling Mrs. Blain. Several rapid fire streams of goo arced towards the doorway and splatted wetly on the floor between the two couples. Lindsey was really pleased to feel Steven coming in her hands. But she knew that Mrs. Blain's lewd performance had been just as responsible for making him come as her own. Even as he trembled and quaked at her touch, and the come continued to stream from his scarlet wand, the two women regarded each other across the room with hooded eyes. Each of them was considering what advantage they might ultimately make of this moment later on. As their orgasms started to abate, the two men continued to snort and twitch like a pair of thoroughbreds at the end of a race. An observer would have noted how Lindsey and Mrs. Blain finished off their two studs with exactly the same firm and steady hand strokes, patiently milking them to draw up every ounce of sperm they had. Eventually, Mrs. Blain released Mr. Gerard's wilted prick and allowed him to raise his head from her sumptuous cleavage. He looked almost lost as he blinked uncertainly under her steady gaze. His cheeks were a flaming crimson as he gasped for breath. "I...I...didn't really expect that...I mean I thought we'd...that you and I.. together... somehow... you know..." he mumbled anxiously. Mrs. Blain ignored his stammering. "Did you enjoy that?..." to which Mr. Gerard nodded enthusiastically. "Well that's nice because you've got some work to do..." she said with a smile. She had never dropped her knee and now she looked down at the lines of come that was streaking her thigh. She reached down and with one finger and started smearing one of the pearlescent trails around on her stocking top. "Whenever you're ready..." she said, her eyes burning into Mr. Gerard's. The vice principal swallowed uncertainly, hesitated for a long moment and then slowly began to sink to his knees in front of the shameless chemistry teacher. Mrs. Blain smiled at this. She turned a quick glance over to Steven and Lindsey and gave them a broad wink. Then she returned her attention to her kneeling lover. Steven had just finally been able to wriggle free of Lindsey's relentlessly pulling hand. He was completely spent and full of remorse over what his favorite teacher must think about him now. He was anxious to get the hell out of there as he stuffed his gooey member back in his pants. "Lindsey!...Let's go!... Let's get out of here!..." he pleaded in a whisper "What!...No way!...This just keeps getting better!..." the hot young co-ed whispered back as she watched the vice principal edging his way on his knees towards Mrs. Blain's proffered leg. "Lindsey!...Come on!...Mrs. Blain may have let us get away with it but I don't think Mr. Gerard's going to be quite so understanding if he finds us here." But Lindsey wasn't about to miss what was coming next. "You go!..Go on!...But if you see Danni, tell her where I am...Tell her she's got to see this!..." Lindsey murmured, edging a little further back into the shadows just as Mr. Gerard applied his tongue to Mrs. Blain's gleaming stockings. "Oh my God!..." Steven heard Lindsey gasp echoed by a..."Umm!...That's a good start...But there's lots more up here!...I want to see you get it all!..." from Mrs. Blain. Steven finally managed to tear his eyes away from the kinky little show going on in front of him and crept back out into the hallway. He didn't want to go back to the gym but he couldn't just hang around in the hallways. That could lead to some awkward questions if he was found there by any of the teachers. So he decided to go outside. He tried to act nonchalant as he wandered down the hall but he didn't hesitate to punch the cross bar opener of the first exit door he came to and then stepped out into the cool night air. But he wasn't the only one who was finding himself in a surreal sexual encounter that evening. Vance the Lance had been keeping something of a low profile since his unexpected run-in with Danni Spencer, that little bitch! The last time he had got lucky was with Nadia Adamo. He had hooked up with her at a bar one night and she had seemed up for anything. So he had slipped her one of his 'Roofies' and soon after that he had half coaxed, half carried her back to his place where he had banged the shit out of her. He got her home while she was still in something of a daze. When he called her the next Saturday and asked her to meet him back at the same place she said sure. After they had a couple of drinks it was obvious that she didn't remember a thing from the previous weekend. So he dropped another pill into one of her drinks and waited for it to do its magic. Sure enough, about an hour later Nadia was higher than a kite and ready to agree to anything. The only hitch came as they were leaving the bar. One of her friends came up to her and after a little chit chat asked her if she was all right. Fortunately Nadia's head seemed to clear for a moment and she said she was fine and that she was going out to a party with her friend Lance. After that it was a repeat of the previous weekend. He took her back to his place and fucked her stupid until each of them had been a quivering mess. Later, once he had taken her home, he started worrying about the friend who had talked to her at the club. If they started comparing notes there might be some awkward questions raised and young Mr. Rudetski decided he better move on from Miss Adamo. This was all before he had been taken to task by Danni Spencer. Fortunately Nadia's name hadn't come up when Danni was rhyming off the girls she knew who Lance had taken advantage of. That just proved that her little network of spy bitches wasn't as all seeing as she wanted him to believe. Still it was probably better to be safe than sorry. He didn't want any part of that malicious little cunt again. He had heard about a new bar a little way out of town. Apparently it was quite a meat market on weekends. And since you needed a car to get there he wasn't likely to run into many, if any, of the kids from school who were always hanging out at the local places. Saturday night he drove out to 'Maxine's' around 10:00 and got a seat by himself at the bar. The intel on this place had been right. It was busy with lots of young people keen to see and be seen; guys, couples, and a generous contingent of good looking young women, mostly in groups of two, three or more. These were circulating like bees in a field, looking, hovering, stopping briefly then moving on, in search of 'Mister Do-Bee'. Lance smiled as he surveyed his options, fairly certain that he could eventually entice one of these attractive young honeys into his web. He wasn't in any hurry. But all his cool was shattered a few moments later when this goddess strutted into the place and pulled up at a seat at the bar just two down from him. This young woman was gorgeous. She was fairly tall, about five foot eight, with blonde hair, cut straight and short so it just framed her face. She had an incredible body. She was wearing a beige, sleeveless knit dress that clung to every curve of her hourglass figure. The dress ended at mid thigh. Below that she was wearing glossy black boots with stacked heels. The boots went up almost to her knee. There was a glimpse of dark nylons between the top of her boots and the bottom of her dress. Vance tried not to stare too obviously at this vision of loveliness. But even a dead man would open his eyes to sneak a peak at those incredible knockers jutting through that form fitting little dress of hers. Vance tried to wait patiently just to be sure that there wasn't a boy friend or a gaggle of girls following this lovely but after ten minutes he couldn't restrain himself any longer. He picked up his drink and moved over so that he was standing between the chairs at the girl's side. He noticed that she had two drinks in front of her. They looked like rum and coke. Just what he was drinking. This could mean he'd been too hasty. "Hi. I noticed you when you came in just a while ago and hoped you wouldn't mind if I said hello. But if you're expecting someone I wouldn't want to be in the way." The blonde turned and looked at him with an amused smile for a moment. She seemed to be totally at ease. Probably used to guys hitting on her all the time. "No. I'm not expecting anyone. Why would you ask that?..." "Well. The two drinks. You don't look like a two fisted drinker and happy hour was over a long time ago. "Oh these..." the blonde said looking down at the two drinks as if she hadn't even noticed they were there. "I guess the bartender likes me...." she said, giving Vance a little wink as if to say she knew exactly why the bartender liked her. She looked at the nearly finished drink Vance was holding and said..."Rum and coke? You want this one?..." she asked nodding towards the second drink on the bar. "Well if it's not going to spoil your evening I wouldn't mind..." Vance said leaning in closer. "Is it O.K. if I sit down? If you wanted to tell me a little something about yourself I'd be all ears. Or I could talk about myself but sometimes I can be pretty boring. Not always, but it happens..." Vance offered, putting on his most winning smile. The blonde smiled at this particular little inanity but didn't object as Vance sat down on the stool next to her. She told him that her name was Karin and that she worked as a junior analyst at one of the big brokerage firms in town. She had just broken up with the latest in a long string of boyfriends and she was pretty disheartened by the whole dating thing. She was thinking about trying to go a year without a relationship and see how that worked out. Vance was all over this line of conversation. Commitment was fine, it was a good thing, but it had to evolve slowly, naturally. You couldn't force it. If it was going to happen it would. But there were a lot of disappointments in life and until you found exactly the right person you were only setting yourself up for a fall if you started relying on someone who wasn't mature enough to understand what you really wanted. He had a limitless supply of this happy horse shit but Karin seemed to find it riveting. What was really going through Vance's mind was how long was it going to be before she had to go to the bathroom and he could drop the little brown 'Roofie' he was fingering in his pocket into her drink. He had been out of service for too long now and the prospect of getting this little hottie into his bed had his pulse racing. Or he assumed that's what it was. He kept on waiting for Karin to put her drink down. It would only take an instant. But she seemed quite content to keep it constantly in her hand. Even as the conversation got more animated and more intimate and they ordered another round, she always had her drink in front of her as she gazed over its rim into his increasingly blurry eyes. He found himself losing track of the conversation even as Karin leaned closer to him and started whispering little suggestions into his ear. Oh this was going to be so sweet. Finally she said something about going to a party and was he interested. 'Hell yes!..." Vance replied, but found himself staggering a little as he got up off his bar stool. What the hell was this? He hadn't had that much to drink. But then Karin had him by the elbow and was snuggling those pneumatic tits of hers into his arm as she led him out of the club. He would have gone anywhere with her at that point. Then they were in a car. It wasn't his car. They were in the back. It must have been a taxi. Vance tried to make a move but Karin held him back with a stiff arm and murmured promises that they'd be there soon. Something about a party he wouldn't forget. She was pretty sure there would be some people he knew there. He wasn't really taking it all in. His head was swimming and he was losing track completely of what was going on. Some time later Vance found himself shaking his head like he was trying to wake up. Then a flash bulb popped in his brain and he shook his head some more to try and clear it. The flash bulb went off again and this time it stayed on in his brain. Vance couldn't breathe and he shook his head so hard he could feel his brain wobbling in his skull. He gasped and coughed and twisted around as he tried to register where he was. Around him he could see shapes that were all blurry but slowly coming into focus. He could feel the warmth of a body beside him and another body on his other side as well. Then the flashbulb popped again and he started coughing. His vision started to clear much more quickly and he looked around himself in confusion. He tried to move but it was like he was trapped inside a giant snowball. He had somehow lost the ability to move. And he was naked. It didn't take long to figure that out. He was on the floor on his ass, leaning against a couch wearing nothing but a frown. When you're naked, you're naked and some times that was a good thing but he didn't think this was one of those times. And then the flashbulb went off again and he started to twist and gasp... "Don't... Whatever you're doing!...Don't!..." "O.K Nadia. That's enough!...I think he's awake now!..." Vance shook his head one final time as someone's hands moved in front of his face. He followed them until he was looking at Nadia Adamo who was sitting next to him on the floor. She wasn't naked like he was but she was wearing a very tight spandex top that showed off her perky little breasts nicely. She had the word 'Double' emblazoned across her chest in sequined letters. Beneath that she was wearing a short skirt and sneakers. She was in the process of discarding a little broken capsule that she had apparently been holding up under his nose. It was ammonia smelling salts which must have been the cause of the flash bulbs popping in his brain. "Welcome back baby! We were afraid we were going to have to start the party without you." Vance turned to his other side to see who was speaking. At first he thought he must be imagining things. But after a moment he realized it really was Danni Spencer sitting there next to him on the floor, a very amused smile creasing her face. She was wearing the same outfit as Nadia. Sneakers, short skirt and the tight black spandex top clinging to her nubile young breasts. Only this one had the word 'Trouble' sequined across it. Vance did the association quickly. 'Double Trouble'! Well it could be some punk band maybe. But he didn't think so. He wasn't happy at all to see her and Nadia Adamo together, especially after the way Danni had busted his balls the last time. He tried to get up again but found that all he could do was sort of rock around on his ass. "What the hell is going on here? What is this? Why have you got me tied up like this? Where are my clothes?..." Vance demanded, opting for the old reliable 'a good offense is the best defense' strategy. But his aggressive posturing was somewhat undermined by his lack of mobility. His elbows were lashed together behind his back by a twelve inch Velcro strap. His hands were free but effectively pinned at his sides. His ankles were fastened to either end of a three foot spreader bar. As he struggled clumsily to move he looked like an open umbrella rolling around in the street on a windy day. He noticed that the two girls were sitting just far enough away from his sides that he couldn't get a hand on them. "What the fuck are you doing?..." Vance groaned unhappily as he began to realize his helplessness. "Why nothing baby. Just getting you ready for the party..." Danni said with her perpetual smile. And it was then that Vance noticed that she was doing something at his crotch. 'Oh my God! Please not again!" he groaned to himself. He actually found that he was holding his breath as he looked down into his exposed groin. Danny had tied a noose of red ribbon just behind his cock crown and was just then feeding the free end of it through a little grey tube. It was a piece of rigid 1-1/2" PVC pipe, a 60 degree elbow, only about 3" long. It was a common enough plumbing fitting. As he watched spellbound, Danni slid the plastic tube down the ribbon until it stopped against his knob. Then she pulled up on the ribbon and pushed down on the little tube, twisting it back and forth. She was biting her lip in concentration as she worked Vance's cock into and then through the snug little sleeve like she were coaxing a mouse out of its hole. "There! That's just right don't you think?..." Danni asked, once she had pulled his cock through the wickedly curved little device. She only pushed it far enough down his shaft so that his helmet shaped knob bulged out over the top of the cylinder. Vance wasn't sure what to say to this. It was a little uncomfortable but not too bad. It did look pretty unnatural the way the top third of his prick was bent out almost horizontally from the rest of his shaft. He decided his best move was to convince these girls that he had learned his lesson. "Nahhh!...Oh God!...Don't!...Geez!...It hurts!...It hurts so much!...Please take it off!...I'll do whatever...whatever you say...whatever you want...please!..." he pleaded, trying to force a little tear from the corner of his eye, but without any success. Danni looked at him appraisingly for a moment. "Oh don't be such a baby! I don't think it hurts that much... yet...but it will! Now don't be unpleasant! Besides, you haven't said hello to your latest conquest. I think you've met my friend Karin. Karin...don't be shy. You can't stand in the shadows all night long." Vance looked up when Danni said that just as Karin stepped forward from a little kitchenette in the corner. It was then that he realized they were probably in some sort of motel room. He had virtually forgotten Karin but as she stood there smiling down on him in her little knitted dress and black boots it all started coming back to him. "You bitch!..." he murmured almost under his breath. "Yeah.." Danni said sympathetically. "Now you're starting to get it. I guess it wasn't true love after all. You see Nadia approached me just recently and told me about her dates with you. Now this was after the last time you and I had a little chat so I realized that, sadly, you hadn't kept your promise to be a good boy. So I asked my friend Karin to help us. It was easy enough to slip that 'Roofie' I confiscated from you at Lindsey's house into your drink at the bar. And after that it was even easier to get you back here. All Karin had to do was promise you a little party and you were totally hers. You know how that goes. And so here we are." The Rings Ch. 02 "But it wasn't all a lie. Karin promised you a party and I think it's time we got the party going, don't you big boy?" Danni teased as she dropped her little hand into Vance's lap and ringed the base of his cock with her thumb and forefinger. Gently she began to stroke him, watching him eagerly for his response. "Don't forget about me baby!..." Nadia purred as she reached in from her side and cupped her little fingers around Vance's balls and gave them an encouraging squeeze. "Oh shit!..." Vance gasped as his prick began to respond with an eager stiffening. But that rush of blood into his wickedly bowed cock turned the mild distress of a moment ago into a much more intense ache. "Wait!...Don't!...Easy Danni!...God!...That really does hurt!..." he gasped, squirming in discomfort as he was unable to control his normal sexual response to the girls' cruel fondling. But Nadia and Danni were only just starting on him. "Oh it's not us you have to worry about lover. It's Karin. She can be such a slut when she wants to be. Karin why don't you show him that little trick of yours..." Danni said with an encouraging nod to her friend. Karin smiled and then advanced a little closer to the trio sprawled out on the floor in front of the couch. With her eyes fixed on Vance's she reached behind her for the zipper of her dress and lowered it. Then she reached for the hem of her dress and pulled it up and over her head. As the material came free she shook her head to straighten her hair, then dropped the dress on the floor behind her. She stood there regally in front of them in nothing but her high boots and some very flimsy black underwear. Her panties were of the sheerest material Vance had ever seen. Every hair on her pudenda, every fold of her puffy labia was clearly visible through the miniscule triangle that barely covered her mons. The bra was a little more substantial as it would have to be to support those voluptuous mounds of hers. But Vance didn't have long to make a style assessment as Karin reached up and stretched both satiny cups down and under her boobs. She pulled her shoulders back so that those creamy orbs thrust out arrogantly above the bunched fabric that was stretched taut beneath them. Then she reached up and lifted one of those pendulous breasts up to her mouth. Slowly her lips parted around her crimson nipple and then parted further as she greedily started suckling the end of her tit. After a moment of this she released her avid lip lock with a juicy smack but still she held her glistening breast out in front of her. Only now that breast was adorned with an incredibly swollen nipple. That engorged bud was jutting out at least an inch from her swollen aureole and was as fat around as a baby's finger. Vance had never seen anything so tantalizing in all his life. He would have given anything at that moment to be able to have that nipple and that breast in his mouth. But that thought flitted through his mind for only the briefest nano-second. What was really pre-occupying him then was the agony that was ripping through his groin. Now the blood was pounding fiercely at the base of his cock. The way his shaft was bent so cruelly had made his knob swell up over the PVC elbow like a plum tomato. And that little tube was imbedded so deeply in his taut flesh that it was squeezing him with vice like ferocity. Danni seemed completely oblivious to his anguish as she rhythmically stroked the ring of her encircling thumb and forefinger up and down the lower portion of his dick. "Nahhh!...Nooo!...Don't...Ahhhh!...Danni!...Please!...." Vance wailed, squirming like his ass was on fire. This time there were real tears, not pretend, starting to leak from the corner of his eyes. "Nadia. Do you have that ball gag I asked you to bring? We don't want to disturb the neighbors." Danni said. Nadia reached back onto the couch and into her purse with her free hand. She pulled out a ball gag and dangled it in front of Vance's swaying head. "Here it is..." the smiling young girl said holding up the bizarre device. It was a bright red rubber ball with two leather straps to hold it in place. Nadia took the ends of the straps in both hands, pulled the ball up against Vance's mouth and went to tie it into place behind his head. But Vance pursed his lips tight like a child and muttered..."Unn Unn!...Unn unn!...Nohh!.." "Oh for God sake!..." Danni said, reaching up with her free hand and pinching Vance's nose closed between her thumb and forefinger. She waited for a few moments until his breathing through his pursed lips became more labored. Then she released the base of his cock and slapped his balls sharply with the palm of her hand. There was an audible 'SMACK!' from the apex of Vance's groin, a distinct whooshing gasp as his mouth popped open in a strangled cry and a delighted.."There!" from Nadia as she snapped the ball gag into place and fastened it swiftly at the back of his head. Danni conscientiously went back to work on the exposed portion of Vance's cock with her encircling fingers and Nadia went back to plying his balls with her provocative little fingers. Vance's eyes were swimming with tears now as the agony radiated from his cruelly distorted tool. But still he couldn't tear his eyes away from Karin's obscene breast play. By now the tall blonde had sucked both nipples into quivering hardness and she was teasing herself by strumming them back and forth with her extended fingers. Sometimes she stopped and stretched one of those engorged nubs rudely away from her breast, moaning through slitted eyes with her own excitement when she did that. "Ummmf!...Ummmff!...Mwahhhh!...Unnn!..." Vance moaned gutturally as the pain and excitement vied for supremacy at the center of his aching loins. Danni was well aware of how painful her little cock cage was for Vance but she felt he had earned it. She was completely at ease with what she was doing. And then she saw that the pre-come was starting to ooze from his gaping pee slit and she knew he was getting close. She speeded up her lurid masturbation as she smiled at her friend... "You really can be such a slut can't you Karin? Now why don't you come over here and get ready to do that thing we talked about. I think he's getting close." Karin saw the clear goo trickling down the PVC tube clenched around Vance's cock and knew Danni was right. She edged closer to the young man staring up at her with feverish eyes and sat down in front of him. She scooched ahead between his legs until she was sitting on the spreader bar with her ass. Her legs were bent at the knees and she draped her left leg over his right one so that she was straddling it. Then she sort of semi reclined on her elbows, reached around and resumed fondling her gleaming breasts with both hands. Vance's eyes stared at the enticing display to the apex of Karin's loins. He could clearly see through her sheer panties that her crimson labia were swollen and dripping with her own juices. This lewd sight send another excruciating lance of pain and excitement darting through his groin. "Nahhh!...Ahhh!...Unnnn!..." he gasped, helplessly bucking his loins up into Danni's tirelessly pumping fingers. Danni looked up at Karin and said..."He's almost there. Now remember what we said. Do it just like that." "So you don't want me to hurt him?" Karin asked. Wanting to be sure she understood what Danni was saying. Danni turned her smiling face to Vance as she answered her friend..." Oh we want you to hurt him! Just don't ....damage him!" she said thoughtfully. And although Vance wasn't thinking clearly at that point as the tension in his loins was becoming unbearable, he did notice when Nadia removed her hand from his balls. Karin stretched her right leg out if front of her, not all the way but just far enough so that the gritty sole of her stacked heel was resting against the underside of his nuts. But then Vance's world began to implode as his balls gave a mighty lurch and the come surged forth in a fiery orgasm. But because of the excruciating bend in his cock, his urethera was dramatically restricted. Instead of bursting out in vigorous spurts, the semen could only stream out of the end of his cock in sluggish little oozings. And that was creating an agonizing pressure in his loins as his balls furiously generated more output than his distorted cock could release. "Ahhh!...Nahhh!...Unghhh!..." Vance cried in a howl that would have indeed brought the neighbors running if it hadn't been for the ball gag. And if it wasn't for Karin sitting on the spreader bar between his legs he probably would have been doing horizontal cartwheels around the room as his genitals screamed in pain. As it was it took all of Nadia's strength to keep him pinned against the couch as his orgasm raged through his shuddering loins. All three girls exchanged knowing smiles as they watched Vance's frantic bucking and writhing. Danni jacked his cock with short hard strokes in a way that she knew would have him coming in body wrenching spasms. And even so, at the first sign that the agonizing pressure might be easing off just the slightest, she raised her eyes to Karin and nodded her head. "Now!..." she purred Karin's upper thigh twitched hard as she kicked her stacked heel into Vance's balls, driving them up into his bony pelvis and making his head snap back on his shoulders. Vance's eyes went wide in amazement and distress. A lightning bolt of agony lanced through his groin as Karin deliberately twisted her heel up into his balls. "Phwahhhh!...." the helpless young man cried in a keening wail, literally bouncing on his ass as Karin punished his vulnerable testicles. Beads of sweat were dotting his forehead and his shoulders strained against the strap restraining them as he struggled to escape. But the girls had him effectively bound. Karin smiled at his frantic response as she jammed his nuts brutally up into his groin. She continued to do it for a long moment longer before she slowly relaxed her punishing leg. When she did that Vance stopped his panicked writhing. His shoulders slumped as he concentrated on simply trying to breathe. It was as if all the wind had been knocked out of him and he was focusing his energy on just maintaining consciousness. And that was when Danni went back to work on his still rigid cock. She was really curious to see if she could 'jump-start' his aborted orgasm. She knew that he was in shock just then. But she also knew that he had a powerful sex drive and she wondered if she could get him to come again despite his aching genitals. "Nadia! Rub that little spot under his knob with your thumb! Karin! Tell him you didn't mean it!..." Danni instructed as she resumed a firm masturbation of the root of Vance's shaft, slow up strokes and short, hard strokes down. Nadia did what Danni told her, using Vance's come to lubricate her deftly cruising thumb. Karin gracefully rose to her feet and stood on the cross bar tethering his legs together. With her legs slightly parted she put her hands on her hips and bent forward at the waist. She turned her shoulders back and forth so that her pendulous breasts swung erotically from her chest. "I'm sorry baby! I guess I just got a little excited! But I'll make it up to you! You'll see!..." Karin purred in a voice that was dripping with promise. Vance seemed totally oblivious as he sat there slumped with his eyes unfocused. His balls were already swollen up half again beyond their normal size but they were more numb and throbbing than actually painful at that moment. And then he seemed to notice that Nadia and Danni were determinedly manipulating his cock once more. His eyes flashed from theirs to Karin's and he realized that they were all watching him expectantly. Danni was the first to feel it. A little helpless hunching of his loins up into her hand in time with her persuasive fondling. Her smile grew broader at that. She knew she had him. "Don't stop!..." she instructed Nadia as she persisted in jacking Vance off with a steady hand. Nadia continued to polish the end of Vance's prick with her little thumb, now sweeping it around and around the entire circumference of his shiny dome. "Nahhh!..Unnn!...Ahhhh!..." Vance started to groan gutturally as that other tension started to build once more in his abused groin. And then, without any warning, his ball lurched once more and the come began to burn through his gaping pee slit under Nadia's coaxing thumb. "Oh yeah!..." Danni enthused. "Wahhhh!...Aghhhh!...Naaaa!...." Vance cried through the ball gag as an excruciating combination of pleasure and pain tore through his loins. It was harder to choose which was more painful, the agonizing throb of his grossly distorted cock or the anguished convulsing of his bruised testicles. In any case there was nothing he could do about it as his body trembled and shook and his greasy come pulsed once more from his tortured loins. Danni watched Vance's tormented squirming with quiet satisfaction. She jerked him with practiced skill to keep him coming. And as soon as she felt that tension begin to ease again she glanced up at Karin and said..."O.K.! Do him again!..." Vance wondered what she meant by that. But as he glanced up into Karin's smiling eyes he was in time to see her leather clad leg flashing forward just before her square toed boot connected squarely with his balls. "Mmmfff!..." he yelped, his eyes growing big as saucers as the pain exploded once more in his groin. His head started to swim as a swirling mist obscured his vision. He was vaguely aware that Danni was still pumping him but his balls were suddenly so traumatized that they ceased to function. He turned his eyes back to Karin in a silent plea. The statuesque blonde was smiling down on him. Even as her face began to go out of focus he saw her pucker her lips at him in a mocking little kiss as she drew her leg back and unleashed another casual kick at his groin. The ball crunching contact that followed made that flash bulb pop thing happen again in his head as Vance lost consciousness. He simply slumped back against the couch with a defeated hiss like an inflated doll that had just had all the air let out of him. The girls stared at his recumbent form with amusement for a moment. Then Danni gave one of his shoulders a push and he toppled over awkwardly onto his side. It was only when Karin stepped off the spreader bar tying his legs together that he was able to fall over completely, one leg raised off the floor at a 45 degree angle. "Well it looks like he's done for now. Why don't we get something to drink and see what's on TV..." Danni said. The two other girls nodded their heads. Nadia and Danni got up and threw Karin a light sweater. Then they all went into the bathroom to see what was on ice in the bathroom sink. As an afterthought Nadia brought a plastic bag full of cubes back to the living room and sort of blanketed Vance's distended testicles with them. Vance just lay there, periodically twitching and whimpering as if he was still getting his balls busted in his dreams. Steven was practically a basket case when he went into Mrs. Blain's class on Monday. He and Lindsey had caught Mrs. Blain and Mr. Gerard, the vice principle, making out in his office after the dance on Friday. And then Mrs. Blain in turn had discovered her two students spying on them. Lindsey had had Steven's cock out and was giving him a hand job at the time. Afterwards Steven realized that that had probably been a really bad idea. So which way was the shit going to fly? Steven had no idea. He imagined that Mrs. Blain might have turned in her resignation in disgrace or alternatively might have him suspended for an invasion of her privacy and/or indecent behavior. And there were a hundred other possibilities that had occurred to him, many of which involved him losing the opportunity to go on to college because he had let Lindsey jack him off in front of his favorite teacher. The one outcome that he hadn't considered was that nothing at all would happen after the events of Friday night. Mrs. Blain was there on Monday of course, looking as glamorous as ever. And she was no more or less approachable in her class than she had been throughout the rest of the year. She didn't dart any withering glances his way or fail to ask him an occasional question. In a short while Steven let out a great sigh of relief as the possibility dawned on him that everybody was going to pretend that nothing had happened in the vice principle's office after the dance. And that was perfectly alright with him. He was happy to fall back into the role of worshipful geek which is what he was. About mid week he approached Lindsey to ask about what happened after he left on Friday night. He found her response very strange. She looked at him like the cat who ate the canary and just said that she didn't no what he was talking about. When he pressed her further all she said was that as far as she was concerned nothing unusual had happened on Friday night. That and if he knew what was good for him he better not say anything to anyone either. This wasn't like the brash and careless Lindsey that he knew and Steven was considerably puzzled by her behavior. Which was probably part of the reason why, when Mrs. Blain kept him behind after class on Thursday, he was more than a little anxious. After all the other students had filed out, Mrs. Blain came back to Steven's desk and stood over him. "Steven. I've been thinking we should have a little talk about what happened last week." "Ahhh...Well...We could...I guess, but it isn't...I mean...I wouldn't...I mean really I didn't..." Steven stammered awkwardly. "Actually Steven, I didn't think it would be appropriate to have a discussion here since there is a 'personal' element to the matter. Why don't you come over to my house on Saturday...around 4:00..." Mrs. Blain said as she scribbled her address on the corner of his copy book...'E.B. 85 Somerset Street Sat. 4:00' . For some reason the suggestion that he go to Mrs. Blain's house made Steven really nervous. "Ummm...Well...I don't know Mrs. Blain. Wouldn't it be better if we met at your office or the canteen or somewhere..." he asked hopefully. Mrs. Blain looked at him like he was sorely vexing her. "Don't be silly Steven. The walls have ears around here, you know that..." Mrs. Blain said glancing towards the door. When Steven looked that way he saw Lindsey stopped in the doorway watching them. But when Mrs. Blain and Steven both looked at her she quickly turned and walked away down the hall. "Besides, my husband will be there. You'll be perfectly safe. So Saturday at 4:00? You know where it is?" Steven couldn't think of any other way to avoid the visit so he said..."Sure. That's fine. I'll be there." "Good. I'll look forward to it..." Mrs. Blain said with sparkling eyes. She reached out with one hand and briefly touched the side of Steven's face. Then she turned on her heel to go back to her desk. Steven knew he had been dismissed. But the feel of her warm palm against his cheek stayed with him as he left the classroom. On Saturday, Steven was parking in the driveway of Mrs. Blain's suburban home at 3:55. With butterflies in his stomach he walked up and rang the bell then waited. After what seemed like ages the door opened. Mr. Blain, presumably, was tall, fit, dark haired and looked to be a few years younger than Mrs. Blain. He was wearing dirty jeans and a work worn T-shirt that said 'UNC - Go Tar Heels!' "Hi! You must be Steven! I'm Tom. Evie told me you were coming by. Come on in. We're in the kitchen. It's through there..." Tom said, standing aside and pointing down the hall. "Nice to meet you. I hope this isn't too inconvenient..." Steven said as he headed towards the kitchen.