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The Ring of Rheoli - Part 3 Continued from part 2... ------ Jake ------ Something didn't feel right, but I couldn't put my finger on it. Suzie and I had just had a huge fight about something she did that I didn't like, but I couldn't remember what it was. All I could see was her storming out in anger as Mark stood in his playpen, crying his eyes out. I was pissed and I was about to call Kyle when I turned around, and there Suzie was, wearing a huge white dress and rubbing her belly. "I think I'm pregnant" she declared, smiling at her swollen belly. All my anger had disappeared, and I was holding a gleeful Mark on my hip, he was always such a happy child... Why didn't he ever cry? I thought all kids his age cried about something... I sat him down to call Kyle, but each time I kept getting some woman's voice. At first I thought I had the wrong number, but again I got this Katie girl. Kyle lived alone, his one-night-stands never stayed past breakfast... and for some reason I thought he was a bad person for this. He really should have settled down with Amy, then we could've been in the same boat. But where the hell did Amy come from? Until a week before the wedding I hadn't even heard of Suzie's best friend, an odd thing to keep from me... As I turned back to face my wife, we were suddenly outside at the mailbox. Suzie was smoking and giggling with a very pretty blonde that looked a little like her, but something was off about Suzie... was she older? The entire time I had this feeling that something wasn't right, but perhaps it was that terrible fight I just had with Kyle. A guy I had once considered a brother, my best friend, had fought with me so bad that I would never want to speak to him again... but what did he do again that was so bad? I shook my head to clear my mind, and suddenly I was falling into a deep abyss, a bright purple light at the end was calling, the silhouette of an decrepit waiting to greet me. I had no idea what this was, but it terrified me. I tried to cling to something, anything! There was nothing but the world behind me, and the deep purple shadow ahead. As I was a breath away from the terrible figure, I suddenly jerked awake. Memory of my dream evaporating into the beautiful painted face of my wife. She was standing before me, a hungry lioness ready to pounce. What was I just dreaming about? It didn't matter. I was hungry too, hungry in a way that felt as if I would never be satisfied. But I would try, oh yes I would try. -------- Katie -------- It had surprised me how well this large dude could dance given his stature, but not as much as how well this body of mine did. For the first hour we were there, we stole the show, grinding to the rhythm of the horrible dubstep playlist. All eyes were on me, and I had an excited chill throughout my body each time I looked around. I had little control of myself but I wasn't fighting it, this was actually fun and I felt no real danger right now. We had just finished dancing to a "Barbie Girl" remix, when we made our way to the bar. "Giiirl, where on earth did you learn to dance?" asked the hulking figure escorting me. His name was Bobby, come to find out, and he was really entertaining. Before tonight's events, being caught with a gay dude would have been something I avoided at all costs. Now however, this somehow made my night and he was a pretty cool dude. "Oh, here and there" I said playfully, twisting my hair around my index finger, "what about you?" "Oh, here and there" he replied in the same tone, and I giggled stupidly. If the events leading up to this night out weren't so stressful, I would be rolling my eyes at the stupidity of my conversations, but somehow they lessened the tension. "Hows about we get some drinks-" he said, turning to the bar "-my treat." "I'll have a guiness" is what I wanted to say, but instead what came out was "Ooh, I'd love a shirley temple." What the fuck!? I can't even enjoy a good brew at least? He ordered the drinks and dropped a bill on the counter, soon the bartender returned, trading the bill for our order. I took my stupid shirley temple as Bobby took his beer, the lucky bastard, and I sipped the straw. This shit wasn't half bad to my surprise, although it was quite the fancy name for a stupid cherry 7-up. We sat at the bar for a moment, talking about stupid shit that girls and gay dudes apparently have in common. I wanted to think of more revenge tactics, but I was painfully attentive of all my stupid babble. I was talking a mile a minute about something called "glee," when a movement caught my eye. Bobby stopped talking and I looked up, my eyes locking with this guy standing uncomfortably close to me. He was around 5'-11" with dark, curly hair and a cute little goatee - I mean stupid, stupid fucking goatee - that really brought out the smoldering brown of his eyes. I stared at him for a moment, and him back at me, when he spoke. "Would a beautiful lady like you care to dance?" he asked, hand outstretched, palm up like a tool from some stupid movie. I made to rudely turn him down, but my hand was now in his and I was letting him know that "I'd love to!" I started to get annoyed as I was led onto the floor, my extremely feminine gallop adding fuel to the fire. I calmed down a bit as we began to dance near eachother, I apparently loved to dance, and when I did it sapped all of the tension from my body. As the first song passed, I started experiencing strange sensations. For one, my ass felt like it was wet and I felt like something was crawling in my stomach. I was thinking that I needed to go to the bathroom, but does that make a chick's nipples hard? It felt like I had two small boners poking out of my tits, and apparently Mr. Goatee had noticed, since he told me he liked piercings. Around the second song I was starting to notice too much detail about this guy I was dancing with. He had a good-sized scar on his cheek that surprisingly, I was able to ask about. As we continued dancing, he went into some bullshit story about saving some puppies from a house fire, and judging his reaction to the reaction on my face, he thought I was buying it. I may not have been, but Katie sure was, and I moved a bit closer as the songs got slower. I lost track of how many songs we danced to, but without warning we locked into a passionate kiss, my arms around his waist and his around my neck. I felt a mix of revoltion and excitement as we held this for a moment, and I could also feel his manhood pressing against my thigh. I tried to pull away, and to my surprise I did, abeit a bit more passionately than I wanted to. "That was fun-" spilled out of my stupid mouth before I could declare "-I'm gonna go freshen up," and I walked away looking for my failed bodyguard. He wasn't at the bar, and I had to stand on a barstool to see over the crowd, now that I was about a foot shorter than I was used to. It took a bit of scouting, but there he was, slow dancing in the corner with some black dude. "Shit" I declared to myself, I should probably go to the bathroom before Mr. Goatee comes looking for me. My mind was whirling as I opened the bathroom door. Stupid chick feelings fucking with my brain, that's the whole reason I never kept them around long in the first place. I can't believe I just kissed some dude, and I refused to think that on some level, I somehow enjoyed it. I planned on going into a stall and masturbating for a couple minutes, hopefully that would calm my body down a little, then I could get sneak out of the club and possibly steal that damn ring from Suzie. "Well hello there beautiful" greeted me as I opened the door. Snapping out of my reverie I realized that I had stepped into the mens room by habit. "Oops!" I said innocently, eyes glancing over the slight bulge in this man's pants. I quickly backed out before I did anything I regretted and stepped into the right bathroom this time, it was vacant. As I approached the mirror, I studied myself. I was so fucking hot, yet somehow looking back at this beautiful blonde wet dream didn't do a damn thing for me. I walked into the stall and locked it, pulling my frilly pink panties down to my stockings and sitting on the toilet. "Well this can't be any different than doing it to other chicks" I said to myself, before I remembered that I had already done this once. Tossing that last thought out of my mind, I started rubbing my clit. Having been with many, many women before, I knew all the right buttons to press, and soon I was having trouble keeping the moaning down. I tried to picture some of the hottest chicks I've nailed, but all that kept coming back to me was that bouncer's package, or that bulge in the other bathroom, or the guy with the cute goatee. The mix of disgust and pleasure was extremely confusing, and after a long period of time I gave up. All I had accomplished here was making myself sweaty and even more anxious than before. I heard giggling outside of the door as I pulled up my panties and skirt. "Great, just fucking great" I said to myself in a mock whisper as I smoothed out my skirt and picked up my purse. I was about to just walk out when my body stopped at the mirrors. My eye-liner was running and eye-shadow almost diminished, suddenly my body was on full autopilot. I cursed myself into a few wet papertowels as I washed off my old makeup, and cursed a little more as I began reapplying my eye-shadow. I sighed deeply as I gave myself those sexy cat eye-liner styles, which I used to be so fond of on other women, and began on the mascara. "Fucking-" I started as I painted that pink lip gloss on my lower lip "-bitch" and moved on to my upper lip. After fixing my hair and adjusting my dress, I exited the girls room. The sheepish looks I recieved from the two older women by the door made me blush. I was almost to the exit when I felt a stiff hand on my shoulder. Twirling around, I was again face to face with that tool with the goatee. "Leaving so soon?" he asked in which I instantly answered "oh, just going out for a smoke." He looked amused when he asked if to join me. "No, go fuck off asshole" was what I had meant to say, but all that came out was "I would like that" followed by a seductive sideways glance. I pranced outside, this asshole following me, and after a few minutes I was pulling another 'Capri' out of my little purse. As I put it to my lips, he lit it in a romantic gesture, then watched as I exhaled, my head back slightly and my hand palm-forward at shoulder height. I was going to question this dick head about the location of his, when he smiled and said "I don't smoke by the way, but I enjoy watching sexy women do it." I hated this guy, and I let him know by smiling at him like an idiot girl with a crush. We talked for the duration of my smoke, him mostly asking me questions and me answering them like some horny schoolgirl. The worst part was that I really was horny, and it was starting to drive me crazy. That flowery-vanilla smell was getting really strong, and before I was able to suggest going back into the club, we were locked in another makeout session. Waves of heat were pulsing through my bloodstream, and the feelings of revoltion and passion collided with eachother. I was breathing heavy, and before I knew what was happening, he was leading me into the passenger side of his Prius. I took no time to think, he began driving and I was on autopilot. My eyes on his package, I knew what I was about to do and tried to fight it. I was screaming inside, protesting everything about this situation, yet I was almost drooling at the concept. My right hand unzipping his pants as my left hand freed his large member, rubbing it up and down as I did. I couldn't fight this, no matter how hard I tried, and I screamed inside as I brought the tip of his cock to my lips, a small moan escaping them. The salty taste of his precum on my tongue greeted me as I took the tip into my mouth. The disgust and revoltion I felt in my mind warred with the pulsating warmth that radiated from my cunt. As he drove on I bobbed up and down, right hand pumping away at his shaft as I sucked on the tip of his dick. It was maddening how little control I had compared to all of the sensations I could feel, and before long I felt the car slowed to stop. I was about to pull away when I heard him say "don't stop babe, lemme finish," and I obeyed, moaning and humming with my mouth full. As I felt his hands gripping the back of my hair I looked up at him, letting him slip out of my mouth for a moment, as I trailed my pierced tongue up the underside of his shaft. He shivered slightly as I did this, then I went back to work. Something about his expression sent another wave of heat down my spine and I started to leak a little, why the fuck was I enjoying this so much when I obviously was disgusted by every bit of it!? After a few more minutes I felt him spasm and I took him a little deeper into my mouth. The warm salty goo exploded down my throat in pulses as I swallowed every last drop. I gave him a minute before I pulled away with a small *pop.* "That was so amazing" was all he could say to my not-so-innocent gaze, "I can't wait to see what you do in there." And he pointed toward the large apartment we were now parked out front of. I wiped my mouth with my hand as I looked deep into his eyes. A purring "Hmmmm" was all that I could muster. -------- Suzie -------- An hour, two hours, possibly three, who knew how long we had gone at it before I had to stop. I was lying on my back, right arm above my head and the other on my flat stomach. I was breathing heavily, as I had just had the most amazing sex in all of my 19 years, and this ring was to thank for it. Sure Jake had done most of the work, but if it weren't for those new muscles, the few extra inches on his cock, or the increased sex drive, it wouldn't have been anything close to what I had just experienced. I was pretty sure that the whole neighborhood had heard me, but who cares? Let them know that I have the most amazing sex in the world, let them be jealous. "So, are you ready for another round?" asked my refurbished lover, I turned to face him and saw nothing but lust in his eyes. "I think I'm good for now stud" was my breathy response, man that took a lot more out of me than I thought it would. "Just one more" he said, sounding like a heroine addict on detox. "Maybe I made you a bit TOO anxious" I said giggling a bit, "okay I want you to relax a little and only feel this anxious when my body does." His face softened a bit to the purple glow of my ring, and within seconds he kissed me tenderly before rolling over and snoring. I really wanted a smoke right now but I was too exhausted to even get up, so I just layed there thinking about today's events, and this amazing magic ring. Earlier today I had turned Jake's friend Kyle into my younger slutty cousin Katie, I had also somehow made Mark always happy, and I made Jake the best husband I could ask for. After sending Katie out for the night with some fun instructions a mere few hours ago, I had come inside to play with the ring more. Those hours were the most fun I had had in a long time, and to finish the evening in style, I had changed a few things about Jake. For on thing, I gave him a bit more muscle. I had never minded his lean body before, but I found muscular guys much more attractive. I had also increased his libido substantially, and for good measure I made sure his cock was a perfect fit for my pleasure. I giggled at that last part and began admiring the ring on my right hand. I had just begun thinking about a few other ideas I wanted to try out, when I noticed something odd. It might have just been the lighting in the room, but my hand looked a bit... thinner? Maybe I should start eating a bit more often, I don't want to go all Angelina Jolie. Something else didn't feel quite right, but I couldn't put my finger on it. Shrugging it off, I soon gave in to my exhaustion. -------- Katie -------- We were in his house and making out, his right hand down my shirt, playing with the piercing on my left breast. Try as I might to shut it all out, I was still painfully aware of everything that I was doing, attentive to every little detail. Before long we pulled away again, him looking greedily down at me and I looking lustfully up at him. I knew what would happen tonight, and I knew that I was doomed to follow a stupid script, painfully dictated by that bitch's curse. I'd wind up fucking this guy and I wasn't ready for that, I was even considering suicide right now, after the events of the evening so far. Giving a guy a blowjob was bad enough, and I would never live that down, but having sex with another man? I was too horrified to even contemplate it. That would be crossing a line that I know I could never return from. "You stay here beautiful, and I'll be back in a few minutes. I'm going to get us something to drink from the cellar" explained the man in question, and as he made his way out of the living room I threw a "don't be too long" in his direction. He smiled wide and backed out of the door, I watched after him for a second before I realized something. I could move again, I was free! There was nobody around right now to trap me in that last stupid rule Suzie had set. I heard his footsteps trailing away and my heart was trying to beat its way out of my chest. I pranced over to the door and without thinking I silently snuck out. I wasn't horny anymore thankfully, and although I felt a bit 'empty' for some reason I was sure that Suzie's curse wasn't specific to where a man came... I couldn't finish the thought, I was still disgusted by what I had done. I was almost to the end of the driveway when I stopped and felt a pang in my stomach. "Shit I forgot my purse!" I hissed at myself as I turned and hurridly pranced back the way I had just came. How could I have forgotten my purse? I was so stupid, I never go anywhere without that thing. As I approached the door I could see a shadow of that unnamed man with a goatee in the other room, rummaging for something. My heart was doing a marathon as I opened the door and snuck back in. I could hear footsteps as I made my way over to the coffee table to grab my purse. I soon had it in my hands and made to leave, when I heard the other door swing open, I had lost all control at once. I turned to look into his eyes as he studied me for a moment, I was pretty sure he could hear my heart throbbing from across the room. "Are you a wine girl or a champagne girl?" he asked suavely. "Oh it doesn't matter handsome" was my response, and he looked me up and down as he thought for a moment. "Hmm, hows about a nice sweet red then, alright hang here and I'll be right back" he spat, holding a finger in the air as he backed out of the door again. Wasting no time, I hurridly made my way back outside and down the driveway, my purse around my shoulder. I was pretty sure the *click,clock* of my heels would give me away, but judging by the shadow in the window behind me, he was rather occupied with a few drinks. I felt a slight pang of guilt before I shook it off, forget this asshole no matter how big his... No, I will not think like that! I kept up this brisk strut for a few blocks, zig zagging around corners in case he came looking for me. Around the fifth corner I stopped and hurled into a patch of bushes. I was in some control now and the ghosts of the evening were haunting me, I could still taste him and I didn't want to like it. I searched through my purse for something to get the taste out of my mouth, and stumbled upon an unopened pack of minty gum. "Wow this thing really does have everything I need, doesn't it?" I opened the package and stuck a few pieces in my mouth. I wanted to wad the entire package up and drown out my tastebuds, but this was all my body would allow, and it helped. I chewed for a few minutes then spat it back into the wrapper before disposing it. I started walking again, this time toward my old apartment, thinking about everything that had happened tonight and how much I hated Suzie. I tried thinking about how I would get that ring from her, but as I thought about it I started becoming sad and angry. My emotions were out of control and try as I might, it made putting a logical plan together extremely difficult. "I hate her so much" I said out loud, my eyes tearing up as if I were going to cry, but for some reason couldn't. Each time I started thinking about her and that ring, I started stressing about Jake or this evening or something else that caused my gut to tingle. How the hell do women control these emotions? Even realizing that I couldn't control my emotions stressed me out. I was just thinking about Jake when I pulled out another cigarette and lit it, apparently this was my reaction to negative emotions. I started walking a bit more dramatically as I threw my new trashy habit in with everything else bugging me, but surprisingly each puff seemed to calm me down a little. Just great, one of the things I hated the most was now my fucking life line, what irony. I was almost a block away from my place and had finally calmed down a bit, when it happened. A car was pulling up along side me and my heart starting throbbing. "Oh great he found me" was all I could think, when suddenly blue and red lights began flashing around the top. This was a police car, and for some reason I felt relieved. "It's a bit late for a lady your age to be walking the streets-" declared the mustached officer driving the vehicle "-do your parents know where you are?" "Yep! I was just going home now" was my gleeful reply. "Well why don't you hop in and I'll give you a ride" he stated, nodding to the door behind his seat. My feet were sore anyway, so this was quite the treat. He could bring me to my place and I could try and figure out a way to get that ring from Suzie. "Where to miss?" he asked, turning the red and blue lights off. To my dismay I had given him Jake's address, I was starting to stress about it, but then I figured that now would be a great time to try and take the ring, assuming evil bitches went to sleep. It was only a few minutes later when we pulled up in front of the house, or rather what was in place of it. When I had left earlier this evening, Jake and Suzie were renting an apartment above a large garage. What greeted me now was a beautiful 2-story house, complete with two brand-new cars sitting in the driveway and a picket fence around the perimeter. I was quite taken aback, and apparently so was the officer. "I don't remember ever driving by this place" he said to himself as he opened the door to let me out, never taking his eyes off of the building. "Thank you mister" I said to him as I gave him a peck on the cheek, snapping him out of his daydream. He rubbed the place where I had kissed him tenderly as I waved and made my way inside, I could feel his eyes on my ass the entire time. I quietly opened the door and stepped inside, I had to find where Suzie was sleeping and get that ring from her. I peered into a few of the rooms to find her, but I was lost in this place. After walking through a giant kitchen, a bathroom, a living room, a dining room, a toy room and peering into stairs leading down to the cellar, I decided to check upstairs. Slowly creeping up the stairway I found that the first room on the left was another bathroom and the one next to it had Mark sleeping in it, I was getting warmer. Finally I found Jake and Suzie's room, and I began to slowly walk to where I saw a figure laying in the darkness. I had reached my destination, and reaching down I proceeded to search for the ring when I realized something wasn't right. "Well I wasn't expecting you home so early" she said, causing me to jump out of my skin as I whirled around to face her. I looked at the ring on her right hand and she noticed. "I figured you would be humping your brains out right now" she declared with a smirk and I looked away in shame. "Ooh, something did happen tonight" she laughed and I blushed. "I want you to tell me all the details after we go into your room" was her next command, and I obeyed. We walked over to a decent-sized room that obviously belonged to a teenage girl. Between the pink color scheme, the posters of half-naked men on the walls, and the stuffed animals all over the place, I wouldn't be surprised if I died of estrogen overdose. Before I had time to come to terms with my new surroundings, Suzie sat on the end of my bed, and I near the other end. Without hesitation and to my dismay, I recounted the entire evening to her. The time at the club, Bobby the gay bouncer, shirley temples, my time in the bathroom, the guy with the goatee. She stopped me when I got to the ride to his house and her eyes lit up with amusement. "You little slut, you even liked it didn't you? Tell me the truth" she teased and I couldn't help but to nod. I was lying, I had to be, I hated every minute of that, but she made me go on. Soon after my story was over and she got to her feet and that's when I really saw her. Something was different, she looked... older somehow. It looked like her skin had become tighter and she had lost a little weight, which was saying something, as she was pretty thin to begin with. Maybe she had some sort of eating disorder or something. "I want that man with the goatee to come here and stay the night with you-" she started, causing my heart to stop and my eyes to widen. She couldn't do this! "-and I want you two to make love all night." "You can't do this!" I yelled at her as I heard tires pull into the driveway and an engine die out. "Sure I can" she said back at me "and you're both not going to leave this room except for food, water or to use the bathroom until tomorrow morning when he will leave." She eyeballed me for a minute before she said "and you should be wearing something a bit more appropriate. Lets make it whatever this guy's fetish is." Taking my eyes away from her, I looked down and could see my huge tits exposed through cutouts in a white teddy, the glare of the bedroom light reflecting off of the silver of my piercings. I was still wearing the white stockings but the skirt was gone, and so too were my underwear. "Ooh it looks like the slutty nurse is his thing" teased Suzie as she made her way out of the room. I looked across the room into the mirror, feelings of fear mixing with excitement, what the fuck is going on in my head? When I heard the knock on the front door, I knew I had lost. Try as I might this bitch was just one step ahead and she was winning. When I heard footsteps making their way up the stairs, feelings of terror were making my heart race. When I saw him standing in the doorway, feelings of desire conquored all. As he stepped into the room closing the door behind him, I knew what was about to happen, I feared what it would mean. We didn't speak, we didn't hesitate, our instructions were clear and we couldn't control ourselves. I spread my legs as he kneeled to the floor, his head moving to return the favor from earlier, and I just watched. I could feel his breath on my pussy and it sent tingles throughout my spine, when I felt the first lash of his tongue against my sensative slit, an uncontrolled moan escaped my lips. I watched intently as the lashes came and I began breathing heavily, my mind hating every minute of it as waves upon waves of pleasure coursed through my body. As I came the first time, I threw my head back and grabbed the back of his head with my hands, pressing his face deeper into my crotch, rocking my hips back and forth to the rhythm of his lashes. I wanted to hate this, but I couldn't, it felt so damn good. After coming a few more times, I let go of his hair and he stood up. His shirt was already off and the monster wanted out of its cage, and my body was happy to oblige. When I took him into my mouth this time I was somehow ready for it, although the disgust and hatred were present, the lust and desire were overpowering. As his pants fell to the floor, I continued to pleasure him, my right hand pumping his shaft as I licked and sucked. My tongue ring dodging in, out and all around as I continued, his hands fondling my overlarge tits, which sent waves of electricity throughout my body. We carried on like this for a few minutes before I suddenly stopped for no apparent reason. Hope had risen inside for a moment before I watched him step out of his pants and lie back on the bed, I knew what was coming and I wasn't ready. Getting up I strattled his belly, bending down for a quick makeout session as I rubbed the lips of my pussy against his rock hard cock, soaking it with my juices. Sitting up slightly I let out a moanful sigh as I felt the tip slide inside. It was the strangest thing I had ever felt, having something inside of me, and it became stranger as I pushed back further, eventually taking the entire thing in. I could feel it inside me, throbbing and deeper than I thought possible. A loud moan escaped my lips and I closed my eyes, titlting my head backwards slightly and hands resting on his hairy chest, as I let it slide out a little. Before I could get a grip on what was happening I rebounded back, taking the whole thing in again, and again, and again. I repeated this faster and faster, letting his cock slip out just far enough, before I dropped back down, touching the hair around his pelvis. I was moaning uncontrollably, "Oooh"s, "OH"s, "Aaaah"s and the occasional "Fuck me" or "YES!" escaping from my mouth. I could hear Suzie giggling from somewhere but I couldn't focus on it, I was in ecstasy and I wanted to hate it so much. His strong hands were massaging my giant tits, occasionally he would bring one to his mouth and suck on the nipple, which I responded by yelling "Oh suck them!" Before long we were making out again as I continued my rhythm, his deep breathing and my moans escaping between kisses, and we kept this up for what felt like forever. Without warning his entire body tensed up and my eyes widened, I tried to wiggle free but I couldn't, my body was locked and I could sense what was about to happen. Suddenly I snapped back to my senses just in time to feel him throbbing deep inside of me, a hot sensation spreading around my belly button. He had just came inside of me and it sent me over the edge, I grabbed the bedding as hard as I could as I began to spasm and jerk, such extreme electric pleasure coursing through my body that I lost all sense of self. I could feel my cunt errupting with hot liquid as it continued, and I blanked out for a moment. When I came to I was lying on top of him, my body a little sore and my entire crotch area was soaked, as was his. He was still inside of me and he was breathing heavily, arms around me. Did I just have an orgasm? It took me a moment, but I finally rolled off of him and laid on the right side of the bed. I was still breathing heavy too and I could hear something near the door. Looking over I could see Suzie standing there, eyeing me maliciously as I laid there. "He can't see or hear me right now-" she said "-and don't worry, Mark and Jake will be asleep until tomorrow afternoon." I wanted to say something but I couldn't, and before I knew what was going on, I pulled out one of my long thing cigarettes. I took the first puff when she stated, "I love a good smoke after some amazing sex, but I wouldn't get too into it." I wasn't sure what she meant, my mind was numb and foggy. As I took another puff, I could feel something hard poking the side of my thigh, and a hand moving over to my right breast. He was ready again but I wasn't, and I shifted a little away. He wasn't ready to take no for an answer. The hand on my tit moved down to my cunt and I couldn't stop myself, my legs were spreading wide open to grant him access. As his finger probed my slit, I could feel all of the familiar sensations of a few moments ago coming back to me. I wanted so bad to fight this, and I hated myself for not being able to. My last thoughts as he knelt between my legs were on the ring on Suzie's right hand, and the large erect member standing at attention right in front of me. To be continued...