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Bobby's Ring Ch. 01

By: LiteroticaFirstTimer



Quick disclaimer: every character in this story is over 18 years of age, of course...and any likenesses to any persons alive or dead is strictly coincidental...okay, guys, it's my first time, take it easy on me...hang in there 'til the 3rd chapter, at least, it's my favorite...

It was the same boring route as Bobby always took back from the university, home from an average, boring-ass day of math and science classes, head full of the same sort of boring lectures from the same boring professors. The path through the park was entirely unchanged, even down to the flock of birds at the pond, the same elderly couple feeding them bread crumbs and popcorn.

"Hi Mr. and Ms. Smithe!" Bobby yelled, waving to the old man and woman sitting at the park bench. They waved back without hollering. Bobby decided they were probably discussing amongst themselves what a nice boy he was...an image Bobby was tired of, but felt sadly trapped in.

Across the pond, jogging down the concrete path the bordered it, Bobby could see Jessica Larson, his next-door neighbor, jogging along in a pair of mylar short-shorts and a sports bra, looking every bit the picturesque blonde bombshell she had since their freshman year together. He didn't even bother waving to her; to her, Bobby had been invisible ever since she'd begun to develop tits, and she didn't pay him much mind before that, either. He just walked along, watching her jog out of the corner of his eye, occasionally locking his gaze onto that bouncing rack, being careful not to stare too long, lest she notice.

When she'd jogged out of sight, Bobby left the path through the park and started across it, through the wooded area that stood between that corner of the park and Bobby's neighborhood. He'd taken this route every day since he'd started attending the local city university, never deviating, not even the slightest bit. He was pleased to see that nothing had changed, all the rocks and trees were still in place, the pinecone he'd kicked the other day was still resting against the stump of a tree trunk...

...wait, what...what was that? Bobby did a double-take, forcing himself to stop, double back, and look again at the massive tree stump, for there was some irregularity there, something that hadn't been in all the months he'd walked this way, something new...couldn't be what I thought I saw...

But sure enough, there she lay, splayed across the grass that grew before the stump. She was exquisitely beautiful, reminded Bobby right away of an actress...or maybe a porn star. Yes, that was closer to mark, for there was something decidedly wicked about her. Her skin was a light mocha, her hair a raven-black. The garment she wore amounted to little more than a few strips of black leather lashing together a pair of enormous tits, criss-crossing over the nipples, and folding between her legs. Strips of it also wrapped a pattern down both her long legs, and webbed between her toes, looped around them. She rose slowly to her feet, seeming to float up, rising on thin air. She was easily 6 feet tall,Bobby saw when she stood, with the body of an athlete, rock-hard abdominal muscles adorned with a diamond stud in her belly button.

Bobby had no idea where she came from, who she was, or why in the hell she was ever-so-slowly slinking towards him, all he knew was that this strangely exotic woman was probably the most gorgeous one he'd ever laid his eyes on.

She padded across the grass on those delicate feet, stopping a few feet short of Bobby. Her eyes were the color of roaring campfires and golden sunsets, and even as Bobby was becoming lost in them, mesmerized, this incredible woman spoke to him.

"Bobby, finally...I've been waiting for you." Her voice was pitched low, and had a sort of grisliness to it...it reminded Bobby of a middle-aged smoker's, only somehow much more...tawdry. Much more...seductive. "We don't have much time. I know you will have questions, many questions, but for now all I can tell you...is that we need your help."

No fucking way is this happening. That's it. I've snapped. Psychotic break. But even as Bobby flooded his conscious mind with denial, a nagging doubt in his subconscious provoked him into taking her words seriously.

The woman stepped closer to him, and closer, reaching out for and grasping Bobby by the wrists. Her face hovered so close to his he could feel her breath on his cheeks as she spoke. "I need you...to take something for me. Something sacred. You mustn't show it to anyone, for if this artifact were to fall into the wrong hands...it could destroy everything you know and love."

Bobby nodded, trying desperately to work his rational mind around this, but coming up short. So he remained silent, and listened on. The insatiable beauty reached between her more-than-ample breasts, and from between her cleavage, she pulled out something small, golden, with a hint of glittering red...a ring, Bobby saw, and a pretty one at that. "This Ring is the key to completing our mission and freeing my people," she told him, extending it out to him, obviously intending for him to take it. "I need you to charge it for me, I am unable to do it myself." Bobby must've looked more than a little confused, so the exotic beauty clarified: "It's fairly simple, really. The Ring harnesses human impulses, and collects the energies generated when the basest of those impulses are carried out."

Bobby took the ring in one palm, looked down at it, then back up at her, opened his mouth to ask a question...

And as if reading his thoughts, she answered it for him before he could utter it. "The Ring will respond to the commands of its wearer," she said. "It shouldn't take you long to adapt to its usage. Once the Ring has received a command, it will simulate the onset of the impulse you've commanded. Simply...use your thoughts to direct this impulse into the mind of a fellow human being...and that human being will act upon it, no matter how contrary to their usual behavior it may be."

Bobby stood there looking at her for a long minute, then, before asking, "Okay, wait, wait...let's boil this down: you're telling me that this Ring...this one right here, this ring of yours, grants its user...some sort of mind control powers?"

The goddess-in-flesh nodded slowly, saying, "Precisely. And each time an act of a primitive nature is carried out, the Ring will store a charge proportionate to the level of...well, of carnality that act carried with it."

Bobby opened his mouth to ask another question, but the woman silenced him, putting one finger to his lips, and said, "We haven't time now, I must go. If they discover me here, it may jeopardize everything. You will discover the Ring's powers in due time. When we meet again, I will explain things to you further."

And without another word, the magnificent beauty turned and pranced into a thicket of trees. Bobby followed her in, and was unsuprised to find that she'd utterly vanished. And so, with the images of her curves, barely contained by a few thin strips of rawhide, Bobby began making his way home again, an uncomfortable semi-erection stifling his stride as he went.

* * * * * * * * 

When our hero emerged from the woods and onto the sidewalk of his neighborhood, Bobby had almost forgotten about his strange encounter already...or, at least, he'd put it to the back of his mind. The strange woman, the ring, it all seemed like some sort of dream, or maybe a hallucination. He reached in his pocket, and pulled that ruby Ring out, examined it. What if? He found himself wondering. What if it's true, and I really can control the impulses of other people with this thing...what could that mean? And what sort of impulses was that crazy woman talking about?

These and more questions streamed through his thought process, and he lost himself in it for most of the rest of the way back to his house. But just around the corner, something happened to shake him from it. 

"Hey, Loser, stay off my sidewalk!" came the shout from behind him. Bobby turned, looked, was less-than-excited to see Katie Wells, who lived in the house across the street from him, jogging towards him in her flimsy black running shorts and tight white t-shirt. She was just as fit as Jessica Larson, or any of the rest of the cheerleaders-turned-drama majors that attended the city college where he spent most of his time. Katie was blonde, most of them were, her straight, shoulder-length hair tied back in a pony tail. That pony tail bounced about her shoulders with her every stride, and that wasn't all that noticeably bounced. 

"Quit staring, freak, I'll call the cops!" Katie growled with a condescending smirk. It'd been this way ever since junior high school, when the students began to organize themselves into caste systems. Katie had been popular, and Bobby had been a geek, an outcast. Little had changed since grade school. Still, he had always found her to be incredibly gorgeous, everyone did. In fact, that was probably one of the reasons he'd hated her for so many years.

She darted around him and continued jogging up the sidewalk, towards her house. Bobby again looked down at the ring, looked up at the pretty girl bounding away up the street, down at the ring again...with a shrug of his shoulders and a great curiosity brewing in his mind, Bobby slipped the ring on, turned again towards Katie, and thought as hard as he could: Alright, if any of this is true...then you should...stop now.

And she did. Dead in her tracks. Bobby could not believe it, he was in shock. The ring worked! No hallucination after all. Some divinely beautiful otherworldly creature had bestowed upon him the most incredible power in the history of mankind. Part of him was already pondering how to use this new power for good, to change the world...but the much more immediate part of him was more interested in getting Katie back before him, immediately.

The girl turned, and made her slow way back towards Bobby, breathing hard, a look of genuine confusion on her face. IT was as though she felt she needed to return to him, but hadn't the slightest idea why. "Um...what the fuck? What the fuck do you want?"

"Come with me," Bobby said aloud, and thinking it into the Ring also. He led her up a pathway between two houses, looked around to be sure no one could see, and unlatched the gate leading into some stranger's yard. Once inside, he shut the gate behind him, peeking over just to double-check.

When it came time to give his next command, Bobby found he hadn't the boldness in him to say it aloud! Even something so relatively harmless as removing a garment, Bobby couldn't just command the girl to do it, even if, through the power of the Ring, she would obey. So he opted instead to simply think the order through the Ring and direct it at her. Another benefit of this, he realized, was that onlookers would believe the action to be performed of her own volition, and not as a result of his verbal command.

So without a word spoken between them, Katie hooked her fingers under the edge of her t-shirt, and lifted it over her head, and let it fall to the ground, and followed suit with the white sports bra which clung to her perky breasts so tightly. Bobby savored the sight of those luscious melons spilling out from beneath that constrictive fabric, loved the way they jiggled a bit before settling.

Katie now stood before him in just her running shoes and short-shorts, impressively half-naked. Her body was even more impressive than he'd imagined, tight stomach muscles with just the slightest hint of definition, tiny nipples perched at the center of tear-drop tits that practically cried out to be touched.

And yet, again, Bobby could not bring himself to do it. Something inside him warned that even with this power, there were lines he was not meant to cross. So instead, Bobby used the power of the ring to install in Katie's mind a suggestion of action, one that she was free to decide upon, even if it was only at the unconscious level.

No sooner had the thought crossed Bobby's mind than did this busty, athletic blonde drop to her knees in the grass, and begin tugging at his belt with tiny hands. Bobby helped her loosen it, and undid his trousers himself. Katie did the rest, reaching into his fly and pulling out his half-rigid member deftly, too deftly, giving Bobby the impression that Katie had done this several times before.

She fell upon him with her cool mouth, then, gazing up at him as she used her wet lips and silky tongue to caress the full length of his shaft, an inch at first, then two, and finally taking almost his entire length into her pretty face with every bob of her neck. On occasion, she would drive forth too aggressively, her nose brushing his pubic hair, her breasts slapping against his bare thighs. Once or twice, Bobby could've sworn he could feel the very back of her throat.

The whole process was very...wet, Bobby discovered, realizing before it'd begun that this would be the first blowjob he'd received in his life. He wasn't sure if this was how these things usually proceeded, but Katie did seem to do an inordinate amount of drooling...bubbles of it at the corner of her lips...strings of it hanging in thick arches between her mouth and the head of his dick, when she pulled away to take a breath...and when this would happen, the petite blonde would use her own saliva as lubrication, pumping his member in her fist, jerking him off...the sight of it was something Bobby'd never known, and the sensation...the sensation was about to prove too much for him.

After only a few minutes, the dumpy college student could feel himself building toward his climax. Half of him wanted to warn the girl, but the other half wanted to see how she'd react...and, he admitted to himself, there would be a certain measure of bent satisfaction seeing her pretty little face spattered with his ejaculate...

So in the end he stayed silent, utterly silent, and watched Katie continue her slutty performance. He gave only the slightest grunt as he came, jaw jutting, setting into a grimace. His eyes stopped blinking, so fixed was his stare down at Katie's face, still bobbing over him. To his surprise and delight, the girl managed to swallow most of his load, only a single drop escaping from one corner of her mouth. She continued to stimulate him, the soft insides of her mouth like wet liquid velvet around him, until he stopped twitching. She leaned back on her heels, then, and wiped her chin, placing her finger into her mouth and finishing off what was left of Bobby's load.

Bobby quickly redid his pants, and turned to leave, thinking back to her, Go home now...leave the shirt, before taking to the sidewalk, and beating a hasty retreat. He looked abck over his shoulder to see Katie leaving the yard area, still topless as he instructed, walking instead of jogging, taking her sweet time as she made her way through the neighborhood. More than one shout came from more than one window, yard, or passing car along her way, and each one caused Bobby's delight to double, and double again.

* * * * * * *

Bobby bounded up the steps to his front door, pausing to wave at Mrs. Larson next door, pruning her hedges in shorts and a tank top. Jessica may have been the youngest in the family, but Suzie Larson was easily as gorgeous as her daughter, easily as fit, but with a little something extra in her personality and the way she carried herself that set her apart from the rest of the family. There was an undeniable sexiness about her, Bobby had always thought so. 

"Hey, Bobby, I got some of your father's mail, will you come by and pick it up before you go to bed?" she shouted to him from behind her white picket fence.

Bobby's heart leapt; of course he thought of nothing but the Ring, and the possibilities in store... "I'll be right over!" he called back to her, "lemme just change!" 

And with that, Bobby sprinted full-tilt up towards his room, nearly knocking his step-sister Angela over on his way up the stairs. "JEEZ! Watch where you're going, jerk!"

"Sorry!" he called back, without stopping. When he reached his room, Bobby threw himself in front of his computer, dialed up his Instant Messenger, and was relieved to find both Tim and Andrew were online. He sent them each the same message: Get your asses over to Mrs. Larson's, now, this is fucking important!

He then tore his closet apart, looking for the only pair of basketball shorts he owned. When he found them, he frantically changed into them, throwing on a Kings t-shirt as well. For some reason, it was important to Bobby to appear at least somewhat athletic or sports-oriented when he dealt with Mrs. Larson...maybe because both her and Jessica were such fitness enthusiasts. 

Without waiting for a reply from his friends, Bobby tore down the stairs at a breakneck pace, nearly slipping more than once, and charged out that front door. Once he was in public view, he slowed to a more steady, less frantic pace, and made his way next door. He only hoped his friends would arrive in time to see the fireworks.

Bobby's Ring Ch. 02



"Go on in, I'll be up in a second," Mrs. Larson told Bobby when he arrived. Even in heavy-duty leather gloves, the woman looked sexy. Her tank top was tight, white, and it was obvious to Bobby that Mrs. Larson had opted not to wear a bra that day; her nipples poked out against the sheer fabric stretched over them quite visibly. Bobby made an effort not to stare as he made his way past her, up the cobblestone path to her front door. She turned back to her roses as he passed, allowing him a second or two to steal a glimpse of her ass in those shorts...the ones that seemed to be so popular with the women in the neighborhood that summer, ridiculously short and skin-tight...only Suzie Larson's were white, and the outline of a thong could be viewed as clearly as those perky nipples of hers.

When Bobby got inside, he did plopped himself down on the plush leather couch in the foyer, and folded his hands in his lap, waiting patiently. Bobby looked over the room, at the pictures of the family on the coffee table, at the gigantic television in the next room, at the fancy spiral staircase leading up to the second floor, and the bedrooms.

It wasn't long before Mrs. Larson came inside, tossing her gloves down on the little wooden bench next to the door. "Lemme just go get that for you," she said with a smile. Bobby watched the sway of her hips, and of that taut ass of hers, as she walked. He would wait only a minute for his friends, one minute, and no longer...he wasn't even sure he could wait that long.

Suzie Larson reemerged from the kitchen with a small stack of envelopes. "Sorry about that," she said, "I'm just not sure how the mailman can keep mixing these up!"

"Yeah, I guess there's no competency test for delivering snail mail," Bobby said, hoping Mrs. Larson would laugh at the joke. She didn't, but at least smiled politely. Bobby loved that smile, so even and bright, teeth not too big, not too small...perfect. Jessica had the same smile, but the dimples in Suzie Larson's face made her's the more compelling one.

And suddenly, Bobby couldn't think of a damn word to say in the way of small talk. How was he supposed to stall for time if he couldn't think of anything to say?! For a full 30 seconds, the two of them stood there in silence, the foyer becoming more eerie with each passing moment of silence the two endured. 

Finally, Mrs. Larson was the one to break the tension. "Well, I've still got a lot of work to do," she said matter-of-factly. "Just be sure your father gets those, they look important. And say hi to your mother for me, too, will you?" The statuesque older woman began making her way up the stairs, then, still swaying, almost as a subconscious gesture of her confidence. 

Stop, come back down, thought Bobby through the Ring. 

In mid-step, Mrs. Larson ceased her climb up the stairs. She turned to face him again, and with slow, deliberate footfalls she came back into the foyer. "Something the matter?" she asked, so sweetly that for a moment Bobby wasn't sure he could go through with what he had in mind...but one more long look up and down the woman's fabulous body, and Bobby decided he couldn't resist.

"No, no, nothing the matter," Bobby said, even as he thought, Maybe you should perform a striptease for me...right here...or over there, in your living room...I'll follow you in. When he felt the pang of guilt, he added, you've always loved displaying yourself for the neighborhood boys, haven't you? Why not indulge yourself in a private display ,right now?

"Huh," was all Suzie said before heading in that same slow, deliberate manner towards the living room. She passed through the entryway a few seconds ahead of Bobby, so for a moment she was out of sight. When Bobby stepped into the living room, though, he was greeted with more than just a lovely sight.

Suzie Larson had already peeled away her sweaty tank top, and tossed it at Bobby's face as he came in. It landed perfectly, draping itself across his cheeks and nose and forehead. When he pulled the shirt away, he saw that Suzie had knelt across the back of one of the sofas, and was slowly sliding her bare torso across the sofa's velvety edge. She turned and stood, slowly, revealing first one exquisite breast, and then another. When she'd come to be fully standing, she thumbed at her tight cotton shorts, and slowly peeled them away from her hips, sliding them down towards the floor, rocking and undulating those hips as she did.

In a moment, the shorts hit the carpet, and Mrs. Larson stood before him clad in naught but a tiny red thong, made of some shiny material or other, probably silk. She swayed and danced there for a moment, just for Bobby, her hands roaming her torso, tracing her flawless muscular abdomen, cupping one breast, taking one tender nipple between thumb and forefinger, and giving it a little twist before allowing that hand to drift up her shoulder, over her neck, to fling a lock of her hair.

Why don't you...lay back on that sofa there, and really let those hands explore?  Bobby thought, dimly aware of his already-lengthening member. Suzie made her way around the sofa, still swaying, and lowered herself onto it, backwards, sliding back until she'd met the cushions. 

A knock at the door interrupted Bobby's private show; Suzie appeared startled...no, terrified at that sound, as though she feared someone might come home early and catch her in this psychotic act...

Bobby hurried to answer the door, worried that somehow his spell might be broken if he wasn't back in time. Tim and Andrew had showed up, after all, and not a moment too soon. "Okay, man, what the fuck are we doing here, what couldn't wait?" Without one word of explanation, Bobby dragged them both to the living room. Tim and Andrew barked in protest until they came to see what Bobby found so urgent. Suzie Larson's legs were splayed out almost in a splits, now. The manicured nails of one hand pinched back the red fabric of her thong, while the fingertips of the other worked in slow, small circles over her delicate folds. Her eyes were shut, now, her lower lip sucked up into her mouth. She bit down on it even as she cooed and giggled in enjoyment.

It was obvious to Bobby that neither of his friends had even the foggiest idea what the fuck to do with what lay before them, and on any other day, Bobby wouldn't have known what to do either. But now, he had the Ring...now he was capable of anything. So he strode over to the side of the couch where Suzie lay sprawled out, crawled up on it, and slid towards her on his knees. Don't stop, he thought, through the Ring. So Suzie didn't stop pleasuring herself for a moment, not even as Bobby hovered his midsection over her glamour-model face. "Mmmm, well hello there Mister," she said, half-lidded eyes giving him an appraising up-and-down glance.

Without an invitation and without a moment's pause, Bobby tugged down the fabric at the front of his basketball shorts, causing his cock to pop out from beneath the elastic waistband. What came next barely even crossed Bobby's mind, but it must've been enough, because as Bobby lowered the head of his cock to her face, her puffy lips parted and out came her tongue, long and pink, to tease at the sensitive corona and underside of Bobby's member. With a silly grimace on his face, Bobby thrust his hips forward, sliding himself against those luscious lips, which became wetter and wetter the more she lashed her tongue about. Soon Bobby dipped himself into Suzie Larson's mouth, and she in turn craned her neck and shoved herself upward a bit, deepthroating Bobby's entire length. He could hear little gagging noises coming from the bombshell cougar's throat, could feel the tightness of her swallow/gag reflex...he pulled away, but the older woman refused to stop, thrashing her head forth, then snapping it back, mouth wide open, tongue hanging out over the lower lip. Bobby gave an involuntary groan in spite of himself, taken aback as he was by Suzie's performance.

The sight of it was more than either Tim or Andrew could handle, though, at least not without inching closer. Suzie's muffled groans were music to their ears, and to Bobby's as well; at that moment, those gurgling sighs were the greatest...no, the hottest thing any of them had ever heard.

Suzie's dark curls made for a very erratic, constantly-moving frame for her face, and for the action as well...from the side it might've appeared that Bobby's dick was dipping into a large mass of tangled black hair. But from Bobby's perspective, the jumping curls completed the picture. Suzie grasped the base of Bobby's shaft in one hand, and began turning her head side to side, smearing her lips and wet cheeks and chin over the head and corona of Bobby's cock. Her wet skin was incredible, and Bobby found himself groaning much more frequently.

Lest this magnificent moment should end too abruptly, Bobby sent the transmission via his Ring: Stop a moment, why don't we switch positions? Why don't you settle in my lap?

And with that, Bobby plopped down onto the couch. Suzie leapt up with a speed and agility none of them knew the woman even possessed, ripped the basketball shorts away ferociously, and straddled Bobby's lap, one hand still clinging to his shaft.

The soft wet tightness that gripped Bobby as Suzie lowered herself onto him as enough to illicit a not just a gasp, but a choking sort of compound-gasp. He had not been expecting...that! 

Mrs. Larson's pussy was tight as a vice grip, hotter than hell inside, three times as warm as her mouth had been. She had to force herself down onto him, pushing so hard it nearly hurt the both of them...but once he'd settled inside her, once she began to rise again from his lap, the sensation was astronomical.

Suzie had cried out as she'd impaled herself, "Uuuuuuughhh fuck, yeah..." and her cries continued, little yelps of joy escaping from that lovely smiling face. "Mm...uhh...ooooh, you like it inside me, baby, do ya?" Her big, beautiful tits rubbed against Bobby's face each time she rose and fell above him. The soft, wet tightness with which she now massaged him became the center of his universe, all his focus poured into that small space.

Andrew and Tim had crowded close to watch, eyes bulging. Suzie Larson's cries quickened as her pace did. Her tight ass slapping against Bobby's thighs echoed about the big, open living room. She kept smiling down at Bobby, and then around the room at Andrew, and Tim...she seemed only too happy, too excited to put on such a display for them, even made mention of it between groans: "Oohhhnhh, fuck boys I love it when you watch me...mmmm, love the feel of those eyes...I know you've watched me forever, is this what you wanted?"

That vice of flesh massaging Bobby moved so furiously over him, now, that he feared it truly wouldn't be long...he squeezed his eyes shut to resist the erotic spectacular that was her physical form during coitus. But even that was little help to stave off the approaching mountain of sensation.

Everyone had been so wrapped up in Suzie Larson and Bobby that no one had paid any attention to any of the rest of the room. Not for several long minutes. 

"What in the fuck is going on in here?!" All four heads turned at once, in the direction of that yell, a female yell...

It was Jessica, Suzie's daughter, home from her jog. Her sports bra clung to her wetly, soaked through with her sweat. For half an instant, all 3 boys shared the same thought: Daaamn...

But in the next instant after that, Bobby realized he'd have to act quickly in order to keep his unlikely scenario from falling apart around him. Using the power of the Ring, he compelled Jessica to change her attitude, change her response from negatively to positively charged...transformed her perception of the event into something entirely...fun. Something that suited everyone's purpose.

The young girl stripped out of that sports bra, and peeled her soaking black shorty-shorts down and off her body, kicked her tennis shoes off, and took her socks off, all in the space of 15 seconds. Her naked body still glistened with the sweat of her workout. And as she bounded towards the sofa, Bobby grinned to Tim and Andrew, trying to reassure them that, no, it was okay, this was a good thing.

Jessica knelt behind Suzie, squashing the tender flesh of her breasts against Suzie's back, and wrapping her arms around her mother's waist. With a firm grip on both sides, Jessica began urging Suzie to ride Bobby even faster, faster, so fast that now those tits of hers slapped Bobby in the face, and the CLAP! of her firm ass landing in his lap was a loud crack more than a fleshy snap.

"That's it," Jessica said, "just like that." She turned to Tim and Andrew. "Now, which one of you fucks is next?"

The two of them raised their hands at the same exact time, as if that would somehow decide which of them would be privileged with a visit inside the girl.

Instead of arbitrarily choosing one and forcing the other to sit the whole thing out, Jessica instructed the both of them to strip down and sit on the sofa, side-by-side. Once they'd done this, she knelt on the carpet in front of them. She started with Tim, slurping his rod into her mouth and bobbing her head so fast her pony tail came partially loose. Tim was hard as a rock in less than a minute. Satisfied, Jessica ripped the hairtie away from her head, shaking loose her straight blonde hair, and then bent to Andrew's lap, using her talented lips and tongue to cause his cock to rise to the occasion.

Bobby was almost too wrapped up in Suzie to notice what was happening on the sofa just a few feet from him. In fact, it was Suzie who realized what was happening, which caused Bobby to glance over. Jessica rode on Tim's pole, reverse-cowboy so she could face Suzie, watch her in action. With one free hand she massaged Andrew, too, leaning over and dribbling a long string of spit into her fist, and working it into his skin.

Suzie continued to look over even as she bounced on Bobby's cock, watched as Jessica would climb off one and then impale herself on the other every 30 seconds or so, swapping between them. Andrew was bigger, Bobby could tell; Jessica's shouts and moans were much louder and more intense when she rose and fell in his lap.

"Oh, fuck, seeing you like that, Jess, it's fucking hot, uuhhh I'm gonna fucking cum if I keep fucking watching you," Suzie was spouting between gasps and moans.

"Fuuuck, me too, fuckin' Christ you're so hot, this is so fucked UP UUUUHH!!"

And so it went, that the mother and daughter team were so turned on by one another's involvement in this bizarre sexual circus of an afternoon, that they caused each other to rise up and over that edge...

Suzie's impossible tight wetness became even more impossibly tight and wet, and her cries reached a fever-pitch. Her face was turning a beet red, so was Jessica's, and now both women had a hand at their crotches, massaging their clits as the rode these boys' throbbing poles.

Suzie Larson's climax lasted over a minute. She thrashed about atop Bobby with more wreckless abandon, her hair flipping this way and that, beads of sweat flying off of that whipping mane...it was too much for Bobby to handle. He told her, "Fuck, Suzie, I'm gonna cum too..."

At the barest mention of these words, the older woman leapt up off of him, positioned her face above his member, and began to work him in her fist, the surge of wetness from her own orgasm now lubricating the flesh of her fingers. With her tongue outstretched, Suzie awaited Bobby's explosion.

And when it came, she aimed Bobby's head into her face, which Bobby had to admit looked incredibly erotic when spattered with cum, even if it was at the same time grotesque. She smeared the sticky white ejaculate into her skin, then, and waited for him to have fully subsided before turning to the others.

Jessica had rolled off of Andrew, and was now working each boy in one fist. When Suzie crawled over to join her, they each chose one to slobber on. The young daughter knelt before Tim, slurping him between her moistened lips with a noisy ssshhrp. Her head bobbed hastily over Tim's rod, humming as she went, working Tim between her lips as fast as she could. Suzie, on the other hand, took her time, made long, slow, sensual movements of the neck, twisting her face each time it bobbed forth...

In the end, though, it didn't matter the slightest bit to either of them which technique was employed, for in minutes both Tim and Andrew began to buck and holler, and in the next instant Bobby could see the corners of both Suzie and Jessica's mouth to be running over with thick white cream.

They all lay together a minute, then, before Bobby wearily stood, and rallied his friends. "We should get outta here before any more family members show up...I'll explain everything when we get next door."

* * * * * * ** 

"So...mind control?" Tim just didn't seem to get it.

"That's the gist of it, Tim, yeah."

"So you...you were..."

Bobby sighed. "Look, we've been over it 5 fucking times, if you don't get it now, then there's nothing I can say that 'll explain it to you."

"Well, show me then!" Tim exclaimed, growing angrier with each passing moment of his misunderstanding.

"Alright, alright, meet me in the food court tomorrow afternoon, and I'll fucking show you what I mean."



Bobby's Ring Ch. 03



Bobby cast his soiled clothes into the laundry hamper, and stood before his floor-to-ceiling mirror for a moment before bed. He’d never been all that impressed with his own physique, but never completely embarrassed by it either. He wasn’t a dumpy fat kid like his friend Tim, or a skinny tallish rail like Andrew. He wasn’t thickly muscled, but he did have a well-defined six-pack and lean arms; ever since he was a Freshman, he made a point of doing at least a few sets of push-ups and sit-ups before bed. And he reminded himself standing there that having the Ring was no excuse to stop.

So he lay on his back, on the rug at the room’s center, and began his first set. He crunched and crunched and crunched until the pain was too great, and collapsed onto his back, eyes shut, panting.

He heard nothing, no approaching footsteps, no opening doors or windows. But he felt something smooth graze against the left side of his rib cage, then against his right, startling him so bad he jumped. His eyes shot open, and there she was, standing over him, the towering beauty he’d seen in the woods. This time she wore nothing but a white thong of some feathery material, a satin white garter belt, and white fishnets with wide diamond separations. Two feathery patches, also, connected by a thin strand of white string around her back and over each shoulder, to cover her nipples, completed the ensemble. Her red hair was pinned up away from her face by some sort of golden tiara, with a strange crest at the center, causing great masses of red curls to fall left and right about her head, again framing that angelic face. She smiled the same sinful smile as before, and her voice scraped against his eardrums like a thousand tiny fingers: “You’ve been busy, my boy, I’m rather proud of you.”

Bobby elected to just lay there on the floor, staring up at her. “Glad you’re so pleased,” he said, this time only half as intimidated by her. “You know, I’ve been performing these…crazy…acts for you, and I don’t even know your name.”

The statuesque woman bent her knees, slowly lowering herself down toward him, saying, “In your language, I am called Xynthia, and I am what you might call…a demoness.”

Somehow, Bobby wasn’t surprised in the slightest to hear this; who else but an agent of some great evil would give him this incredible power, then ask only that he cause sexual encounters in return? “I should’ve figured…so what, does this mean that I’m helping you take over the Earth?”

She continued to lower herself until her immaculate ass hovered just above his boxers, which had begun to tint at the mere sight of her. “In a way,” she said, beginning to sway her hips like some exotic dancer, occasionally brushing the bare skin of one globe of that ass or the other against the front of his shorts. The tease was almost unbearable, and once Bobby thrust his hips gently upwards. Instead of pulling away (like any stripper would), she ground herself down against him, even giving a slight moan…which he knew was more for his benefit than hers. “Yes, you will be helping me and my kind return to your plane, but I think you’ll find that having us in control will be…greatly beneficial.” She leaned down, placed a flat palm on each side of his head, and lowered her titanic breasts to his face. She brushed them against his facing, saying, “Wouldn’t you find life more interesting in a world populated by beings like me, anyway?”

Bobby nodded, nuzzling that firm flesh. “It would.”

“Mmmhmmm,” Xynthia cooed, leaning back up, resting her ass against his crotch and continuing to undulate against it. “But I’m afraid that the events you’re creating now…while they’ve been great training for you, they haven’t been nearly of the scope that the Ring will need to achieve its full potential. I’m afraid you’ll have to raise the stakes, my boy.”

Bobby looked down his body toward hers, staring at the feathery patch of fabric sliding against his rod, and asked, “What would you have my do, Xynthia?”
“Mmm…perhaps…perhaps creating public spectacles might be a nice way to start…after all, your people love a show, and the more arousal you can create, the greater a charge the ring will absorb.”

“I’m heading to the mall tomorrow with some friends, I’m sure I can think of something while I’m there.”

She giggled a bit, a sound half-cute, half-sultry, and said, “That’ll be perfect, my boy. Just keep your wits about you, and whip the place into a frenzy…once you’ve done that, I’ll come back to you, and guide you further.” With that she slowly stood, still swaying, hands at her hips, caressing her muscular thighs. 

“No, wait,” Bobby started, but she cut him off right away, put her big toe to his lips to silence him.

“Aww, have I whipped you into a frenzy too? I’m sorry, my dear boy, but I cannot assist you this way, not yet. But…once you’ve charged the Ring, I will show you a world of perpetual bliss you cannot imagine.” She began to step back from him, then, slow paces with tender footfalls, and when she stood against his mirror, she snapped her fingers. A blinding flash issued forth from them, and when Bobby’s vision cleared she was gone.

He crawled into bed, then, horribly unsatisfied, cock stiff as a board, and fell asleep without masturbating, deciding instead to wait until morning. 



* * * * * * * *



Bobby stormed into that mall, Tim and Andrew attempting to keep up. He’d never walked so fast in his life, with such purpose. Xynthia’s display was still fresh in his mind, and he was eager to finish the job that she’d started. “Okay, fellas, where to?” he asked, looking over his shoulder.

“Lingerie shop,” Andrew said without even having to think about it. “Get the employees to model for us.”

“No, no, I’m thinking Hot Topic, someplace like that, get some of those hot goth chicks to dike out,” Tim said, mildly out of breath.

“Hmmm, both fine ideas, fellas, but I was thinking something more…centrally located. Something more…public.” The two of them pondered this silently, followed their fearless leader with more than a little excitement in their hearts.

So it was that Bobby led the two of them to the mall’s expansive food court, 25 different outlets along the wall on one massive level on the lower floor. The tier above it was lined with clothing shops, a jewelry store, and Tim’s favorite spot, the Hot Topic. The three of them took a table more off from the center and had a look around. There were no shortage of gorgeous women in the place, there never were, not even in the middle of a weekday. (They’d all skipped class to come here, having their priorities in mind.)

Bobby surveyed the room with a close scrutiny. He wanted to create the most erotic display possible, but he had another motive in mind: if he could spot someone from high school, someone who’d made life difficult for him in his past…those were the ones he wanted to twist into sexual deviants.

And no sooner had the thought crossed his mind than did the absolute perfect gang of women come under his gaze. There, not 3 tables away from them, sat Tiffany, Amber, and Mallory. These three had been among the most popular and meanest of the cheerleaders on the Varsity squad growing up, and were now three of the hottest, snottiest bitches in his Drama class.

Yes, these were definitely the ones. He nudged Tim and Andrew, nodded at them wordlessly, and the glee that spread across their faces was priceless.

The three sat hunched over a large chili fries, picking at it absently, gabbing like three hens in a henhouse. Tiffany’s straight blonde hair was styled into two braided pigtails, giving her the cutesy schoolgirl look, a look she’d obviously been going for with the white button-up blouse tied loosely over her chest, the ridiculously short plaid skirt, and the white stockings. That skirt was so short that even though she sat, the three boys could see where those stockings ended, halfway up her slender thigh. She scratched one of those thighs with a long fingernail, causing the three of them to feel a bit of a stirring in their pants.

Amber’s dark hair framed her dark-skinned face, with two dark eyes beaming out of it. Her pink t-shirt stretched over ample breasts, and a red thong peeked out the top of her skin-tight blue jeans. Her black heels looked too tall to be comfortable, but they sure made her legs look incredible. She kicked one foot under the table, her nervous energy as present as always.

If Amber looked respectable, and Tiffany looked cute, then Mallory looked downright slutty. Her t-shirt was white, cut off at the midriff, low-cut, and was dotted by two protruding nipples, unhidden by a bra. Her khaki shorts were tight, and went barely down her thigh, a thong riding out of them as well. Clear-plastic stripper heels arched her feet, tightening her calves and causing them to look longer than they really were…her legs were crossed, tightly, and she kicked nervously too, fidgeting with her a strand of massive blonde ringlets with one hand.

“Fuck…” Tim whispered, his jaw having dropped open just as far as Andrew’s. 

“You guys ready?” Bobby said with as wicked a grin as he could manage. They each nodded, and that was that…it was one.

Bobby started with a series of simple thoughts intended to draw the girls’ attention to one another. Tiffany’s hand fell upon Mallory’s, and the two looked at each other, locked eyes…Amber kicked off one heel, and extended her leg under the table, slid one big toe along Tiffany’s stockinged calf…Mallory’s tongue runs along her lower lip suggestively…

The three girls shook themselves, then, giving each other embarrassed glances, unsure what had come over them. From their table, the three boys could only barely hear what Tiffany said over the din of the food court, but they could make it out clearly enough: “Ya know what, I’ve been so damn bored lately…no one worships us anymore.”

Mallory scoffed, nodding. “I know exactly what you mean. We used to be the fantasy of every single boy who laid his eyes on us.”

“I’m thinking,” Amber chimed in, “that we need to remind this town just who and what we are…”

Tiffany smiled, perfect while teeth gleaming, and she said, “And just….what did you have in mind, hmm?”

“Maybe we…put on a bit of a show for these people…these people right here…” Mallory’s finger’s were tracing the line of her cleavage as she said this, softly, slowly. “Maybe…maybe you should get up on this table, Tiffany, do a little dance for these fucks…”

“Yeah!” Amber exclaimed, excitement lighting up her face. “Do a table dance for Mal and me, that’d be so sexy!”

Tiffany seemed nervous, shy at first, almost ready to back out of it…do it…do it for your friends, they can’t wait to watch you… The words beamed through the Ring took up with her subconscious instantly, and the tall blonde in her schoolgirl outfit kicked off her black shoes, stood up from the table, and then stepped up onto her seat. Mallory knocked the tray of chili fries off the table, causing an old couple and a gang of thugged-out wigger kids to look over, curious at the noise. The brazenness of Mallory’s action was immediately outweighed by the visage flooding their eyes: Tiffany made her way up onto that table like a professional stripper strutting onto a stage, standing at its center and beginning to sway.

Amber and Mallory clapped and giggled excitedly, Mallory sliding her ass along the plastic bench, closer and closer to Amber, finally coming to rest with her bare thigh pressing against the fabric of Amber’s jeans. The two locked eyes for just a moment, passing a silent message between them…a slight sinking of the eyelids, a deepening seriousness flickering across their faces for just a moment, as if realizing for the first time just how sexy one another had been all these years…Mallory’s hand came to rest on Amber’s thigh, and Amber wrapped one arm around Mallory’s lower back as the two turned their gazes back up to Tiffany, to watch her dance.

Tiff’s hands began at her exposed midriff, gliding slowly up her sides, cupping her breasts and swinging her hips, then moving them up her neck, tossing her hair, giving a little dip of her body as she did so. “Take it off!” shouted Amber, staring, drawing the attention of a passing couple pushing a stroller, and a mixed group of college kids, guys and girls alike shocked and amused at the display before them.

The magnificent blonde smiled, and biting her lower lip untied the knot at the front of her blouse, allowing it to fall open, hands sliding inside and cupping the black bra restraining her cleavage, still dipping and swaying. Mallory’s voice chimed up this time: “Come on, show us your boobs!”

“Yeah, show us your boobs!” came the call from behind them. Bobby turned just in time to see the wigger kid who’d shouted drop his cupped hands to his sides, grinning just as widely as the rest of his gang.

This was all the encouragement Tiffany needed. She let the blouse fall off her shoulders, and reached back to unclasp her bra, managing to do so just as that blouse had fluttered to the floor. She practically tore that black bra away from her skin, then, and whipped it over her head like a lariat, throwing it into the group of wiggers with a smile and a wink so seductive that Bobby almost felt compelled to join their little group, had to bite down hard on his tongue to resist the temptation.

Tiffany’s breasts were shapely, perky, and big, a D-cup for sure, and she tugged at her nipples and looked down at her friends, winking at them too. Mallory’s hand had been massaging Amber’s thigh for most of the time they’d been watching, and now she stood up, never breaking eye contact with her old friend as she climbed up on the table to join her.

The cheers that rose up when Tiffany’d exposed herself were dwarfed completely by the ones issued from the crowd as they observed Mallory’s pouty lips parting, and wrapping around one of Tiffany’s erect nipples. Tiff arched her back, pushed that sensitive nub of flesh against Mallory’s lashing tongue, giving a slight moan as she did. Mallory’s arms wrapped around her friend’s bare back, slid down and under the short plaid skirt, and kneaded her friend’s ass in both palms, continuing to suckle as she did.

“I can’t fucking believe this shit!” one man from a pair of shopping couples exclaimed. The two husbands stopped to stare, even as the 2 wives carried on, oblivious. Each had their jaws dropped as low as…well, as everyone else near enough to the table to see…a number which grew minute to minute as more and more shoppers gathered to watch.

Amber stood up from the bench, then, peeling off her top and then wriggling out of her jeans, stepping back into her heels before starting a slow strut around the table, staring out into the crowd like some prostitute boxing announcer, shouting out to the crowd, “You fucking like the show!?!” 

Cheers exploded from all around them, louder than any football spectators at any of the events these girls had done cheerleading, louder than any they’d ever even heard. Mallory looked up and around, grinned for a moment, then fell upon Tiffany’s other breast with her open mouth. Tiff’s hands were working behind her at the zipper on her skirt, but Amber, having come to stand behind her, reached up and unzipped it herself, tugging it down to the table’s plastic surface, helping her friend step out of it.

“Okay, now watch this,” Bobby said to his friends, not bothering to look away.

SMACK! Amber’s flat palm slapped against Tiffany’s ass hard enough for that sound to rise above even the newest, loudest level of cheers, causing yet another to erupt. She then took the strands of fabric wrapping around those soft hips, and pulled Tiffany’s thong down her pale white stockings, helped her step out of that as well. She held it up like it was the Heisemen Trophy, then tossed it into a crowd of middle-aged men, apparently separated from the wives for a bit of Alone-Time Shopping.

Tiffany’s tanned skin was now fully exposed; she stood before the crowd completely naked. Mallory decided to follow suit, yanking her tiny tee over her head and dropping it to the floor. She embraced her friend in a wet, passionate kiss then, pressing the firm globes of flesh into Tiffany’s, mashing their breasts together. Amber had strutted around behind Mallory, now, during their kiss. She propped one knee up on the plastic bench below her friend, and with a fully-extended tongue gave one long, slow lick up her friend’s golden leg, starting just above the heel and stopping just below the ass. Mallory glanced over her shoulder to watch, breaking away from Tiffany’s kiss.

“Suck her tits!” someone shouted from the tier above. Bobby was pleased at how little time it’d taken to attract so much attention. Tiffany nodded slightly, and bent to her friend’s exposed breast, returning the favor of a tender suckle. 

A chant had arisen from somewhere in the now-substantial crowd, just a few voices at first, but spreading like wildfire: “LICK HER CUNT! LICK HER CUNT! LICK HER CUNT!” The very word felt sickly sweet in Bobby’s ears; it was the only curse word in the English language he despised, but just now, he was more than pleased to hear it.

Mallory stepped down, Amber came around to Tiffany’s other side, and each took one of Tiffany’s small hands in one of theirs, guiding her to a sitting position. When her ass came to rest of the plastic table’s surface, each of them took one of Tiffany’s toned thighs in both hands, and gently the two women, still in various states of undress themselves, parted their friend’s legs, gently and carefully, until she’d spread almost into a split, arched feet resting tippy-toed on the benches at either side.

“Which one of them should do it!?” Tiffany shouted, embracing the spirit of the thing. “Which one of these bitches should suck my clit!?”

Incoherent shouts from all directions came to answer this one, and fingers pointing too. The crowd seemed divided on the issue, almost down the middle. Bobby hadn’t beamed a single thought their way for minutes, now, but intervened at this. Before deciding, he asked turned to his friends and asked, “Well?”

For a minute neither spoke, only stared on. Finally, Andrew was the one to make the suggestion: “They could take turns.”

At this, Tim added: “Mallory first.”

Bobby nodded, and turned back to the show, the show he’d created, hell-bent on making it the most terribly erotic thing these people, now numbering in the hundreds, had ever seen. He smiled when he saw not one, but several people approach the threesome with cellphones open, taking video of the three girls and their apparent voyeurism. Mallory positioned herself between Mallory’s stocking-clad legs, and lowered her head between them. Amber sat on the table beside her friend, and together the two of them watched as Mallory’s tongue poked out of her pouty mouth, and began to taste Tiffany’s lips. 

The boys couldn’t quite see the action, then, but were still more than happy with the display on the whole: Mallory’s ass, flossed by her thong, poked out at them, her body bent at a right-angle, the muscles in her legs taut and elegantly defined, and her head shook back and forth rapidly, raking her tongue across Tiffany’s clit. The blondie in pigtails clenched her eyes and moaned, hands propped behind her, hips rising up to meet Mallory’s efforts. Amber was whispering something in Tiffany’s ears, then swirling her tongue into that ear, chasing her words into Tiff’s head with wet sensation. 

“MY fucking GOD, isn’t someone going to stop this?” Bobby heard a woman shriek from nearby. It occurred to Bobby that there must be security in the crowd, but they were taking their time, enjoying the show as much as anyone…and he realized that perhaps he could use their presence to his advantage. He pondered this, even as he stared into Tiffany’s face, enjoying the expressions of joy and pleasure flitting across it.




Bobby's Ring Ch. 03



“FUCK, girl,” Amber yelled, loud enough so those nearby could hear it, “you really like Tiffany’s little pussy, huh? LOOK at you GO!” She took a handful of Mal’s blonde locks, then, and shoved her head hard against Tiffany’s slit, working it side-to-side, using her whole face to massage the cheerleader-turned-actor-turned-voyeur’s soft flesh.

Before too long, Mallory’s face rose up, and from where they sat the boys could see that her chin was positively drenched in Tiffany’s wetness. She drew that wet face close to Tiffany’s, and the three of them exchanged a sloppy 3-way kiss, each of them sharing a taste of Tiffany’s pussy juices.

Amber hopped up, then, saying, “Fuck, that’s good, I wanna taste of that,” and nudging her friend aside, taking her place between those shapely legs. 

Mallory slapped Amber’s ass as she bent over, shouting to the crowd, “Ya like that ass? Who wants to fuck that ass, huh?! Who wants to stick it in this pretty little thing’s little asshole, HUH!?! LEMME HEAR YOU!”

Bobby wasn’t surprised to hear every man in the chamber raise his voice, but he was surprised to hear more than a few female voices, as well. None of the boys had realized the effect their show had been having on the women of the group, as well.

“Well, TOO BAD!” Mallory shouted, laughing at them almost hysterically. “Cuz I’M gonna do it instead!” With one hand, Mallory pulled the strip of fabric riding up Amber’s luscious cocoa ass to one side, and with her long, pink tongue, she began to lap teasingly between the globes of Amber’s ass, scraping white lines in it with her long fingernails as she did.

Amber’s cries were muffled by Tiffany’s slit, but Bobby could hear them, could hear them through Mallory’s own ears, and through Tiffany’s…he’d been experimenting with the other aspects the Ring had to offer, and had learned how to absorb the sense of hearing from those on whom he focused...it proved difficult at first, but with a little practice Bobby could hear the whole thing through the very ears of the three impromptu porn stars who perpetrated it.

For what felt like a long while, the crowd cheered on, gazing upon the vision they’d never forget, all their lives. Tiffany’s mouth hung open, shouts rising up out of it in the same rhythm as Amber’d set with her tongue, stocking-clad thighs now clenched around the brunette’s head, dainty toes resting on the small of Amber’s back…and just below them, Amber’s flawless ass, and Mallory delving into it, a buildup of bubbly saliva causing the cleft of that ass to glimmer in the halogen lights. And then, Mallory’s ass, one hand reaching back, working vigorously to stimulate her own exposed pussy, legs a precise V, coming together to form the second of two perfectly muscled butts in view.

The three of them licked and moaned and yelled dirty words to each other for several minutes before Bobby spotted an approaching security guard. He was short, fat, dumpy, 3 days stubbly beard on his round, middle-aged face, his uniform bulging over his belly almost disgustingly. When he came to stand beside the three of them, the silly unattractive man made the three former cheerleaders seem even more immaculately perfect. He started to try to get their attention, and for at least a few more minutes they ignored him, continuing to pleasure one another, feeding off the energy of the crowd.

“Ladies, PLEASE!” the guard finally shouted. “STOP WHAT YOU’RE DOING AT ONCE!”

Mallory stood up, wiped her chin, and laughed in the fat man’s face. She turned to the crowd, and shouted, “Should we do what he says? DO YOU WANT US TO STOP!?”

“NOOOOOOOOOO!” came the resounding shout of hundreds of horny men and women, refusing to let this erotic spectacular come to an end.

“And what should we do about this?! How about we FUCK THIS GUY INSTEAD, HUH!? Think that ‘ll SHUT HIM UP!?!”

“YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAHH!!” the crowd boomed.

Amber stopped her efforts and stood up, too, quickly peeling off her thong, but leaving the heels, and then joined Mallory in her feverish ripping at the fat guard’s uniform. The tore buttons, jammed his zipper, had both trousers and briefs around the man’s knees before shoving him onto the bench seat. Tiffany’d begun massaging her clit with two fingers, looking over the guard’s shoulder as her friends tore the shoes, slacks, and briefs off the man in one untidy clump. 

Bobby wished so badly for a JumboTron to broadcast the two girl’s efforts, wishing everyone could see their actions as clearly as he could see them. Amber straddled one of the guard’s pale, hairy thighs, removing her bra as she did, and smothered the man’s face between them, laughing like a damn hyena. She pulled back just in time for the guard to see Mallory’s gorgeous mouth open again, and slurp his mediocre cock inbetween her puffy lips, long fingernails teasing his testicles, eyes blazing up into his face. She began bobbing her head furiously, massive blonde curls bouncing every which way, bare breasts bouncing with her every stroke. In seconds, the guard had achieved a hard-on, no longer giving one shit about trying to stop the girls, not even caring if he lost his job…the entirety of his focus rested on the lips of this young girl, messily sucking on his now-throbbing cock, and on the beautiful chocolate nipples mashing into the side of his face. 

Amber had begun sliding back and forth against that nasty bare thigh, grinding into it, massaging herself on it, giggling incessantly as her gaze shifted from Mallory’s efforts, up and over Tiffany’s incredible body, smiling up at her friend…she climbed up off the guard’s lap and leaned in to give Tiff another kiss, replacing Tiff’s hand with her own, massaging her friend.

After a minute, Mallory stood up, turned her back to the guard, and shouted to the crowd again, for the moment ignoring the ugly man’s stubby fingers now squeezing her ass. “You all ready!!?” she shouted, pumping a fist into the air. 

More cheers, like rolling thunder.

Amber and Tiffany watched their friend’s ass sink between the aging guard’s thighs, watched his rod come in contact with the lips of her smoothly-shaved vagina, and cheered their friend on, stopping to clap, as she impaled herself on the guard’s modest erection.

“Unngh, shit, you’re bigger than I thought, Mister,” Mallory grunted as she lowered herself down, resting in the man’s lap for a few seconds before beginning a rhythm, slowly rising then delicately sinking her body, working the man’s cock with her tight love canal. He groaned disgustingly, tongue hanging out, eyes fixed on the impeccable ass that sank down onto him.

“You like that, you sick bastard, you like it when our friend fucks you in front of all your fucking mallgoers!?” Amber said, now strutting around the table before them, enjoying a long look over Mallory’s fantastic body as she went. 
Tiffany scooted off the table, then, and bade Amber sit upon it’s edge, legs dangling off, feet still clad in those super-tall heels. She gave her friend a long kiss before sliding down her body, skin-to-skin, until she knelt on the floor before her, face hovering over Amber’s slit, just as clean-shaven and already glistening with wetness. 

Mallory was too wrapped up in the eyes upon her, too preoccupied now with giving their audience a show, to notice her two friends’ new positions. She slammed her little ass down into that silly-looking guard’s lap with fervor, squeezing her tits in both hands, screaming and moaning like a seasoned porn star. Amber and Tiffany had to stare at her a moment, impressed. The exchanged glances, giggled, looked over again, almost entranced by Mallory’s lustful shouting, her recklessness…

Amber continued to look on even as Tiffany draped her friend’s long, chocolate legs over her shoulders, and bent her head to Amber’s slit, wrapping her lips over it, working it in her tongue. Amber cooed, delighted, but remained staring at her friend, the two of them moaning in joy together.

Bobby and the boys looked on, along with several hundred others, as the scene progressed, Mallory’s cries growing more and more urgent, her exchanges with the crowd more frequent (“You fuckers like this, huh? You wanna watch me make this fucker cum, YEAH!? You wanna see him cum on my fuckin’ big TITS, don’t you!?”), while Amber’s slender body arched under the eager attention Tiffany lavished upon her gorgeous little slit. Again Bobby felt the urge to join them, but resisted the temptation. Instead he watched as Amber’s toes arched, her cheeks grew redder, and her cries rose in pitch…watched as Tiffany slid her index finger between those chocolate lips, then two, watched her work them in and out of the ex-cheerleader’s slit, fucking her harder and harder with them, lips still wrapped over Amber’s tiny clit…

Amber’s voice was clear as day, and the crowd cheered to hear her words: “Oooh,, fuck, Tiff, feels so good, UUNnnnhh, you’re gonna make me cum, don’t stop, fuck don’t STOP you’re gonna make me fuckin’CUM, FUCK you FUCKIN’ WHORE don’t you stop fuuuuuckkiiiiing meeeee, AAAAAAAAGGGHHHH!!” A series of spasms racked Amber’s body, then, as a visibly strong climax ceased her. Tiffany continued her efforts, even as her friend was rocked by wave after wave of incredible electricity.

Mallory stood up off the guard, turned around, and straddled his lap again, now facing the table, gazing upon Amber, the sight of her in mid-orgasm proving more than thrilling to her. “GOD, you’re so hot, I can’t believe you fuckin’ came in front of all these people! FUCK, that makes me HOT, this fucker better make me cum or I swear to God someone else will fucking have to.”

With that, she dropped back into the guard’s lap, her soaking-wet box sliding down over the guard’s cock easily. With one hand massaging her clit, and the other kneading one firm breast, Mallory fucked the silly little man again, harder this time, staring up at Amber, who’d only just begun to relax her body again. Tiffany stood, climbed on the table, straddled her friend, kissed her with a face drenched in Amber’s juices, which she tasted only too happily.

It became clear in that next minute that the guard was not gonna last much longer, not long enough to satisfy Mallory. His grunts rose in pitch, too, all this proving too much stimulation for one man to handle. “FUuuuuuck, you son of a bitch you’re gonna cum already?” Mallory spat, disappointment thick in her voice.

“Fuck it, Mal,” Amber said, “let’s just pull another one, fuck this guy.”

“Yeah!” Tiff exclaimed, none of the excitement gone out of her voice despite her growing exhaustion. “Finish him off and we’ll find another one.”

Without words, Mallory again climbed off the man’s cock, and knelt between his legs. She took her tits in both hands, and wrapped them around the shaft of the security guard’s cock. She began to perform her first-ever public titty-fuck, bouncing up and down and sliding her flesh over the man’s well-lubricated rod, spitting down into her cleavage every so often, more for effect than for anything, saying, “You worthless fucker, just cum already, cum on my tits in front of these people, hurry up already! Come on, cum for me, cum for everyone, you motherfucker, they’re waiting for you!”

As if on cue, the crowd had begun a new chant, men and women alike, voices loud and demanding: “CUM! CUM! CUM! CUM!”

The man nearly choked on his own gasp, and with a strangled yelp, he began to ejaculate onto Mallory’s beautiful melons, an impressive amount of cum shooting in stringy gobs and into little puddles, dotting the soft flesh in a disgustingly erotic display. Both other girls hopped away from the table and surrounded their friend, kneeling down to lap at those little puddles with their tongues. By the time the man was finished, they’d licked Mallory’s cleavage clean.

“Now get the fuck outta here,” Mallory said to the man when he’d finished, standing up, a naked, sweating girl in each arm, the three of them catching their breath. The man slunk away, his clothes in a bundle under his arm, and disappeared into the crowd amidst a mixed response: some cheers, some boos, some outright guffaws of unimpressed laughter.

The three turned back to their sizable audience, then, and circled the table which had become their stage, each waggling fingers at the crowd, shouting “Come on, who’s next, let’s go!” They stalked like cats, long, lithe bodies stretching fully with each step…Bobby could take it no longer. He leapt from his seat, and pushed through the crowd, using every bit of his focus to keep them from getting bold and jumping into the “arena” before he could arrive.

Unfortunately, his familiarity with the ring was not quite strong enough to control entire crowds, not quite yet, for just before he got there, a pair of tall, thickly-muscled African American men in muscle shirts and black jeans stepped forward, answering the call.

He stopped halfway, standing in awe of the three of them as they launched a full-scale assault on the two gentlemen, Mallory pulling one’s arm as hard as she could and shoving him onto the table, the other two just tearing away the clothing of the other one where he stood.

Bobby made his way back toward the table, dejected…but his mood improved quite suddenly when he realized that more than one couple in the crowd had been inspired by the girls’ display, and had begun to engage in sexual acts themselves! There was a man leaning against the countertop of a McDonald’s, his pudgy wife’s head bobbing between his legs. There was another couple, also utilizing a table, fucking doggy-style so they could both still watch the action.

When he got back to the table, he saw that his friends had disappeared…presumably to find someone to satisfy their frenzied lust, Bobby thought. He sat back down, turning just in time to see Tiffany guide Amber’s head onto the man’s half-erect cock, grasping it in her fist…to see Mallory as she was lifted up by the other man, equally massive as the first, and place her on the table. That blonde skank wriggled on the table as the man produced a massive cock from inside his pants, and she grasped it in one hand and guided it into her, shrieking as he buried it inside her…

Bobby looked around the table and noticed a group of young gothic chicks, having come downstairs from Hot Topic to watch the show, standing close together, shoulder-to-shoulder, each exploring their own bodies at various levels of fearlessness. One’s hands roamed over her clothed torso, while another had slid her hands beneath a black t-shirt to fondle herself flesh-to-flesh. The one standing closest to him, short and pale with shortly-cropped jet-black hair, had placed one hand under the waistline of her heavy black jeans, and suckled on the thumb of her opposite hand. Bobby looked down, could see movement between her legs, realized she may not be the boldest one of her friends, but she was the horniest.

Come over here…I’ve got something for you…

The pretty gothic chick turned her head, shot Bobby a curious glance, one that transformed slowly-but-surely into one of determination as she began to walk toward his table, both hands now swinging at her sides.

She sat next to Bobby with a smile, sat right up against him, and the two turned to watch the show. Mallory’s body heaved mightily as one black stud pounded into her,savagely, ruthlessly. The insatiable blonde’s curls fanned out on the table behind her head, her fists clenched around its plastic edges, her face tightened into a terribly sultry grimace, mouth hanging open, jaw jutting, practically growling as she stared at the giant black cock disappearing into her little slit.

The other volunteer had both girls on their knees, mouths open, tongues out, and would barrel down the throat of one in one stroke, pull out, and barrel down the throat of the other, swapping between them, a thick strand of spittle hanging between their pretty faces. This went on a moment or two before they each stood up, and asked (though only Bobby could hear them) which of them he wanted to fuck first. He didn’t answer with words, just picked Amber up, hands beneath her thighs, and held her to him. Tiffany quickly returned to her knees, and with one small hand guided the man’s erection to Amber’s tender opening. She watched wide-eyed as the slid into her, the whole giant length in one stroke. Amber’s gasp of delight was almost cute. When he began to fuck her, Tiffany cupped her ass, shoving it down toward the man’s rod each time he thrust forth to enter her.

The young goth by Bobby’s side was looking at him, then, almost invitingly, questioningly. Bobby decided not to bother with the ring, instead looking down at his groin in an effort to guide her gaze there. And when she did look down, he unzipped his jeans and let himself spring out for her to see. Her eyes widened a bit when she did, and she smiled up into his eyes, nodding down toward her own crotch, saying, “I’ve got something to show you, too…”

“OOOH FUUUUUUUUUCK I’M GONNA CUM ON YOOOOOOOU,FUUUUUCK!” Mallory’s shrieks tore their attention from one another yet again, and they watched the black stallion continue to destroy her, even as her head thrashed side-to-side, and her body shook with the force of what looked to be a tremendous orgasm. For a moment, Tiffany, Amber, and even the black stranger from the crowd, looked over to watch Mallory’s body contort as she experienced her climax.

Just as the black man set Amber down, and moved toward the adjacent table, Bobby looked back to his little Gothic volunteer, seeing that she’d begun to slide her jeans down, raising her legs to assist in their removal.

She stood up, then, stepping out of the jeans, and said to Bobby, “I’m gonna fuck you while we watch ‘em, okay?” She was so sweet, so unsure, so innocent…and yet, burning enough on the inside to desire him. She slipped out of her plain black panties and turned around, sinking towards Bobby’s lap with her pale, jiggly bubble-butt even before Bobby’d slid his jeans down, forcing him to act fast, to catch up with her.

The raven-haired teen was already so wet from the performance before them that he slid into her easily. They shared a sigh of ecstatic relief as she engulfed him, and she began to writhe against him the moment he as fully inside her. She felt so smooth and velvety inside, and Bobby moaned slightly in spite of himself at the way she wriggled rather than bobbed. He felt her fingernails against the base of him as she reached to touch herself, doubling her body’s stimulation, and they both gazed on, practically ignoring one another even as they fucked, to stare at the show.

Amber now bounced in the lap of the man laying on the floor, her back to them, thrashing wildly, screaming like a banshee. Tiffany had gone over to the table, been bent over it by their body-builder volunteer, who pulverized her tight pussy from behind. Tiffany’s well-tanned ass jiggled like jelly, his thighs smacking against it. The man tugged one of her braided pony-tails, at which motion she shot a wicked glance over her shoulder, half-sneering at the man, but still crying out in ecstasy. Mallory had rolled onto her side, still on the table, shaky though it had become, and watched Tiff’s reactions to their massive volunteer, leaning over on occasion to spread Tiffany’s cheeks apart and tickle her delicate asshole with an extended tongue. 

Amber stood up off the man, then, and went to the table as well, and crowded on with the other girls, her back to the others, and stuck her legs straight out in a perfect splits, inviting her own volunteer to join her at Center Stage. The stood before her, took a calf in each hand, and with Amber’s help he slipped back between her gorgeous lips, burying himself into her up to the hilt, and continuing to ram her like a piston.




Bobby's Ring Ch. 03



The cries of both girls echoed to the ceiling, and they were not alone, Bobby realized. The chamber was now filled with moaning voices. He looked around and saw easily a dozen couples, now, engaged in some sort of sexual behavior. Over here, a Mexican girlie giving her white friend a blowjob. Over there, in the distance, two black tall, athletic black girls locked in a 69, no longer even watching the show, wrapped up in something all their own. A chubby redhead on all fours, pounded into by a slightly-less-bulky but equally-pale middle-aged man, a second man of similar proportions sliding in and out of her face, gently but firmly…

And the pale gothic girl in his lap, rocking her hips harder and faster than before, the tight wet smoothness inside of her massaging his every nerve ending, each thrust firing a bolt of electricity up into his head, and rocketing down to his toes. He gave that ass a slap, almost as much to remind himself that he was there as to remind her. She yelped, giggled, smiled briefly back at him before returning her gaze to the display…the display Bobby and his fantastical Ring had created...how satisfied he felt sure Xynthia must be, now…

It all seemed to be coming to a head at once, Bobby soon realized. Mallory was leaning over Tiffany, squeezing her tits even as they shook violently from the unrelenting ramming she received, saying things like, “You like that big black cock, huh? You like it, he’s fucking the shit outta you in front of hundreds of people!” She’d even slap her friend in the face, or choke her a few seconds, calling her terrible names and saying, “Come on, you little slut, cum for me…cum for me and all these fuckin’ people!”

Tiffany’s ass was a deep red, and her face had turned the same color. Her frenzied shouts were closer and closer together, too, and she’d lifted her feet up off the ground, bending them at the knee, resting against the table, clinging to it with all her might as the colored fella ravaged her with his massive war club. 

Amber, meantime, had wrapped her legs around the beast of a man’s thighs like a vice, hands flailing wildly, disjointedly, until her volunteer took her wrists in his hands, and used them as leverage devices to slam into her all the harder. Her eyes burned holes down at the giant cock slamming into her, one so huge it looked like it should rip her in half, and with an anguished, grating shout she announced, “Ooooh, shit, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna fuckin’ cum oh SHIT OH SHIIIIIIT!”

Both Amber and Tiffany had been shouting these words for almost a minute by the time they finally climaxed, screams and grunts and moans of the filthiest, dirtiest satisfaction filled the room. 

For not only had two of the showgirls reached climax at roughly the same time, but those in the crowd who’d succumbed to their own lust were urged over that edge as well. Men and women all over the food court found the combination of their partners’ efforts and this savagely erotic display to be too much, and one by one they began to cum as well. The young Gothic cutie’s voice had begun to pitch higher, too, and she leaned back against him and whispered, “I’m so close…fuck me…”

Bobby thrust his hips upward, entering her faster and harder than before. She elected to simply hover above his lap and allow him to do the work, allowing him to slide fully in and out of her…with as much effort as he could muster, Bobby bucked his hips up, beginning to moan himself, beads of sweat falling off his forehead…her head fell back against his shoulders, lost in her own sensations now, and Bobby reached up under her black t-shirt to get a layer closer to her nipples, turning them in thumb and forefinger, wishing she’d taken the thing off but loving the feel of them in his hands all the same...

Again the chant rose, even louder this time. “CUM! CUM! CUM!” Bobby was dimly aware of the distinct sound of police sirens in the distance, but at the moment he couldn’t care less.

The man pounding into Tiffany began to grunt, primally, deep in his throat. He pulled out of her, and Mallory’s hand shot out to grasp him the instant he hung in the open air, opening her jaw and swallowing him, giving a few great, exaggerated bobs of her blonde head, then pulling back, aiming the head of the massive black dick at Tiffany’s incredible ass, and worked it in her fist, saying, “Cum on her ass, I wanna see you cum on that fuckin’ pretty ass…” And with a great bellow, he did, firing massive spurt after massive spurt of white-hot cum onto the reddened globes of Tiffany’s beautiful behind, covering it in polka-dotted spatters of white. Tiffany looked over her shoulder to watch the man’s eruption, wiggling her ass backwards at him, eventually sliding him between her bouncing cheeks like a hot dog bun.

Amber’s body was drenched in sweat, from her forehead to her calves, and her squinting eyes and the askew set of her jaw were the epitome of pornographic perfection. She began whispering something, something only Bobby could hear, urging the man pounding into her to use her body to get him off, the shower her with his cum in front of the enormous crowd that continued to watch, even as the police approached quietly from the parking lot. Mallory leaned back over Amber’s body, turned onto her side, put her face alongside Amber’s, and told the man, “Look at these pretty little faces, just begging for your fuckin’ cum…just look at us…look at the pretty little sluts you fuckers just ravaged, you made us fuckin’ cum our brains out, and now…all we need is your fuckin’ cum…give us your fuckin’ cum…”

At such urging, the man obviously had no choice, pulling out of Amber’s slit and wanking himself rabidly above them. Mallory helped an exhausted Amber sit up, and the two of them sat side-by-side, cheeks together, mouths open, tongues waggling, staring up at their deliverer, waiting for the moment that would break the spell…

Seeing this, the two of them so damn eager to receive a load to the face, was more than Bobby could handle, even under the influence of the Ring as he was. With a gasp and a grunt, he felt something inside him break, and a flood of tingling rapture shot through him as he shot his wad up into the Gothic girl’s tight love canal. Feeling this, the girl bucked her hips ever harder, having already cum herself but glad to have gotten him off, too.

Bobby came and came, filling that pale-bootied girl up with his load. The moment he ceased to twitch within her, the girl shot straight up, gathered her clothes, and took off, leaving him without a word, just a backwards glance to blow him a kiss. She disappeared into the crowd, and Bobby couldn’t believe it…he wasn’t sure how he was going to make his escape with her involved, this simplified things a great deal for him!

He stood and dressed, pausing before he left to watch Amber and Mallory share the hulking black man’s sizable explosion. The first shot spread in a thick strand across Amber’s cheek, and Mallory’s nose and forehead, missing her eye by millimeters. The second one fell right on Mallory’s tongue, the third on Amber’s. The rest fell in drops on their chins, cheeks and lips, and when he was finished they kissed, mashing their faces together, swapping thick ejaculate between them before turning back to the man…

The last image Bobby saw before taking off into the crowd was two pairs of lips running along a twitching black shaft…

He shoved past the crowd, past couples and threesomes and one giant circle of men and women (mostly women), making his way down and away from that food court.

He was barely 20 yards down the mall thoroughfare before the cops went shooting past him, 10, 20, 30 of them, all at a run, all too late, Bobby knew, to stop any damn thing at all. He looked down at the Ring, smiled to see it pulsating with a bright reddish-orange glow. No one even noticed it as he made his way out of there, headed to his car, took off, not bothering to wait for Tim or Andrew…if something happened to them, it’d get them out of jail, no problem, but he felt sure they could handle themselves.

On the drive home, Bobby thought of Xynthia, about what she’d said. He thought to himself, have I been doing the Devil’s work? Is that what she meant when she told me she was a demoness? I sure hope not…eh, I’m sure there’s a distinction there, the Devil can’t employ ALL the demons out there, and even if he does…I think maybe we’d be a little better off with a little more sin in our world…