0 comments/ 60395 views/ 5 favorites The Magic Ring By: Satyriasis69 It all stared when I was called out to work an accident on the edge of town. I have twenty-five years in the city police department all of my time has been in traffic division. I have only four more mouths till retirement. The city has what they call a seventy fine year plan. I started at age twenty-five, worked twenty-five year an am now fifty adding up to seventy-five. I was ready to go out the door and get my new life started as a bar owner down on the coast road. I am fifty years old, single no wife or kids to worry about. However over the years I have come close to getting married. But as luck or not would have it I am still single. In my job I get to meet a lot of women. Some are mothers of accident victims. Other are involved in accidents and I see them at the sight and on follow up. Several have been so thankful for my services that I have been rewarded with their most cherished position. Or so they thought it was I having my doubts in some cases. This accident was a bad one. Both mother and son were killed. After the ambulances were gone, the cars had been towed I was still out there doing my measuring and taking pictures for the record. I was ready to wrap it up when I saw a little silver ring in the gutter. I picked it up and looked at the unusual design a small dragonhead with rubies for eyes. It was warm to the touch and for a second I felt a sensation of sexual arousal. But it passed as I dropped the ring in my pocket. I had gone off duty and was having a beer at my local neighborhood bar when I remembered the ring. I pulled it out and slipped it on my finger. I knew it was much to small but to my surprise it slipped on easily. All at once I got a warm sensation in my groin. I felt a hard on starting to swell in my jeans. At first I had no thought it was the ring that had caused this sensation. Because for months I had been trying to get a date with the owner's wife. He was a sick old guy and was not around much so I had been hitting on his much younger wife. She was working at the other end of the bar and every time she bent down to grab a beer out of the well I could see the cure of a sweet firm ass. I was thinking how much fun it would be to have some of that when she turns around and gives me a smile a yard wide. She even wiggled her ass as if to say "Hi buster this could be your night." I was smiling back when she came up to my end and said. " Old man your looking very good tome tonight. What have you done different?" I said I did not have a clue. But if she wanted to come up to my place after closing we could try to fine out. She placed her hand over mine and said. " It's a date. I'll see you at two fifteen when I close up." I was showered and waiting for her arrival the bed had clean sheets the window was open so we cold hear the surf. The lights were low and some old blues were wailing in the background. The door was open so she walked in looking at pretty as ever. June is twenty years my junior and it never occurred to me that she would take me up on my invitations. She asked me where the shower was. I showed her and handed her a clean towel. She handed it back to me and said, " You can lick me dry if you want. " I want." I said. June was tall really a big girl, but with her height she carried her pounds well. Long dark hair, broad pointed breasts set off my one of the smallest waist I had eve seen on a girl that big. Her ass was narrow but plump and it sure looked good. Dripping water from head to foot she walked slowly toward the bed. My erection was standing at attention ready for work. June came into my arms and we kissed slowly a first then harder till my mouth hurt. My hands were feeling those fine breasts and my thigh was pressed up between her legs. The thick hair on her puss was dark but it could not disguise a sensitive clitoris. It was long protruding out like only a few I had ever seen this way. Leaving her warm lips I kissed down her neck. Stopping only a minute to pay homage to her fine breasts then her belly and finely I captured that clitoris between my lips and suck hard on it. She screamed so load I thought for a moment I had hurt her, but the way she grabbed my head forcing my mouth tight into her wet pussy I knew she was not hurt. Her clitoris was stiff like a small little cock except it had no head. She screamed again and I tasted what few men have ever tasted the nectar of the gods. Only a few times in my life had I ever tasted it and it is the sweetest taste in the entire world. Some men will only dream of it while I had been privileged to taste it four times in my sexual active years. June gave me what is by some to be called the sweetest of all sweets. I licked her juices as they flowed from her like a tiny river over flowing its banks. She was tired to the point of near total exhaustion when it was over. So I held her in my arms and let her rest. I fell asleep but was awaken by June licking my erection from the base of my balls to the tip of my bulbous head. She was licking it like a child would an ice cream cone staring to melt. My cock seemed to grow with every rake of her tongue up my shaft. I pulled her up and as I did she lifted herself up to sit across my hips. He pussy was quivering as I entered her. She had a hot wet pussy and I filled it to capacity. I could feel the loose skin on my cock slide to greet the walls of her pussy. We were literally bonding together. Our bodies were working as one. I have never thought of myself as a super stud. But I was proud tonight that every thing was working so well she was lifting up and slowly letting herself down on me. It was as if she wanted to feel the sensation of that first entry time and time again. Then she stared to rock back and forth letting me feel the inside of her pussy from with the head of my cock. It was rubbing her deep and all over in there. She shook her head and wiggled her hips as if to get more of me inside her. I was shaking so I was sure I was going to go off to soon. But some how I managed to wait till just the right moment when she had her second climax. This time I exploded with her filling her with a load that even surprised me. I could feel the throbbing as my muscles pumped more and more up and out of me. I had never climaxed like that in my whole life. June felt it too and said, " Oh, my god, Oh, god. Fill me up." She collapsed across my chest while I was still pumping my sperm into her. The sun came in the window waking us together. June looked at me and said "Old man I have to get home. But I must say you awaked in me something that was dormant for a long time. I never knew it could be like that. Thanks for being the one to wake me up to what life should be." June left and I was sure I would see her again. I just did not know when. After she was gone I showered and took the little ring off my hand. Almost at once I felt a sexual relief as if I had been on Viagra for a week and just came down off a great high. It looked so small surely I could not have had that on my finger. I thought about checking with the family to see if it was on a victim at the time of the accident. It was after lunch before I got around to calling the home of the deceased. A girl answered the phone telling me she was the daughter and sister to the peopled killed in the crash. I told her I wanted to come by and talk if that was all right with her and other members of the family. She said, " Please come any time we will be her all day." The home was set off the road up a wooded lane. There were two people at the house. One was the daughter a Miss Audrey Cornell and a Mrs. Blanch Chester the sister of the mother. They invited me in to the den where they were having coffee. I sat on a winged chair in front of a fireplace. Both ladies sat across the coffee table from me on a long sofa. They were dealing with their grief well and before long were talking like old friends. The couple Mother and son had been to a party at Mrs. Chester's home. But she assured me they were not drinking. As we talked I slipped my hand into my pocket and some how the little ring l\slipped right on my finger. Almost at once I fell my erection grow that same warm feeling was growing I my groin. Mrs. Chester smiled at me and said " Officer King is it?" I told her it was Kelly King but everyone calls me Buster. She said " Buster, if you promise not to put it in your report I tell you about the party we had at my home." I smiled nodding that what ever she told me would be held in confidence. Audrey smiled and sat closer to her Aunt. Blanch said. " Well we were," she blushed. " We were having a sex party. My sister and I have been fucking our sons for nearly two years. Then last year we started to fuck each other sons. Audrey was supposed to join our little incest group next week here in this house. My son would have been here today but he had to work. Audrey has fucked both her brother and my son but never in a group. Now we will never get the chance to share one another as a family." This did not sound strange to me it sounded as if it were the natural thing to do when you had a loving family. I reached across the table and held out my hand. " Blanch, Audrey I wish I could be part of your family it sounds so wonderful, so loving." I paused and look at them and they looked at me. Then as if it had been rehearsed we said, in unison " Why not." Two minutes later I had a girl in each arm walking up stairs. The master bedroom was large and the bed was a king size. I started kissing one and then the other. While we groped and dropped clothing as we moved toward that kind size bed. Blanch was a fine looking lady of forty six, she had a soft round body with everything a lady needs to give a guy one hell of a good time. Her tits were full and hung down just a little her hips were starting to get that middle age spread but it was not too wide yet. I was taken by her looks and candid way of talking. Audrey was not about to be left out of this party she was holding my fully erect cock in her hands. Both hands I fact. Audrey was small not five feet with pointed budding breasts and the firmness of youth. He little ass was already kind of wide for her size and I thought if looked just right for a tender fucking. The girls were on either side of me. Blanch in y arms kissing me while Audrey was busy jerking my cock making it grow even larger than last night. Blanch told Audrey to suck my cock she was sure I would like that. Blanch had no idea just how much I would enjoy Sweet Audrey sucking my cock. For such a tiny girl Audrey was taking almost all my cock down he throat. I had deep throat before but not like this sweet twenty year old was doing. It was only a matter of second before Blanch move down to give Audrey a time out. Which she gave up so she could move up to sit across my face? Audrey's pussy was wet and the pussy lips were long and hung down inviting me to chew on them. I was giving Audrey my full attention when I felt Blanch get up and straddle my groin. Blanch had a tight pussy for a lady that had children and was fucked regularly. Audrey turned around so she could face her aunt they were kissing and fondling each other's tits. Audrey was the first to cum. She flooded my mouth till it ran down around my neck. It was a pungent but not to bad a taste. Not that sweet nectar of last night. Blanch got to jerking and riding my cock as hard as she could before she let out a sound like a train tooting. She just stiffens and collapsed on the bed next to me. My cock was still stiff as a rod so Audrey being a nice girl that she is started to suck me again. I was holding her head in my hands helping her keep a good rhythm going. When I said, "Audrey have you every been fucked in that tiny ass if so I would like to fuck it for you." Audrey sat up smiling like a cat that stole the canary. She jumped around so she was on all fours in front of me. I got off the bed and stood on the floor with my fucking cock ready for some hot ass action. It did not take any K-Y jelly for me to get my cock up her well-oiled ass hole. She had been fucked many times and loved it. Grabbing her by the hips I jerked her back on old stony and gave her a fucking she will not soon forget. Blanch in the mean time was fingering my ass and getting a hand full of Audrey's tint tits. When I cum it was again as last night it pumped long and lots till Audrey had to pull free of me. Blanch was my cock was still pumping and she took hold and helped my jerking me till it was bone dry. We showered and kissed each other goodbye. Now if I wrote that all up it would make one hell of a report. I slipped the ring off my finger returning all other things back to normal. I guess that was the moment I was sure that it was the ring that caused me to be a lot more man than I had been up till now. It also seemed to wake up whom ever I have an interest in and that sure makes it easy to get anyone I want. On the way back to the station I had an idea how to give this hypothesis one more try. The Magic Ring "The fuck you did." Simon wasn't looking back at Jamie like he was lying. Not at all. "Don't believe me," Simon barked back, with a grin. "Then I won't tell you how I did it." Jamie studied him continuously, then quipped, "I'm not seeing it. I just don't see it, I'm sorry." And Jamie had reason to doubt Simon. EVERY reason. Simon was a chubby twenty-something drop-out with greasy hair, who wore his sunglasses at night. Constantly tripping over his own shoe-laces and always wearing a shit-eatin' grin like he knew something everyone else didn't. No way did this fucker get her in the sac. Not her. "She lives in Westchester, right around the block. Believe me, I banged her. And with her sister in the next room." "Not buyin' it, man." Simon waited for him to ask. He shoveled some more French fries into his gnarly mouth and put his chin up proudly, bringing a Red Bull to his mouth. Jamie couldn't stand the preening any longer. "You're gonna fuckin' tell me, so just spit it out." Simon smiled from ear to ear and leaned in, like he was some fuckin' Mafioso. "There's this chick, calls herself Rhea -- Rhea the Queen of Something -- Queen of I Dunno, whatever the shit -- anyways, she's got this ring and shit. Says she's got a way o' usin' it to be somebody else and shit, right? So I tell 'er, 'Ay, so, ah, who can I be?' And you don't believe what she says to me. Get this, she says, 'You can be David Lucado.' She fuckin' plants the seed in my head." At this point, Simon sits back and takes a deep breath, looking off as if he sees something in his mind's eye. "You're serious?" "As a fuckin' heart attack, bro." Simon takes another sip of his Red Bull, which is mostly for show at this point. He even dribbles a little on his chin. "I don't believe it." "She tol' me deep personal shit, man. Like about her ex and shit. She's mad freaky in the sac though, for real." He wasn't letting up. Jamie was starting to believe he was serious. "You're telling me you fucked Britney Spears?" "Til she sang like a fuckin' angel, dog. Best pussy in the world, let me tell you." It couldn't have happened. Jamie'd known Simon for years, and always took him to be the biggest loser he'd ever met. And Simon knew he thought that about him, too. He knew that about all of his friends, none of them believing him capable of getting pussy he didn't have to pay for. And now the tables were turned. This fuckin' guy, his loser friend, got his knob polished by Britney Fuckin' Spears. He probably came inside her, too. Jamie looked away, disgusted. More so with himself, he realized. Simon continued, "You know, I could hook you up, bro. I still got the chick's number." "Not big on sloppy seconds, thanks." "Not her you asshole. Rhea. $2,000 gets you anywhere you wanna be. Worth every penny too, you know what I mean?" When he saw that Jamie was considering, he laughed and continued. "Ah! You got someone you wanna bang big time, look a'chew! Who is it? C'mon..." Jamie couldn't resist him, and a small curl of a smile started to form. "You'll laugh." "Nah! Tell me!" "Avril Lavigne." "No! Seriously? Haha! No I see that. She's mad hot, bro. Super cute. I'd hit that shit for sure!" "You're serious? This chick could hook me up?" "She'll make you look like someone else, but that's all. You gotta do everything else. And if anything goes, you know, south, well, she don't know you from Adam, know what I'm sayin'?" "So I'd have to be... who? Her boyfriend?" "Or someone she'd wanna fuck. Don't see her wantin' to fuck anybody else though, do you? I don't know shit about her though." "Probably not. I don't even know who she's fuckin' these days." Didn't matter, though. Jamie soon found out she was fuckin' some guy named Chad. He couldn't believe Avril was getting banged by a guy named Chad, and he soon felt an even greater desire for the petite young pop star. When he left Simon at the Food Court table with the very imaginable promise of bedding her, he had the biggest, most throbbing hard-on of his life. * It didn't take him long to believe that Simon was putting him on, as the woman named Rhea turned out to be a 72-year old black woman with no teeth. "See he'e chile! C'mon an' sit down hea!" His reason for being here had still given him the erection of his life, and he suddenly felt very uncomfortable to have such a thing in his pants as he met this woman. And the woman must have known it the whole time. Revelled in it, in fact. "Mama gon' do right by her chile, yes she is. Tell it how it gon' be, nah..." "Uh... well, my friend Simon, he says that you..." "Simon! Ah, yah, I do know that lil' boy, yes I do! Sweet lil' one, fell him in luv with a purty lil' thing. Yuh, I help 'im out. Help 'im get 'is lil' sweetie pie, yes I did. Ah! So you want I should get you some luvin' too, ain't ya? Iss what ya want to, ya, boy?" He didn't have to say anything, she read his response. "Ha! Mama is good. Still got it, she do! Okay, listen here... give me your lil' paws here, k chile?" Jamie held out his palm and she took it, putting one of her hands on top and one below. She closed her eyes and seized on an image in her mind's eye, then started to smile. She opened her eyes again, then looked him square in the eyes, as if she'd been exorcized by a demon. "You got the money?" Her voice was now sharp, and the abrupt change in character frightened Jamie at first. To which Rhea laughed hysterically. "I never get enough of it. All you white boys, I just love fuckin' with ya. Make you think it's all voodoo and shit." "But..." he started to respond. "Oh it's magic, for sure. Just not with all the bells and whistles. Anyways, you got the money? You want a visit with Ms. Lavigne, you gonna have to pay up." Again, he was bewildered, and she just had to laugh. She would enjoy it more, if it weren't so god-damned common. He brought out an envelope and handed it to her. "Some boys, they don't even have the money cuz they think this is just a gimmick." "Why not, I figured." She took the money, and then smiled again. "Now's a good time, you'll see. Perfect, in fact. I hope you enjoy your time, and you come back anytime, young man." She gestured for his other hand and pulled out a small red pouch. She pulled out a ring and slid it onto his finger, and as soon as she did, his face fell onto the table, and everything went black. * He awoke to the sensation of being in underwear, covered in satin sheets that he discovered were red in color. He still had the feeling that he'd woken up from a regular old-fashioned dream, but he wasn't in his apartment. He could see that it was some girl's place, but went through the mental Rolodex to try and remember whose it could be. Someone who was currently showering, he discovered from the sound. He sat up in the bed and looked into the master bedroom's very large adjoining bathroom, and had a clear view of the shower. His heart started to beat more quickly as he started to make out the curves on the body of the small girl who was now occupying the shower. She was singing gainfully to herself, letting the water pass through her hair. He knew who it was at once, and was frozen in awe. There, just beyond the glass of the shower, was one very wet and very hot Avril Lavigne. The shower stopped. The door started to open, and Jamie saw tiny hands reach out and claw for a towel. It was really happening. "Honey? Oh fuck, honey? Get me a towel?" Jamie's dick reached out to the mere sound of her voice. He was still petrified, and when he didn't respond, she opened the door wide enough to make eye contact with him. It was her, alright. The door still covered most of her body, but she looked back at him, nonetheless perplexed. "Well?" He slowly slipped out of the bed, feeling the smooth sheets glide across his body the whole way. He was still shaking as he walked into the bathroom, thankful that she wasn't watching him enter. Otherwise she would have seen the massive bulge in his underwear. She was looking down, as if impatiently waiting to be dry once again. Jamie grabbed a towel from one of the cabinets, which thankfully pointed his penis away from her. He was able to hold the towel over it until he turned to hand it to her. He was grateful that her eyes fixated on the towel first, and as he handed it to her, he saw her body briefly for the first time. As she dried her body and torso quickly, she stepped out of the shower and brushed against his body as she moved to the other side of him, not looking at him. It made it easy for him to ogle her body. Then she began drying her hair, and as she did, he had the first extended and uninterrupted view of Avril's naked body. It was everything he'd ever dreamed of. Skinny and petite, skin soft and milky, the cute pink nipples on her small but perfectly-shaped breasts. And her recently-cleaned pussy was shaved, minus a thin landing strip. She was still humming to herself as she dried her hair off, and swaying her hips side to side, but only slightly. She finished with the towel and threw it on the ground quickly, throwing her hair back. She leaned in to get a brush and started brushing her hair. Then, in the mirror, she caught him staring. She looked away, as if it was nothing special, but then returned her eyes to his. She started smiling. "What's up with you?" Jamie couldn't think of anything to say, so he looked away. When he looked back at her, she was still looking at him. Only this time, her eyes lowered, then came back up. She turned to face him directly with a serious look, and pointed the brush at him playfully. "Are you for real?" Jamie took it seriously, and thought of something to deflect the tone in her voice. But then she smiled, as if she'd made a joke and he fell for it. "You're acting weird." "I just like looking at you." Jamie surprised himself. Even more surprising was the fact that she continued brushing her hair as if this was a perfectly normal thing for him to have said. And still not looking at him, she started to grin. Jamie's dick throbbed painfully for the girl, but the more obvious it became that he would be able to fuck her and she wouldn't think twice about it, he began to have second thoughts. He started to seriously reconsider the moral leap he was about the take. More than anything, he wanted her. She was inches from him, naked and clean, smelling like pomegranates. She started bopping her hips again to a tune she was once again humming to herself. He could see she was now blushing. He could probably fuck her from behind right now, and she would let him. Oh, how he wanted to. Even as he thought this, she dropped the brush and leaned in to look at her eyes in the mirror. Her cute butt now stuck out, and her tiny breasts now inches from the counter-top. He started to move behind her, now desperate to fuck her, but then got cold feet. To cover this up, he leaned against the wall behind him instead, as if to make it seem like he wanted to look at her from behind. He was making it harder and harder to get away with not fucking her. Here, he could see her pussy, small and clean. His eyes followed her wet hair down the small of her smooth back, to the gentle curves of her hips. Hips he so longed to fondle. She was now standing on one foot, with the leg bent, leaving her right toes to rest on the floor. He could drop trou right now and feel himself enter her right now. Oh, how he wanted to. He would probably come instantly, and imagined her feeling happy he did. If anything, he wanted to give his penis the sweet release, and let it feel the warm, misty air of Avril Lavigne's private bathroom. And let her eyes see it. She wouldn't have minded. Even now, she had turned her head slightly and was now studying him. There was no mistaking her eyes were staring at the erection, now desperate to peek out. Neither said a word for a moment, as the two began to smile at one another. She must have really expected him to go for her, because she became puzzled by his reluctance. She even held her butt in the air as far as she could and rubbed one leg against the other in waiting. How she wanted it it. And how he wanted to give it to her. Then she turned abruptly to face him, resting her hands gently on the counter behind her. With one continuous motion, she ended up with her legs crossed. "You're just full of surprises," she said, not quite closing her mouth all the way. The whites of her teeth made her lips look even sweeter. Jamie was becoming aware of the fact that his silence was making her horny, and he had the biggest desire to reach his hand out to feel between her legs and find out if she was wet. She would have let him. And he knew the answer would be yes. Oh, how he throbbed for her. He was getting close to making a move. He didn't know what exactly, because he wanted it all at once. She let him gaze at her body, and started to giggle. "Seriously, what is with you," she asked, sounding more and more sultry every time she spoke. He could see her start to wiggle slightly, in anticipation of what he might do to her. She obviously had never been looked at for so long by her man before. Chad, it seemed, must have taken her for granted. Whoever the hell Chad was. Then, she couldn't take any more. Avril walked over to Jamie and didn't stop until he felt her body against his. She had gotten close enough that she'd let his penis touch her between the legs for the first time. She was smiling sweetly, placing her hands on Jamie's chest. It was the moment of truth. She was starting to slide her hand down. In the fraction of a moment, she would be clasping the band on his underwear and she would be removing them. He would be feeling his naked body against hers for the first time. Moment of truth. She slid her hands around to his back, and down to his buttocks. He felt her small hands slide underneath them and onto his ass. Her eyes were looking lovingly into his as she slid her hands around. He prepared for her hands to touch his penis. Longed for her small hands to finally hold his cock. Didn't think her hands moved fast enough. But she stopped at his hips. There, she began to pull his underwear down once and for all. At last, he no longer had the pressure on his shaft, as it sprang forward to meet her. She'd bent over slightly when it did, and she barely reacted. There was no asking. There was no telling. None of that needed to happen, and she never suspected a thing. When she stood back up straight to look at Jamie in the eyes once more, her hand finally met his penis for the first time. She held it ever so gently, and Jamie thought he might come immediately. And when she started rubbing it quickly, he was sure he would have. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her and pressed her body to him. He brought his lips to hers, and kissed her sweet lips for the first time. She didn't have enough room to rub him anymore, but she still massaged him as she let his tongue enter her mouth. He caressed her butt and hips as he continued kissing her. He felt her smiling. He pulled away to look at her smiling. He had no idea how she would interpret the brief interruption in their kissing, but realized very quickly. She got to her knees, throwing her hair behind her shoulders once again. He felt conflicted once more, as he knew what was about to happen. He could stop her. He could stop this from happening. Nothing had happened yet, he could still back out. She needed to know. She was gleefully stroking his penis, getting ready to bring her lips to meet it. And she had no idea. No idea whatsoever. Then he felt her wet lips around him, and it was done. No going back. All of the fantasies he'd ever had about this girl came flooding back to him. The paparazzi photos, the music videos, the interviews. Every time he saw this girl, no matter what he thought of her music (or of her), he'd always wanted to fuck her. That much was obvious. This girl was cute as fuck. And now, she was on her knees and sucking his dick. She would do anything for the man she thought Jamie was. It wasn't right that she didn't know she was sucking Jamie's dick, but he wasn't caring. Not anymore. If she wanted to swallow come, she would swallow Jamie's come. And in moments, she did. She was a different girl in Jamie's eyes. After she'd drank him in, she felt mightier than ever. So great, in fact, that after he came, he immediately stopped caring altogether. If it was wrong, it was wrong. He couldn't take back his come, not anymore. And the moment he thought this, she looked up at him happily, as if to say that he needn't worry about it at all. Boy, if she only knew. "Geez, you'd think we didn't just do it like twenty minutes ago." She was more surprised than he'd realized. "Yeah, I don't get it either..." She blushed, thinking it must have been a sarcastic quip, meant to compliment her. She repositioned herself to sit cross-legged, while Jamie just leaned against the wall. "I was coming up with a song just now, you know. One about... well, about you and me." "Really?" "Yeah," she answered. As she did, she started caressing both of his legs with her hands. "About how much you've done for me. You know... kept me from goin' all wacko." "Would you sing it to me?" He expected her to blush, but she turned out to be very matter of fact about her music. "Well I don't have the words quite picked out. I can hum it, though." And at that, she began to hum a tune to Jamie. All he could do was imagine it really was a song she'd written for him. Avril Lavigne, this angel who'd just swallowed his come, who's pussy he could still plainly see, was humming a song she'd written for him. If she'd looked up while she hummed, she would have seen him getting hard again. Her eyes were closed, as she got into what sounded like the chorus of her new song. By the end of it, his penis reached out as far as it could go once again. Her eyes opened to see that he ached for her once more. Her eyes widened, as she leaned back slightly to look at it, then back up at him. "I can't believe it," she said, as anticipation grew in her eyes. Jamie recognized that she wanted to be fucked. Her eyes couldn't hold it back. But as if he needed any more indication, she stood up to look at him in the eyes more closely, then looked down at his penis. She smiled, then turned to go into the bedroom. For a moment, he just watched her tiny frame get smaller and smaller as she walked away. His eyes once again moved down to the small of her back, where her hair slipped about. As she neared the bed, he started to follow. She sat on the edge of the bed, waiting, and when he arrived to meet her, she opened her legs to him. She rubbed his shaft for a moment, then leaned back onto her hands. If she only knew... Jamie had to look at Avril's body more closely, he just had to. Her leg was brushing against his in anticipation as his eyes locked onto her pussy. It was the clearest view he'd had of it, and he was suddenly drawn to it. He could feel her intention. She wanted him to eat her pussy. She was displaying it for him, and her legs beckoned him to do it. She was yearning for it. One glance up into her eyes, which looked back into his longingly, was enough. He knew from the look that her pussy was already wet. He was on his knees in a moment, and started eating Avril Lavigne's pussy. She giggled at first, and laughed at random moments. But pretty soon, as the tip of his tongue bore deeper into her clit, finding all of her best spots, she wasn't laughing anymore. The Magic Ring He could tell by her quick breaths and slight movements that even she was surprised by how well he was making her respond. He'd found some of her spots right away, and was drilling them repeatedly. He didn't think he would find them at all, but when he did, he felt his own loins ache for her more. The joy of feeling her hands on the back of his head, and hearing her moan helplessly, was like nothing else. He was going to make Avril Lavigne come. "Oh God..." she moaned quietly. She was the type, it turned out, to go quiet when she came. As Jamie felt her begin to come, her legs tightened, and her teeth clenched. All of her might was focused to her hips, and he suddenly tasted her. He reveled in it. She let out a few short breathes, each in rhythm, holding his head against her tightly. Then, she relaxed. Jamie stood back up and looked down at her, proudly. She came out of her euphoria for a moment to look at him. She was very surprised indeed, but too happy to say anything. He looked back down at her vagina, knowing how wet it was. She might have wanted to catch her breath, but knew she would let him fuck her this instant if he wanted. And the pain was too great to wait any longer. While she and her body tried to breath, he put his hands under her thighs and pushed her all the way onto the bed. She was getting tired, but she was wet and he knew it. He was on the bed in an instant, parting her legs once more. She was too tired to help, and too tired to say no. But her eyes wanted it. She'd felt his member land gently on her pussy, and seemed to long for it too quickly. She almost seemed bothered that he hadn't put it in immediately. He noticed it, and for shits and giggles decided to tease her with it. He rubbed it up and down her clit, enjoying her reaction. She tried to lean up and kiss him, but did not reach far enough. Her legs started to close in around him, questioning him, and wondering why he hadn't entered her yet. Then, when she finally groaned, he decided to let her feel him for the first time. And he had forgotten how grateful he'd been to be where he was. He'd just teased her, and now he was feeling her inside. He was now fucking Avril Lavigne, who was looking back up at him lovingly. He was seeing every mark of pleasure on her cute little face. Every thrust he made, he watched her reaction closely. Slowly and gently, he moved in and out, never quite getting over the feeling of fucking this little pop starlet. She would sing her silly songs and wear her silly outfits and be a girlie-girl in front of the cameras. But she wasn't doing that now. She was dripping wet now, and she was moaning because he was inside her. Jamie thought about all the men out in the world who would love to be doing what he was doing right then. Of all the pussies you could have, they wouldn't compare to this one. They wouldn't compare to Avril's sweet pussy. He had picked up speed, and knew he wouldn't hold out for much longer. But it didn't matter. He was going steady enough, and her fairly tight pussy was feeling every single movement. Her teeth started to clench once more, as she came once again. "My God... Geez... Uh!" The words came out in short, desperate breaths. He began to pound her even faster as she started to say these, and his orgasm soon followed. He didn't even stop to think about it. He couldn't have. Nothing in the Universe in that moment could have stopped him from coming inside of her, so that's what he did. He was now flush with her chest, feeling her tiny tits rubbing on his torso. He smelled the fruit of her shampoo once again as they came together, and heard her final moans sweetly into his ear. She enjoyed it to the last thrust, and only gripped his hips tighter with her thighs. His orgasm seemed to last a full minute, but he wasn't sure if he'd really come that time. He certainly enjoyed imagining each drop pouring into her, and her accepting it all graciously. When it was over, neither of them wanted to move. After a moment, he struggled to prop himself up on his elbows. His nose was about an inch from hers when she opened her eyes. She smiled, and started running a hand through his hair. Jamie soaked up the moment like a sponge. He had just fucked Avril Lavigne. Avril, who still felt him inside her. He got to look at this cutey, take in her smile and her charm, and while he was still inside her. And she didn't mind it at all. When I did finally sit up, not quite pulling out, she again watched him checking her out. He was caressing her all over, and she was happy. We both drifted off to sleep shortly thereafter. I lay on my back under her satin sheets, taking in her scent. She lay her pretty little head on my chest, her leg draped over me. I caressed her and held her, not wanting the night to end. Tomorrow, I would go back to being me, but tonight, I lay naked with Avril. And boy, if she only knew...