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Hi, all. This is the first story I've ever done for SRU and I have to admit it's something of a surprise - I never thought I'd do one. I hope you all like it. Disclaimers: This story is mine, and don't you go saying otherwise (Except, of course, for Spells 'R Us...). I give permission to anyone with a free site to archive this (you could let me know, if you've got the time). If you think this is good enough to try to charge money for it, you'd better be willing to offer me (and Bill Hart) money for it before you do so! This is definitely an adult story, even if it doesn't start out at all naughty. If you're not old enough to read it, or you get offended by transgender themes, or homosexuality (of a sort), or semi-extreme piercing, then don't bother ranting about this - just exercise your right to press the delete key and pretend it doesn't exist. Enjoy! Spells R Us: The Welsh Rings by Dafydd Cyhoeddwr Jake Halis pulled into the parking space with a smile. He was on the almost deserted third level of the mall's parking garage, and good spaces were plentiful. He shook his head, thinking of the fools circling the good spots on the lower levels -- all they had to do was be a little less lazy, be willing to walk down two flights of stairs (then take the elevator back up), and they could have all the prime parking spots they wanted. But they weren't smart enough to think outside the box. Jake always thought outside the box if he at all could. It made him feel superior to find solutions to problems that no one else could. Jake walked down the flights of stairs to the second level, and then around the corner and into the mall. The constant echoing buzz of the mall filled his ears and he sighed with contentment. He automatically ran his fingers through his thick brown hair, sweeping it back from his forehead and settling it back into place. He twitched his shoulders, and his silk button-down shirt shifted around his torso to hang perfectly again. An absent brush-down of his thigh adjusted his slacks with their razor-sharp creases back into shape. Having spruced himself up without even being conscious of his movements, Jake strode into the mall on his high-polish leather shoes, looking like a fashion plate out of GQ magazine. Despite his unconscious concern for his appearance, Jake wasn't out hunting. Saturdays at the mall were for him, not for anything or anyone else. Weekdays were for work; nights were for the ladies; weekend days were for him. He headed right for the first of his five customary stops: the comic shop. He always shopped in the same places in the same order, every Saturday. In fact, if the mall were to contain only those five stores, he would be deliriously happy! None of the other hundred-plus stores mattered to him -- they were only annoyances, entrances to walk past between his regular stops. They only attracted other people to the mall, people who walked slowly, or without purpose, and got in his way. Jake browsed through the comic shop, and bought the most recent copy of Furrlough. He came every weekend, and looked for the same titles every time, even though most of the titles he bought were irregularly bimonthly. He could have just used the shop's subscription service, but that, he thought, would take all the fun out of it. The next stop was the record store. New titles were even farther between than in the comic store, but he still managed to find at least one CD to take home every weekend. Then came the video store, then the bookstore, and then the crowning glory of his Saturday afternoons - the sushi bar. Carrying his four bags under his arm, Jake walked down the wing of the mall that led to his favorite Japanese restaurant. His mouth was already watering for salmon roll and Jewish roll. He turned the corner and was just about to walk into the restaurant and say hi to Meiko, his favorite waitress in his favorite Japanese restaurant, when he realized that the Jade Moon wasn't there. He dropped his bags in shock - how could his favorite restaurant be gone, just like that?!? Jake hated change, unless it was to his benefit. If a shoe store went out of business, and a bookstore replaced it, then Jake was pleased. If a personal grooming store moved somewhere else in the mall, and a chocolate store took its place, Jake couldn't care less. But this ... this change was not to Jake's benefit. Jade Moon had been his Saturday lunch date for years. There were always people there, half the tables filled, happy waiters, Meiko - whom he wouldn't have minded asking out on a date, except that he knew that once he dropped her it would be awkward to come back to the restaurant, and he didn't want to give that up. He couldn't imagine his Saturday afternoon without the Jade Moon. But the Jade Moon was gone. In the place of the red columns and paper lanterns, the fat Buddha statue and the display case full of plastic sushi, was an uninteresting brown wall with a display window and a real wooden door. Who ever heard of a door in a mall? Jake looked in the display window as he picked up his shopping bags, and shook his head. Junk was all he saw: trinkets, dolls, greeting cards, paper party decorations. If it had been another record store, or a bigger comic shop, or something like that, he might have been able to live with adjusting his schedule and finding another place to eat lunch. But this was a fifth rate dime store with second-hand junk for sale. And what kind of name was "Spells 'R Us" anyway? Jake had half a mind to barge into the stupid store and yell at the proprietor for stealing the space of the Jade Moon. Then, he realized that it hadn't been the proprietor's fault that the Jade Moon had left. But maybe the new owner knew whether it had gone out of business, or just moved. Maybe he could find out where the new Jade Moon was! He opened the door, not even noticing the sound of the bell ringing as he did so. He entered the store, and looked around in amazement. The inside looked nothing like the outside had led him to believe it would. Instead of a dingy little booth crowded with shelves and shelves of crap with price tags, the shop was large, open, and very tastefully decorated. He looked behind him and saw a whole bank of display windows, all displaying the most elegant of merchandise, from jewelry to clothing, from briefcases to shoes. Looking around the shop revealed a corner where costumes of a wide variety were displayed on mannequins that were exceptionally lifelike. Display stands were stocked with briefcases and shoes, as well as greeting cards and paper party decorations (though not as ratty as the ones he had seen in the window). Clothing hung on racks in another corner: men's, women's, children's, babies'. His mouth hanging open in surprise, Jake turned to the other side of the store where the proprietor was standing behind a counter looking at him with an amused expression on his face. That old man was dressed in what looked like a ratty bathrobe, which was almost what Jake would have expected from the exterior but which didn't fit in at all with the interior. In a daze, Jake walked over to the counter, passing glass cases of trinkets and jewelry, obviously fake trash intermixed with the most exquisite gems and settings he had ever seen. Standing in front of the counter, Jake said, "Ah..." "Don't worry, Jake," said the old man. "The Jade Moon will return. They've just taken a slight holiday. Now, what can I do for you today?" "I... uh," responded Jake with unusual dull-wittedness. He thought that something was wrong about being addressed by name and having his question answered without having actually said anything yet, but before he could get his mind in gear to ask the next most obvious question, the old man said, "Are you all right? Only you seem a bit dazed." Jake blinked, and his brain unfroze. "No, no, I'm fine. Just fine. I really didn't have anything in mind when I came in. I've done my shopping already." He held up his four paper bags proudly, as if they were the result of some long and arduous expedition, or something. "I see, I see," said the old man. "Then, I wonder if I might interest you in this?" He reached under the counter and drew out an oblong box. It was green, and looked like it might be covered in leather. On the top was embossed some kind of pattern, but Jake couldn't quite make it out before the old man set the box down on the counter and lifted the hinged lid. Inside, resting on pale lavender velvet, were more than twenty tiny rings. Jake knew right away that they were piercing jewelry -- he had seen enough on Niff, one of his 'on-the-side' girlfriends, to recognize them. There were of assorted diameters and gauges, but they were all green, and all of the beads were tiny, faceted blue crystals. There were many of the captive-bead style, where a circle of metal was interrupted by a bead, in this case the crystals. Jake noticed that several of these were actually not circular, but octagonal and hexagonal, something that Niff had talked about but neither of them had actually seen. There were barbells of several different designs as well - straight, curved, circular (which were actually three-quarter circles), and one of the asymmetrically beaded kind that were usually used for navels. There were also some oddly shaped barbells - bent barbells that were v-shaped, but with the ends bent again either upwards or downwards. Jake had never seen or heard of any piercing jewelry like that. Lastly, there was a pair of nipple shields, which were a disk of metal meant to fit around the nipple and to be held in place by the barbell attached across the center. Jake looked closer at the jewelry, lifting one of the larger rings close to his eye, and saw that inscribed all over the anodized aluminum - or whatever metal they were made from - were the interweaving bands of Celtic knot work. He checked, and saw that each and every piece of jewelry there was covered with knot work; it was most visible on the nipple shields. The old man said, "These are magical rings from the mystical lands known today as Wales. Aside from their intricate artwork, they are also self-piercing, so you don't have to pay extra to have them ... eh, installed. The activation words, along with the instructions, are right here." He pulled a tab on the lining under the lid and it came away, revealing some writing. He seemed to check it, and then said, "Oh, these are female rings, I have some male rings here somewhere ..." Jake said, "No, no, these will be fine. How much?" Jake wasn't into piercing himself - he liked his body the way it had come from the factory - but Niff looked like a pincushion and was always getting more metal inserted into her skin. Every time he saw her, she had something new to show off to him. Her ears looked like a spiral-bound notebook from her lobes all the way up and around the top; her eyebrows, nose, lips and tongue sported metal, her nipples were each pierced three times, her navel looked like an anemone; and she had almost as much metal below the waist as above. She would love these - they had to be the most unusual piercing jewelry that anyone had ever worn! The old man looked at Jake with a bit of a frown. "Are you sure, boy? These rings aren't the kind of thing that's given as a present." Jake looked up, and frowned right back at the old man. "Maybe not in your day, daddy-o, but today we can do anything we want. I'll take these. How much?" "Well, the customer is always right, but don't say I didn't warn you. Special today, only $400. Unless you want the male set, which are only $150?" Jake was no bargain hunter: sales were for sissies. He made good money, and he liked to spend it. It made him feel good to give expensive presents to his women; they were tokens of his attention and affection. If only Kate saw it the same way, but Kate was different in a lot of ways. Niff, on the other hand, would be overjoyed with these, and price was no object in her case. He whipped out his platinum Visa card - which, despite its $7000 limit had exactly $400-worth of available credit - and handed it to the old man. Thirty seconds later, Jake walked out the door, receipt and green leather box in the video store bag, Visa card back in his wallet. He couldn't wait to give Niff her present. He took no notice of the secret smile on the old man's face. The ringing of the bell faded rather quickly as Jake walked away. Had he looked back, he would have been shocked to see that the Jade Moon was back in place, its dining room half-full of customers as usual. Inside, Meiko glanced at the clock on the wall and wondered where Jake was. He was handsome, always came in at about the same time every Saturday afternoon, and, most importantly, was an excellent tipper. It wasn't like him to miss his lunch. Something extraordinary must have happened to him. Jake drove home, sliding his big, silver convertible through the drive-thru of a Jack in the Box along the way. It was no substitute for the Jade Moon, but he enjoyed the nostalgia of it, remembering cutting class in high school to visit the JitB, and cute, college coed Tracy who worked the drive-thru. That brought back memories of him and his four buddies partying with Tracy and her roommate Judy, all of them naked at Rick's house when his parents were away. His first orgy ... he'd never forget it. He pulled into the underground garage of his apartment complex, and parked in his assigned spot. A smooth elevator ride, a short walk down the hall, and Jake was home. He stopped by his fridge and grabbed a beer, then walked into his living room and sat in his command chair. His was definitely a bachelor's apartment. He had passed last night's dishes in the sink in his walk through the kitchen. Usually, there was a week's worth of dishes in there, but Kate had been over two nights ago. Kate, his longest-term girlfriend ever. Kate, who thought she was the only one he was seeing. Kate hated mess, and it was down to Kate's influence that he actually made an effort to vacuum his living room and bedroom, and wash his dishes, when she was coming over. Jake slid his purchases out of their bags and went over them again, absently flicking the universal remote and starting up the entertainment system across the room from his command chair. His mind was mostly on Kate, though. Kate had come into his life six months ago, and by some strange quirk of fate was still around, still sleeping with him. He was by turns amazed and annoyed. Her continued presence was wonderful - she was a beautiful blond goddess who was smart, witty, and talented to boot. On the other hand, keeping her in the dark about his other women - Janie, Niff, Tanya, Lorraine, that was all at the moment - required one hell of a juggling act. Fortunately, none of his other women expected or required his full attention. Also fortunately, Kate traveled a great deal as a flight attendant, and her schedule was always known well in advance, which made his job that much easier. Happily for his naturally messy bachelor-self, Kate was currently on her way to Madrid. Her schedule then took her all over Europe before flying her back home on Wednesday. Jake had four more days of freedom until she returned. Jake knew, in his moments of self-realization and lucidity that Kate was the best thing to ever happen to him and that if he was ever going to settle down, she would be the one to do it with. But he wasn't ready yet. He was still young, not even thirty, and he still had plenty of years of fooling around ahead of him. All he had to do was keep stringing Kate along, being there for her when she was around, playing the field when she was gone. He had his cake and was eating it too! Life was just too perfect! He slipped his new video into the machine and set it to play. He slipped his new comic under the stack on the table beside his command chair, and stacked his new CD next to the player - he would listen to it next. He put his new book in the second bedroom, where he kept the books he had yet to read and the comics he already had. Then he sat back down and looked at the green leather box with the Celtic knot work embossed into the lid. With the anime video flashing in the background, Jake opened the box and gazed at the green piercing jewelry again. He touched each piece, lifting each one from its place in the lavender velvet. Each one seemed to have a slightly different pattern of knot work in the center, but he couldn't quite focus his eyes sharply enough to tell what the differences were. As he handled each piece, he began to wonder what it would be like to wear one or two. Which was odd, because Jake really hated the idea of getting pierced or tattooed. He enjoyed the look on other people, but he couldn't stand the thought of a needle sticking into his own flesh. He hated getting shots as it was! But hadn't the old man said that these were magical rings? Self-piercing? Jake laughed at himself. Magic? There was no such thing. These rings would have to be taken to one of the piercing shops down on Euclid Avenue in the city to be installed. He was sure that Niff had a favorite piercer, with all the work she was having done. He saw the tab on the piece of velvet attached to the lid, and pulled it away, revealing the instructions underneath. He held the box up close to his face to read what was written there in flowing English script. "To insert a ring: hold the ring in place, touching the flesh to be pierced. Say 'treiddio', and the ring will painlessly install itself. The piercing will be instantly healed. "To remove a ring: take hold of the ring and say 'symud'. The ring will remove itself from the flesh without leaving any trace behind. "Warning: --" Just as he was about to read the warning, a blare of noise caught his attention from the television. He looked up just in time to witness the fight scene, and a very well animated one it was too. He had been paying enough attention to be able to cheer when the good guys won, and he closed the box and set it aside for later. As he rewound the tape to watch it again, with his full attention, he made a mental note to call Niff and confirm their Monday night date. He was definitely looking forward to seeing her! Jake spent Saturday night with Tanya, lovely, dark-haired Tanya. He picked her up in his silver convertible and took her out to an expensive, upscale Italian restaurant No glass-fronted corner pizza place with Formica countertops and plastic red-checked tablecloths for Tanya, oh no -- but Kate, on the other hand, was just as happy with a 'boli as with Lobster Primavera a la some snooty chef with a fake Italian accent who had never been closer to Italy than the Bronx. After the expensive meal with its expensive wine, he had taken her to an expensive, exclusive nightclub where they had listened to some singer he had never heard of, but who made Tanya simper and coo in his ear for being so in-the-know as to take her there. It was close to 1 am when he had escorted Tanya back to her apartment, and despite all her sophistication, she rewarded him for his lavish spending the same way his cheerleader dates had back in high school. Tanya was pure animal passion in the bedroom, and she turned him every which way but loose. He wasn't allowed to leave until there wasn't an ounce of fluid left in his body, sweat, saliva, or cum. Jake limped home, exhausted and spent, at close to 5 am. He reflected on an evening well spent as he stripped his elegant clothes off and slid naked into his satin sheets. As he felt their softness slide across his skin, making his cock jerk like they always did, if a little sorely this time, he thought it had been just about perfect. He refused to think about the number of times he wondered what one of those green rings would look like in Tanya's ear, or nipple, or labia. He tried his best not to recall how he had cataloged every piercing on man, woman, child or baby that he had passed that night. He slipped his hand down his body, caressing himself through the satin covering him, and settled it over his cock as he resolutely turned his thoughts to a replay of Tanya's bedroom games to drive out the images that flooded his brain Especially the one that had him holding one of the rings up to his ear and whispering "treiddio". The rings were not for him, and that was final. Kate Morisk nervously slipped opened Jake's door around 7am that Sunday morning. Her unsettled condition was caused by two factors. The first was the crash. It hadn't been a major accident - no one had been killed thanks to the quick reflexes of the pilot of her aircraft - but it had left her badly shaken and, coincidentally, had curtailed her European schedule, leaving her the time to come home and be comforted by her lover, Jake. Who was the second cause of her nervousness. Kate knew about Jake's other women. Eventually, she intended to have it out with him over them, but not just yet. He hardly ever neglected her when she was around, and what with her flight attendant duties taking her all over the world for weeks at a time, she figured that it was magnanimous of her to allow Jake his bits on the side to keep him company when she was away. He did spend a great deal of money on them that he could have been spending on her, which bothered Kate somewhat. It was fortunate, she reflected, that she wasn't a 'material girl'. It would all have to change when she got promoted to supervisor, though. Once she was out of the airplanes and into management, she was going to have to reform Jake. Maybe she would start by collecting a stable of her own studs and see how he liked it. But Jake's character, a known factor, wasn't what was making her nervous. It was the question of whether Jake, knowing she was supposed to be out of town until Wednesday, would have invited one of his bits over for the night. She had managed to hide her knowledge from him since it seemed to make him happy to hide his women from her. But she really needed to be held, to be touched gently, to be loved expertly, to reaffirm her hold on life, and that would be pretty awkward if Janie or Lorraine, Tanya or that pincushion Niff, were already in Jake's bed. Kate tiptoed through the living room and into the medium-sized bedroom. Enough light leaked in from the living room's windows that she could see that Jake was alone under his satin sheets. She stood in the doorway and watched the handsome man sleep, mouth open, eyes closed, hand on his crotch, leg twitching. She wondered what he was dreaming about as she smiled at the comforting sight. Kate didn't want to wake Jake up just yet, so she undressed in the living room. After padding in stocking feet, clad only in a lacy Victoria Secret bra and panty set, into the kitchen for a drink, she sat in Jake's command chair to unwind just a little more. As she sat there, sipping her Pepsi, she noticed the box resting on the table beside the chair. It was oblong, like a jewelry box, and it was green, her favorite color. Enticed, she set down the can and picked up the box. Turning on a lamp to help the early morning sun illuminate the room better, she saw the Celtic knot work on the lid of the box. It was very well executed, and she wondered where Jake had found it. Opening the box, however, made all of her good, comfortable feelings vanish. Sitting in little indentations in the lavender velvet interior were twenty or more pieces of piercing jewelry, every single one green, many with tiny blue gems attached in some way. Kate hated piercings. It was a fad she felt the world could well do without. Self- mutilation was anathema to her. To permanently alter the divine's plan: sacrilege! She knew that Jake was also opposed to being pierced, if for less sacred reasons. She also knew that Jake thought her reasons were silly - he was always trying to get her to pierce her ears. He argued that she wore makeup, after all, and a push-up bra on occasion - wasn't that "altering the divine's plan?" He knew the difference, she was sure; he just liked to mock her beliefs. She knew there was only one reason these were in the apartment: he intended to get her to wear them. Well, maybe they were for Niff, that trollop of Jake's that wore more metal than a 15th century jousting knight - but no, she already had so much of her body pierced that there surely wasn't room for this many more rings! Kate was sure they had to be for her, and she felt violated already! She slammed the box back down, and the velvet lining the lid dropped down. Kate saw the writing inside, and picked the box back up to examine it. She read: "To insert a ring: hold the ring in place, touching the flesh to be pierced. Say 'treiddio', and the ring will painlessly install itself. The piercing will be instantly healed. "To remove a ring: take hold of the ring and say 'symud'. The ring will remove itself from the flesh without leaving any trace behind. "Warning: --" The phone rang, and Kate picked it up automatically: everything was right there by Jake's command chair. "Hello?" she asked, completely distracted from the instructions on the lid of the box. "Kate? Is that you? I wasn't sure I should call..." Kate recognized the voice as that of Lars Jensen, one of her fellow flight attendants. He was big and blond and very, very handsome, and she remembered holding on to him in the aftermath of the crash, feeling his warm body rock solid amidst the noise and confusion. And then she had felt his breath on her neck as she clutched at him, and then his lips were on her jaw, her cheek, her lips... and they were kissing, she remembered it vividly, remembered the moment of abandon, of passion, of grabbing onto anything, anyone still alive after the shock of the crash. But the kiss had only lasted for a moment. She had come to her senses quickly, and backed away, making her body, her touch-starved, attention-craving body leave the anchor it had found. She had Jake, even if he was a million miles away. And she had passengers to attend to, as did Lars. But she couldn't help but remember the taste of his breath in her mouth ... "Hello? Are you still there, Kate?" asked Lars, confused by her silence. "What? Oh, ah yes, I'm here, Lars. What do you want?" "Well, I've got something to tell you. No, no, it's about work, not ... not about that kiss or anything. It is important, though, and I think you'll want to hear it. I know you're tired and everything, and I'm sure you want to get into bed with your honey-Jake if you're not already..." Kate almost snarled at Lars - the last thing she wanted to be reminded of at the moment was her pierce-happy honey-Jake! Calming herself, she said, "Lars, what is it? Just tell me!" "Oh, no ... I want to tell you in person, I want to see your face..." "Well, you can forget it, Lars. It will just have to wait. I've just got home, and I'm not going out again until I've had my eight hours of sleep and two hours of soaking in the tub!" "Um ... I kinda thought that ... so, I wondered if I could just come over and tell you. I could stand in the hall, I wouldn't even have to come in. It won't take long, please?" Kate thought for a moment. Ordinarily, she wouldn't invite someone that Jake didn't know over to what was technically Jake's apartment. But she wasn't feeling all that charitable toward Jake at the moment, and she spent most of her time here anyway so wasn't it also her apartment in a way? She had a key, after all. And as inviting as those sheets had looked, she wasn't terribly eager to slip between them and snuggle up to "honey-Jake" just now. "Okay. Come on over," she said, feeding him the address. "Use this code to get into the building, and I'll leave the apartment door unlocked in case I fall asleep in the chair or something." "Thanks, Kate. I'll be over in a jiff - half-an-hour tops! See ya!" Lars hung up, and Kate put the phone down slowly, wondering what she was going to do for that half- an-hour. She puttered around the living room, checking out the new CDs Jake had bought and not yet filed, and the comics and magazines in his 'to read' pile. She tiptoed into the small bedroom and looked at the results of his Saturday shopping trip in there. She went back into the kitchen for another Pepsi and contemplated doing the dishes. She glided into the big bedroom, lined with shelves filled with books, and sat down in front of the computer, but decided not to turn it on. But she always ended up passing through the living room and looking at the green box. And then, she touched it on each pass, and then she lifted and opened it, gazing at the etched rings before closing the box back up and setting it back down. Somewhere in there a plan began to form, and each time she encountered the box the plan seemed more and more right, just, proper. Finally, she decided. The box sat open in her hand, and she reached in with her other hand and lifted out a small full-circle ring. If Jake thought he was going to pierce her with these "magic" rings, then perhaps he needed a taste of his own tricks first! This ring would look perfect dangling from Jake's right earlobe, now wouldn't it? She walked into the bedroom that was actually for sleeping and sat down on the king-sized bed. Jake's head was turned the wrong way, so she gently shifted it so that she could get to his right earlobe. She squinted at the instructions ... "touching the flesh" ... "say 'treiddio'". Right. She reached down and rested the ring she had selected against Jake's lobe and said, "Treh dee oh." Nothing happened. She tried again, "Trey dee oh." Still nothing. She was beginning to feel really, really silly. To think that she had believed that the rings were magic of some kind! Then she remembered something from a book of Jake's that she had read about Celtic languages, so she tried, "Trey thee oh." There was a little flash of blue light that obscured the ring and Jake's earlobe, and when it went away, the ring was different. First, she could tell that it had shifted position. Where she had been holding it flat against the lobe, now it was perpendicular to the lobe. It was also pierced through the lobe, but there was something else as well. It looked very strange, so she let go of the ring and bent down to look closer. The structure of the ring itself had changed: instead of being a single piece of metal, round in cross section, sticking through Jake's ear, now it seemed to be several thin bands arranged in a tubular fashion, woven about each other and hollow in between. But the strangest part was that instead of this filligree-esque ring piercing Jake's ear via a single hole, each individual woven band seemed to stick through the flesh by itself - the inside of the tube of metal was blocked by flesh where the ring passed through the lobe. Kate knew that piercings could usually be moved back and forth through the hole, but when she tried to move Jake's new ring, it wouldn't move, not more than a tiny fraction of an inch. She could see where the interlacing of the metal strands were preventing any more movement. Frightened by the magic and the strangeness of the piercing, she took hold of the ring and, after glancing again at the box, she said, "Si mud". Another flash of light, and the ring was again separate from Jake's ear, and seemed solid, with Celtic knot work etched into the surface of the ring. She looked at Jake's ear, and there was nothing there to indicate that he had been pierced - no redness, no indentation, and certainly no hole of any kind. Kate realized that Jake hadn't moved or made a sound while she had been playing with his ear. There hadn't been any blood when the ring went in, and now there wasn't any evidence of the piercing at all now that it was out. Kate began to grin wickedly. Why stop at only an ear? If the results of her prank could be so completely eliminated, why shouldn't she go all the way? Before her better nature could get in the way, Kate began selecting pieces of jewelry from the box. With a calculating eye, she held each ring or semi-circle or barbell in place, whispered the magic word, "trey thee oh", and with a flash of light, Jake bore another piercing. She inserted two rings in each earlobe, one large in diameter, one smaller. She pierced a ring through the cartilage of the arch of his right ear, and stuck a tiny barbell into the tragus, the little 'ear hole flap,' of his left. Another small ring had been inserted into his nose through the left nostril when Kate began to notice that something else was happening. The first ring had been in Jake's ear for about ten minutes when the changes began. His hair, which was normally thick but medium-short, was suddenly flowing all over the pillow and sheets. Long and lustrous, and getting darker as Kate watched, her attention having been drawn to it by the way it was suddenly tickling her leg. She stared as the hair on the right side of his head, the side she had first pierced, darkened to raven- black from its dark brown, even as the hair on the other side of his head lengthened and then deepened in color. When Jake's hair had finally stopped changing, she looked at his nose - it seemed smaller, finer, thinner than it had before. It didn't quite look wrong on his face, only almost - maybe a little too small for the distance between his eyes and mouth. She wondered, briefly, why the rings had done that to him, for she knew the changes were the responsibility of the rings. Then, she leapt to the conclusion (utterly baselessly) that if the piercings could be reversed, so could the changes. So, she continued with her prank. Next, she inserted a ring into Jake's left eyebrow and then a barbell into his tongue. She gently tugged the satin sheet away from his body, exposing Jake's complete nakedness. She took the two ornate nipple shields, settled the plates in the appropriate places, and touched the locking rods to his chest as she whispered that strange word. She noticed after the shields were properly pierced on that Jake's nipples stuck out well beyond the shields, and it was perfectly natural to insert a barbell into each one vertically. Kate looked back up at Jake's face, and saw what the last two rings had done there. His eyes were different, that was obvious. They were more almond-shaped, as well as more ... girly than they had been. They went with his new nose much better, as did his altered mouth with the reddened and slightly puffier lips that naturally formed a cupid's bow. She sat back and gazed at his altered face, and wondered whether it was really more feminine than it had been before. His features had always been refined - Jake was very handsome. But the relatively subtle changes to his eyes, nose and mouth had turned that refined handsomeness into a sultry beauty that went perfectly with the long, black hair. Unconcerned somehow about having just altered the face of her boyfriend into that of a woman, and not realizing what that meant logically for the double-piercing of his nipples, Kate picked out three more pieces of jewelry and set to work on Jake's flat stomach. The belly-button bar went in first, so that the larger end nestled into his navel. Then, she inserted a ring into each side of that dimple so that the three piercings were set equidistant apart. Next, she took two oddly shaped pieces and touched them to the side of each of his shoulders. The pieces were V-shaped, but the ends dipped down and had the blue jewel at the ends. When she whispered the magic word, the jewelry inserted itself into his arms so that only the dipped-down portion still showed. She wasn't a piercing expert of any kind, but she was pretty sure that that kind of piercing wasn't conventionally possible. By the time Kate was reaching into the box for the larger-sized rings and focusing her attention below Jake's waist, the nipple piercings had taken effect. She watched as his chest ballooned up in a time-elapse kind of way as his breasts blossomed from small buds into fine, ripe fruit. As their growth slowed, and then stopped, they sagged properly due to Jake's supine position. Kate could tell that they were of a healthy size, not huge but just right. She hoped Jake would like them; she thought they were breasts he could be proud of. The navel piercing took effect next, adjusting Jake's torso and abdomen into a much more feminine shape. His waist narrowed, and his skin softened, while his hips started to flare slightly. Then, the odd piercings in his shoulders took hold, giving him slender and graceful arms, and well-shaped, long-fingered hands. Now, Jake was all- female from the waist up, and Kate couldn't wait to start piercing the rest of him. Jake was having the strangest dream. He dreamed himself sitting at a table with four resin-kit models in front of him. They were his four 'other' women - Niff, Lorraine, Janie and Tanya. Each was perfect in every detail, even though they were only 18 inches tall. He was engaged in putting the finishing touches on each model, which involved picking up a bit of plastic, running a small artist's brush over it whereupon it turned into a piece of jewelry - a ring, or bracelet, necklace or anklet. He then put the bit of decoration onto one of the models before repeating the process over and over. All of a sudden, Kate walked in and dashed all of the models onto the floor. She started yelling at him, standing directly in front of him where the vanished table had been. But he couldn't hear anything she was saying, so he just stared at her. She then started slapping him in time to her words, but the slapping didn't hurt. In fact, it was getting him excited, making him tingle all over instead of just getting erect. In the middle of this, Jake noticed a large, blond man walking into the room. The Nordic-type guy stood behind Kate, and looked over her shoulder at him with a huge grin on his face..., which was when he woke up. Actually, he wasn't entirely sure he was awake. For one, there was the tingling, which had changed slightly in that it wasn't making him erect, and it wasn't all over his body either, just on his chest and head. For another, there was some kind of sound coming from his left ear - no, maybe not a sound, but more like a vibration. The sensation, whatever it was, was accompanied by gentle warmth from the ear that seemed to seep through his brain and encase it in comfortable fog. That fog kept him from questioning why he was tingling, or even what was causing that vibration/warmth, as he came closer and closer to consciousness. The first two things he felt beyond the vibration and the tingling were the sheet beneath him, and the lack of one over him. As the very pleasant (and right, emoted the warm vibration in his head) tingling spread from his chest and into his abdomen and arms, he recognized from the way the bed was moving under him that there was someone else in the room. He might have worried, since he had no idea of who it was, but the vibration from his ear wouldn't let him. The newly spread tingling was doing something to him, Jake could feel it. His skin seemed to be moving, and his insides rearranging somehow, but it wasn't anything to fret over, he knew (or was told). As his arms started to itch from the bones outward, he felt the tingling fade in his face. As it did so, he was suddenly aware of the new acquisitions there. He could sense each ring very clearly and precisely: three in or around each ear, one in his eyebrow, one in his nose, and one in his tongue. Along with a sense of how the jewelry had changed - for example, he could actually feel each of the many woven strands that each ring had become piercing through his flesh in a circular pattern - came an idea of how his head had been altered. He couldn't actually feel the shape of his ears, or nose, eyes or lips, but he knew that they were different. That his cheekbones were higher, and his chin was less prominent, that he had very long, very black hair and that his eyes were now a radiant emerald. Was this knowledge coming from some heightened awareness of his new features, or was the tiny ring sticking through his left tragus telling him all of that? He didn't know, and he had no capacity to care, either. In fact, there was no room at all for any reaction in his cotton-candy-stuffed mind apart from a growing pleasure, and a comfortable acceptance. Somewhere deep down, he knew he should be outraged at being violated by the piercing jewelry. But at the same time, he knew that none of the insertions hurt, so his basic objection to the process (the pain) was invalid - not to mention moot. The tingling was now fading from his chest, and suddenly he knew that there were breasts there now. Underneath the double-piercings of his nipples had grown a beautiful pair of boobs, and his awareness of the way the material of the rings were penetrating his suddenly more sensitive nipples increased the pleasure beginning to flow through his body. He wanted to lift his arms up and feel the new fullness of his chest, but they weren't yet his to command - they were still tingling and changing. His stomach and arms were just returning to his control when he actually felt himself being pierced for the first time. He felt familiar fingers (or was it the vibration that was telling him of Kate's presence?) on his semi-rigid cock, clasped around it just above the root. He felt Kate's hand point his penis upward, and there was a touch of something foreign, metal, against the root of it, just above his balls. Kate was whispering too softly for him to actually hear the magic, mystical word, but somehow he felt it being uttered, felt the syllables sliding into him along the vibration from his ear. Suddenly the ring was in him, piercing his flesh, sending a massive jolt of pleasure up into his brain that made the cotton-candy glow briefly orange. He tried to moan in response, but the fog swallowed his efforts and nothing but his breath escaped his cupid's-bow lips. Five more rings were inserted in rapid succession - two into the wrinkly, saggy flesh of his scrotum on the left side and the right, and one into the area just under his balls - that last one, he knew, was called a guiche. Each time, he heard the whispered word, and each time as the strands of the modified rings intersected with his flesh another jolt of pleasure shocked into his brain. The cotton candy around his mind was glowing so hot that it was melting, and by the time the last one in the series, the guiche, went in, the moan that he had been trying to utter finally escaped his mouth. Feeling himself finally wake up, but still remarkably accepting of what was happening to him, Jake levered himself up on his elbows and looked down his body. Before he could fully take in the scene at his groin, though, he found himself distracted first by the weight, and then by the sight of his new breasts. They hung from his chest, tipped by long nipples perforated by metal jewelry, the disks of the shields completely covering his aureole but letting the pink flesh peek through since they had also been converted to tiny strands of interwoven wire. Jake shifted his weight from side to side, and felt the briefly-delayed sway of his boobs as they overcame inertia to follow. A delighted grin drew the edges of his feminine mouth up, and he laughed a decidedly feminine, though not at all girly, laugh. Kate's gasp drew his attention away from his new knockers. He saw that she was kneeling by his left thigh dressed only in a barely there bra and panty set with a faintly distressed look on her face. There were dozens of questions that Jake could have asked. Why was she home so early? Why was she sticking magical pieces of metal into his body? Why hadn't she stopped when she first saw the changes? But the vibration from his ear kept Jake from asking anything. He didn't so much as frown at her, either. He felt his balls beginning to tingle as the newest rings began their work, and his breath caught as that area of his body began to rearrange itself. Kate was trying to say something. Jake could see her mouth moving, and her distress increasing. Her hand seemed to reach down to the box of jewelry of its own accord, selecting a very tiny, thin ring. In a more natural movement, that hand reached up to brush hair out of her face and tuck it behind her ear. The tiny ring in her fingers brushed her tragus. Jake saw her lips forming "Sorry" but what came out was "trey thee oh". He saw the flash of blue light from the side of her head and when her hand returned to rest on his thigh, she had a small, green ring piercing the triangular piece of cartilage in front of her ear canal. Kate blinked rapidly a few times, as if in a daze. She recovered herself, and said, "Oh, my God! What have I done? Jake, I'm sorry, so sorry about --" Like a light switch being thrown, all of Kate's distress vanished, and she grinned salaciously at him. Jake knew that she was feeling the same vibration and gentle heat that he had coming from his ear. Everything was all right again. Kate reached up and brushed her fingers across Jake's nipples, making him gasp and shudder. She said, "Let's finish this, okay, lover?" Jake certainly had no objections, and he watched with avid interest as she reached for more jewelry. As Kate plucked several more rings from the green box, Jake felt his scrotum rearranging itself. He couldn't quite tell what was going on yet, but he knew that something drastic was happening. He could feel the tingling sink deep within his abdomen, and he knew that his insides were rearranging in a more fundamental manner than the simple slimming and feminization of his arms. Kate swiftly inserted five more rings into Jake's lower body. He rolled his weight slightly to either side so that she could place another of those bent-arm V-shaped pieces into the center of his hip on either side. He received a ring at the top of each foot, just where the leg met it. And he arched his back as she reached around and placed a fairly large ring right at the base of his spine, where his ass-cheeks started to swell outward. The interesting thing was that she never uttered a word - he knew where she was going to put each ring, and simply made sure that the area was easily accessible to her. The pleasure that shot through him from each of these piercings wasn't as great as before, but his cock was fully erect and his chest was heaving from the panting he was doing. As he lost feeling in his legs, feet, and butt to the tingling numbness, he began to regain feeling below his cock. The tingling there faded away, and he then knew - and could feel in amazing detail - what the six piercings on and around his scrotum had done to him. His ball sac was gone. In its place was a vagina, complete with inner and outer lips, clitoris, and canal. He now had a pussy! His cock was still standing up strong, hard, and virile, but beneath that shaft was now its female counterpart, perfect in every detail. The ring that had been placed at the base of his cock now graced his new clitoral hood - he could feel the sensations of the ring passing through that new flesh clearly. The rings that had pierced his scrotum now passed through his labia; the upper two through his inner lips, the lower two through the outer. The guiche piercing had shifted into a vertical position and had become a fourchette, looping through his skin just below his new vagina and out again from his perineum. He knew that it would stick out between his pussy lips when his legs were together. If anything could have shaken him out of the hold of the tiny tragus piercing, it would have been this. The tiny voice of reason shouted louder in his mind, trying to tell him that this wasn't right, that he should resist the changes he was undergoing, before it was too late. As if the changes to his face, chest, arms and stomach weren't already drastic enough, weren't life-changing enough. As if this one new change which would be utterly hidden when out in public, was the last straw, the reason to man the defenses and harden his resolve to reject the alien intrusions into his body. If the rings had taken away his penis, his rational mind might have had a chance: *that* would have been a transformation he couldn't have lived with. But he hadn't really had anything removed (so supplied the warm vibration, and so he readily believed), only added or augmented. The argument would have continued if Kate had not at that moment brushed her fingertips across his clit and down the center of his new pussy. Like when she had touched his nipples, but a hundred times more powerfully, pleasure coursed through him. He moaned a loud, low, lascivious moan and shivered from his head to his toes, setting his breasts and cock to swaying from side to side. Either his inner voice shut up, or he simply stopped listening to the annoying whine. There was no way that something this pleasurable could be resisted. Lars Jensen, fellow flight attendant to Kate, knocked lightly on the door to the apartment she had told him to come to. There was no answer, and Lars hesitated. Kate had told him she would leave the apartment door open, but he didn't really want to just walk in. On the other hand, he didn't want to knock loudly enough to wake up Jake, Kate's boyfriend and the owner of the apartment. Lars knocked again, tapping lightly on the door. Still nothing. Kate must have fallen asleep. Lars entertained a brief fantasy of quietly entering the apartment, walking up to Kate slumped in a chair, or better yet, curled up on a sofa, and kissing her gently until she woke up. Lars had been attracted to Kate from the first day she had walked onto his airplane, but he had been cool and professional about it. His eyes might have lingered on her ass as she pushed her cart up the aisle; he might have admired her profile as she strapped herself into the takeoff seat next to him; but he never let his feelings show any more than he could help it. He *had* taken to wearing rather tight underwear on flights with her, which helped in reducing the evidence of those feelings. And then there had been the crash, when she had clung to him in fright, and then in relief. The feeling of her body next to his, and then the kiss, made those feelings return, and he wasn't wearing his restrictive briefs either, so his jeans began to bulge rather spectacularly. He stood in front of Jake's door for a minute or so with a silly grin on his face, a vacant look in his eyes and a massive lump in his jeans. Fortunately, it was still quite early, so no one saw him standing there and called the cops on the pervert. Setting the pleasant fantasy aside, Lars knocked a last time and then opened Jake's door. He found his way to the living room, but was confused when he saw that it was empty - no Kate, awake or sleeping, in any of the furniture there. What now? Should he just leave? Should he look for her? Maybe she was in the bathroom? He looked over to the archway on the other side of the living room and saw another hallway with several doors off of it. All of the ones he could see were closed, so his bathroom theory might even be right. At that moment, he heard a moan worthy of a porn actress coming from behind one of those closed doors. It didn't sound like Memorex, either. Lars' first instinct was to go look, followed an instant later by the realization that the moaning had to involve Jake in some way, and that he really shouldn't intrude. Once again, Lars was in a quandary. He really wanted to give Kate his news in person. He hoped that he would get one more kiss when he told her that the airline was going to give everyone on both airplanes involved in the accident a hefty bonus since it had been pilot error that had caused it, and that Kate was going to get her promotion a year early in thanks for the help she had been in the aftermath. Lars knew that Kate had been actively campaigning for that promotion, and that getting it would thrill her. He was happy for her, but sad that she would no longer be in the airplane with him, which was why he was angling for one more kiss. Lars resigned himself to finding some paper and a pen and just writing down his news. Kate must have forgotten all about him, not that he could blame her if what he thought was going on behind that door was true. He found what he needed, sat down and began to write. The third time he was interrupted by moaning from the other room, Lars couldn't get himself to go back to his note. His cock was hard again in his jeans and his mind was full of fantasies of a naked Kate riding up and down on his tool and moaning just like that. He knew that it would never happen, but maybe he could add some realism to his fantasies if he could see Kate just once, naked and in the throes of passion. He could just peek into the room, just a glimpse, and then leave as satisfied as he was ever likely to be. After all, they would never notice him, would they? Lars stood and walked softly over to the door from which the moaning had come. He turned the knob and opened the door slowly until he could see the bed clearly. Only, he didn't see anything like what he had expected to see. Kate was there on the large, shiny-satin sheeted bed, but she wasn't naked. Her lacy bra-and-panty set was sexy and revealing, exposing more of her skin than Lars had yet seen, but none of the good parts showed. She also didn't appear to have been the source of the moaning - she had a look of pleasurable concentration on her face, but not as intense as what would have produced those groin-stirring sounds. Since Kate was kneeling on the bed, Lars naturally expected that the other person there would be Jake. If it was, then Kate had been making up stories about him because that was no Jake-honey lying there naked, propped up on her elbows -- more like a honey-Jacki! Lars could see long black hair from his position, and thin, graceful arms holding her torso elevated slightly. Two very nice breasts hung from her chest, and he could see from across the room that her nipples were pierced, which excited him. Lars was a fan of people who were into self-decoration. He had a small tattoo of his own, but he had never gone beyond piercing his ears though he wanted to some day. The full attention of both occupants of the bed were focused on the raven-haired woman's groin area, which was completely hidden from Lars' view. He saw Kate's arm move, and the other woman moaned again. Lars was intrigued by the lesbian action he was witnessing, and he figured that here was even more fuel for his Kate-fantasies. He had slipped into the room before he could even fully formulate the idea of doing so, or what excuse he might use when he was discovered. He wanted to watch Kate play with her lover, and to do that, he needed to be on the other side of the room. Lars sneaked past the dressers along the wall, not looking at the pair on the bed, perhaps in the hope that if he didn't see them, they wouldn't see him. When he had reached the back wall, he tried his best to blend into his surroundings and turned around. Once again, the sight that met his eyes was not what he had expected to see. The reclining woman was very beautiful, now that Lars could see her face. She had an exotic cast to her features, with her very green almond-shaped eyes and oval face, and the number of pieces of green metal she wore there was just enough to be exciting without being gross. Her breasts were even more enticing from this angle, where he could see more clearly the nipple-shield piercings. He would have continued his inventory of her assets if not for the ones he found between her legs - she seemed to have been blessed with both a cunt and a cock! He only peripherally noticed that the pussy below that hard cock was studded with green jewelry. His eyes were on the huge dick that was poking into the air just above those glistening folds. He was staring so hard because raven-hair represented much more than just a fantasy to Lars - she was the Holy Grail, the perfect individual, someone that Lars had searched for his whole life without believing that he could ever really find her. He began walking slowly over to the bed, not taking his eyes off of the ultimate genitals before him. He watched as Kate reached into a box resting on the bed, an oblong box lined with lavender velvet, and pulled out two small green curved barbells with tiny blue crystal beads at each end. He stared as she touched both barbells at the same time to the flaring corona of raven-hair's cock head. He saw her lips move, and then a flare of blue light. Raven-hair gasped, her cock twitched, and then the light was gone and the jewelry was sticking through her flesh in the dydoe pattern he had heard about and wished for. Lars was stunned by what he had just seen. Was Kate doing magic? What were these green rings and barbells? Kate picked a ring out of the box, held it to the underside of raven-hair's cock, and with another flash of blue light and a gasp of pure pleasure, raven-hair had a pierced frenum. The sight of the ring through the underside of raven- hair's meat sent an almost physical jolt right into Lars' groin as his own dick tried to rip through his jeans. He could feel the wet spot of his copious pre-cum as his cock slid around in his briefs, and he knew that it was seeping through the denim of his pants, but he didn't really care very much just at that moment. Lars had reached the side of the bed without either of its occupants noticing him. Kate reached into the box again, and Lars saw that there were only three rings left, two after she lifted one out. He reached over and picked up the smallest ring left, and looked at it. It was green, it had a tiny blue crystal for a bead, and he thought he could see some kind of lines running across the surface of the metal. He bent down as Kate held her ring about a third of the way down raven-hair's shaft. He lifted his hand to his ear to cup it, so as to better hear the word she was whispering, but he didn't quite manage to complete the motion. Instead, his hand was positioned so that the tiny ring was touching his tragus as he caught the magic phrase. He whispered it to himself, wondering if he had it right. "Trey thee oh." Another flash of light, moments after the one that pierced another ring through raven-hair's cock, and Lars all of a sudden bore his own tiny green tragus piercing. The feeling in Jake's legs, feet, and ass had returned by the time that Kate started placing the last few rings in his cock. He could tell that his legs were now as shapely as any woman's he had ever seen, and his feet were dainty and perfect. His ass was denting the coils of the mattress under him more than it had before, and he knew that it was perfectly teardrop shaped and would look great squeezed into jeans, or hanging out on the beach in a thong. The two barbells that formed the dydoe piercing through the flaring ridge of Jake's cock head almost made Jake swoon. He only groaned in response, but he could feel the fog returning to his brain as his body seemed to fill up with pleasure. He could feel his cock and his pussy both drooling as he hung his head back and panted in passion. The ring that went through his frenum, that flap of skin just under the head of his cock, made his nipples and toes tingle, and further dulled his thoughts. Something was building up, something was about to happen, and he only hoped he would survive it. He raised his head and looked down as Kate touched a second ring to the underside of his cock. He was startled, briefly, to see that suddenly there was a man standing beside the bed. This man was large, blond and very handsome. He was wearing a yellow turtleneck shirt and jeans that were both tight enough to reveal an athletic physique and the wet-spot atop the bulge in his jeans demonstrated his arousal. His brown eyes were fixed on the tiny ring in his big fingers, and Jake watched as he lifted the ring to his ear and echoed Kate's words. He didn't see the blue flash from beside the blond man's head since the ring piercing his cock for the fourth time had increased the pleasure filling his body and the clouds in his mind. But he knew that Lars was feeling/hearing the vibrations, and had become part of what was happening here. Jake opened his eyes again, and saw Kate smiling at Lars, who was staring blankly for a moment before suddenly smiling back. Kate reached for the last ring in the box. Lars stood and reached over to unhook Kate's bra, releasing her breasts from their confines. She let Lars slip the straps over her arms before leaning forward to touch the last ring to the lower third of Jake's cock. Jake watched Lars reached down and pull at the waistband of Kate's panties; she accommodate his efforts by raising her hips, and then lifting each leg as he pulled the wispy fabric down her legs and then off of her feet. Settling back down, Kate held the ring in place, but turned her head to look at Lars. Jake was also staring at the newcomer as the blond man slipped hurriedly but gracefully out of his clothes. Soon the well-toned and tanned body of Lars was also on display, the flight attendant's cock standing stiffly out and bobbing with his heartbeat. Jake saw a small tattoo on Lars' groin, by his left leg - it was an Egyptian ankh, the loop- headed cross, but executed in Celtic knot work. Lars knelt on the floor, hiding his almost-hairless dick and his tattoo, and placed his hand on Jake's leg. Kneeling on the opposite side of Jake's body, Kate positioned her other hand on Jake's other leg, and, with the ring still held in place against Jake's cock, said the magic word. "Treddio" echoed around the whole room this time, and the blue flash wasn't just around the piercing, but in a sphere that encompassed the whole room and all three occupants. Jake felt the increasing of pleasure, and fog, in his body and mind, but it wasn't just a brief occurrence - the pleasure built, and the fog increased, and Jake was sure he as going to go mad before either faded again. His fingers joined his nipples and toes in tingling with pleasure. Then his legs, arms, torso, head, every single hair remaining on his body tingling to its own vibration -- and finally, his groin throbbed with the vibration of pleasure. Breath-stopping - heart-stopping! - Pleasure surged into his genitals and, being primed already, he exploded in an orgasm that combined male and female and more, that was more overwhelming, more complex than he could ever have imagined. It went on and on, but rather than being more torture, the prolonged orgasm was actually welcome as it provided a release for the pleasure over-filling his body. With each spurt from his cock, with every spasm of his cunt, as fluid flowed from him, his pleasure faded, draining away back to bearable levels. And finally, it was over. The blue light receded, rather than faded - moving away from the center and hovering in a sphere around the edges of the room. None of the people in the room noticed. Jake opened his eyes and found himself lying on his back again. He sat up slowly, then leaned back on his hands to look at Kate and Lars on either side of him. Both were looking at him with rapture on their faces, a look that made his pussy and his cock both throb. As if the passing of the blue light had erased all vestiges of his overload, he was ready and eager to orgasm again! Kate and Lars moved closer. She slid down on her front between his legs and started to lick at his pussy. He climbed onto the bed for the first time and, taking her former position at Jake's side, he bent down and kissed Jake's cock. Wrapping a fist around the lower portion, Lars slid his lips down over the tool, swirling his tongue around the thick knob, feeling every piece of metal present and savoring it before feeling for the next lower-down ring. Kate's fingers held Jake's lips open as her tongue slashed up and down his juicy slit and poked ineffectually inside. She, too, flicked her tongue over the rings around his pussy, but when she sucked the one through his clit-hood into h