Arunima put the bedsheet sighing and looking around her bedroom. It was not perfect, not like her dream bedroom but not bad though. The damp scent of the room was still there. It was an abandoned and unused apartment for a decade or so. Recently the building was renovated and Arunima was the first occupant.
She was working in a pathology lab for her earnings. She lost her husband 5 years ago in a car accident. From that day onwards, she was struggling with her daily expenses. Fortunately, she got the job in a lab. Though the salary was not good enough, she realized it was enough to live her life with her daughter and son.
She wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead; decorating her new house was quite exhausting for her alone. She turned the ceiling fan on and laid on the bed. It took her two complete days to finish decorating her house after working continuously.
She took the phone from the table beside the bed and called her son Aritra who was in his college. He just got admission a week ago.
“Hello babu, when are you returning home? Make sure you bring those items I had told you to buy… okay?” Arunima spoke without any interval with an exhausted exasperation.
“Maa don't worry I am just about to leave the college and get those stuff.” He paused for a second and then continued again, “Maa are you okay? You sound sick. Is everything fine?” Aritra was concerned.
“I am okay, just a bit tired. Anyway, come back quickly and safely.” She disconnected the call. She was exhausted but a bit sad too. She remembered her husband. It would have been so easier to do everything together, if he would have been alive. She missed him so badly at that very moment. It was around 10.30PM.
Aritra was in his new bedroom. The room stinks like an old castle. He hated to be inside that room but he had no choice. Apartments are not very cheap these days, still his mom managed to get it.
He jumped over his bed. It was comfortable though. He noticed the window was closed, so he got up again and walked to the window. He could see the main road almost 50 meters away from there. He was about to slide the fiber glass to open it but it was stuck somewhere. He tried to figure out what was stopping the fiberglass, but the glass didn't even move an inch. He thought of telling her mother about it but it was late. She would have been fast asleep by now. So he didn't bother her, instead he took a torch light and started inspecting the malfunctioning.
Almost after 5-6 minutes he discovered there was something stuck in the bottom of the window. It was obstructing the fiber glass to slide aside. He brought a screwdriver and tried to move that thing but it was stuck so hard. After trying to remove it for sometime he managed to pull that thing out.
It was actually a ring. A metallic ordinary looking ring. He moved over to his bed and started inspecting the ring.
It was cylindrical, heavy and thick. It was made of black metal. It seemed the ring was burnt or something. The curved metal finish had been inscribed with reptilian scales and it was in the shape of a snake biting on its own tail.
The ring was too big for his finger. He rubbed it and observed the snake-like pattern minutely.
He saw this pattern somewhere but couldn't remember about it. He suddenly felt some sensation on his groin. It made his flaccid shaft a bit hard. He felt like peeing but his penis started to grow and harden underneath his pants.
He subconsciously touched his boner and moved in front of the human shaped mirror in his bedroom. He felt weird. A strange energy surges through his veins. From beneath his perineum, he felt an awkward arousal. He looked at the strange ring again. He was unclear why he knew, but he just did. He pulled his pants down revealing his boner and slipped the serpent-like ring around his cock till its base. He even realized there was enough gap in the ring to put his hard shrunken testicles. He pulled the ring back and held his testicles and penis together, then he pulled the ring back in.
As soon as the ring reached to the base of his cock and balls, the ring pressed his shaft upward, drawing the foreskin back and exposing his wet pink crown. The pleasure was immense. He had never felt such an acute sensation before. The feeling of something holding the base of his cock was overwhelming. “Aaaahhhh” he groaned in pleasure.
Waves of euphoric sensation passed through his entire body, as he felt the ring tightened around the base of his cock and balls.
Soon he started to stroke his fat hard shaft. The intensity of arousal filled his mind. He felt that every organ of his body was triggered by a strange convulsion. A white bright light filled his blank vision and seemed to explode from his brain. He felt his cock had grown bigger than ever. It was never that big and hard. That mysterious ring seemed to have enlarged his shaft in some magical way. It was almost 9 inches or so. It looked like a little monster that had grown between his legs all of sudden.
He couldn't hold this new strong sensation as his cock started releasing thick semen from his quivering penis over his chest and face, and a few drops fell on the floor. It was a huge load that he never had released before. He grasped out of breath and leaned towards the mirror and held it tight for support. He could feel the saltiness of his own semen on his lips. He never tasted it but he did, he felt like his tongue licked it all of its own. Aritra looked at himself in the mirror.
“fuck it was so hot” he exclaimed. The serpent ring seemed to loosen its grip on his cock.
_ Genesis of the Covetous Ring _
Once upon a time, a long time ago there was a Celtic king called King Nagarth. He was a wise and kind king of his era. His benevolent rule brought peace and prosperity in the kingdom. But because of the sudden illness and death of his queen, he became reclusive and melancholic until she met a royal maiden, Maya. She was young and beautiful and very much caring when the king was ill. She inspired a source of happiness to the king that he never felt before.
King Nagarth felt deep in love with Maya. They even tried to be physical many times on the royal bed, but the King couldn't perform well. Due to his age and mental depression he suffered a lack of sexual energy and libido. The king was desperate to show his love, passion to his new secret lover and find happiness in his dull black and white life.
So he consulted the best physicians in the land for a possible cure. Some suggested aphrodisiacs and potions; others suggested ointments and herbs, but all of them proved to be useless. This made the king depressed again despite Maya claiming that it was unimportant and that she was happy just to be by his side and serve him. But Nagarth was stubborn. He wanted to feel the youth in him again. So he announced if anyone around the world can cure his issue, he will reward him with an entire state as a governor.
King Nagarth was a proud man and brooded about his impotence. He began to believe that it was the work of devilment and black magic by some of his enemies. A curse placed upon him by an ancient enemy. He hated himself. A limp king was a weak king.
It was then the king came across the enigmatic black skinned druid called Balor. Balor immediately became covetous for the king's new young bride Maya, and set his greedy eyes on taking advantage of the old love-struck king.
Balor claimed to be able to cure Nagarth's flaccidity and lack of strength. He was confident that he could give the king exactly what Nagarth desires, but in return, he would want to be given the title of the King Nagarth's Royal Consort and be made the High Priest of their temple that worshiped the “Honored God”. This was a position of immense power and would make the evil black druid untouchable and only answerable to the king himself. The king was eager to bed his young and nubile Queen. His love made him blind to do anything. So he made a pact with the druid that if he could cure his flaccidity he would make the Balor his Royal consort and High Priest. Balor claimed that his magical power can bring the glory in Nagarth like a young man even better than before. This enticement trapped King Nagarth. He asked Balor to work on his job. Balor informed Nagarth that he needed to pray to the “Honored God” and draw down the fire of eternal passion. For a month, Balor was gone. No one knew where he was. He returned to the king with a strange black metallic Ring. Nagarth never saw anything like that before. It was inscribed with a snake devouring its own tail. The king got disappointed seeing the ring and how it could cure his flaccidity and restore his sexual prowess.
Balor said that he would need to demonstrate its potency in the king's private chamber with only the presence of the great king and his new sensuous queen. The king was skeptical but he agreed reluctantly.
In the king's private chamber, Balor performed some minor magical ritual and asked the king to remove all his royal clothing. The king did as he asked, ashamed of his flaccid organ, but still living in a hope that this strange black druid was not a fake.
Balor made the king kneel naked opposite his beautiful queen, who was also naked before Balor's lecherous eyes. Balor made some magic symbol upon their naked bodies. Balor took advantage of the situation to touch the virgin Queen.
He then mumbled strange words and showed the king that the ring was in fact to be worn, not in any of his royal fingers, but at the root of his flaccid manhood. The king was judgmental but he agreed to try the new strange looking ring. He felt his genital tingle even as the druid brought the cock ring close. Yes! Something was already happening. Nagarth was overjoyed. He allowed Balor to slip the serpentine ring around both of his semi hard phallus and balls-sack. And it rapidly became hard as rock in a few seconds. Nagarth even felt his phallus had increased in its size and girth.
Balor praised the “Honored God “ Loud and explained to the king that this ring would not only keep his phallus hard, but also it would increase his libido tenfold and substantially increase the power of his orgasms. The king felt lively again seeing his enormous phallus become straight like a young buck. Clear sticky fluids started coming out of the eye of Nagarth's phallus.
Balor licked his lips and said that he must witness the first royal coupling, so that he could observe to make sure that the king would have no further problem. Balor's own penis was already dripping in the anticipation of his voyeuristic pleasures. His duplicity was unnoticed by the horny king, who was far eager to penetrate his virgin Queen. He didn't even care about the presence of the inferior druid. Balor never revealed the actual secret of the covetous ring that it will not only just enhance the libido but will also make the king highly perverted and sexually addictive.
Balor knew, very soon the king will be his sex slave and the Young Queen would be just one of his many whores. He removed his own gown being naked before the royal couple and started stroking his long black phallus as he witnessed both of them indulge in wild sexual acts.
A young man named Aziz approached the heavily tattooed shop owner. The shop was small, cluttered and rather dingy, but full of interesting mystical charms, stones, jewelry, tarot, occult books, and strange artifacts. The shop smelled like old and dead things. The guy behind the corner looked like he was around 40 years old or so, but there was some speciality in his appearance. He has big hair, tied as a pony tail. Some piercing on his nose, lips and ears. He even put on light pink colored lipstick. Aziz noticed the shop owner has polished nails with attractive colors.
The shop owner grinned perversely looking at Aziz. He felt odd looking at that strange looking guy. He ignored the shop owner and started to check the available items in the small shop. His eyes stopped on a ring that looked very old and weird. He touched that ring with his fingers. He felt a very strange sensation running throughout his whole body making his nerves almost numb for a second. He grabbed it but he didn't know why.
“How much for this ring!” He asked, looking at the ring very carefully.
“It's not a ring ….and it's not for sale as well boy.” The shop owner answered,
“what if I offered you this!” Aziz pulled out a wallet and offered some money that is quite a bigger amount than its original worth.
The shop owner leant forward on his elbow and looked closely at the young boy. The boy was young, maybe around 20 or so with average body fitness and short hair. The shop owner licked his upper lip with his tongue “well maybe we can come to an arrangement”.
As he finished he moved towards the shop door and flipped the signboard that indicated the shop was closed. It was around 8 PM, in the evening. The shop owner took the black ring from Aziz's hand and brought it in front of his face as he showed the serpentine design to aziz.
“You see, it's not an ordinary ring. It's a rare thing and you don't wear it on your finger.” The shop owner grinned again with a devil-like expression.
“It's a cock ring boy, why don't you come with me in the store back, I will show you how it works and then you can take it.'
Aziz seemed to aimlessly follow the shop owner. He felt a strong pull towards that mystical ring. He even found himself aroused beyond any reason. He was not so sure about the purpose of the cock ring. He guessed it must be worn on his penis.
They moved behind the store room. There was a small cottage with a single bed and daily necessities. The shop owner asked the boy to sit on his knees. Aziz was hypnotized with some kind of invisible energy that was controlling his arousal on a different level. His mouth seemed to get dry in every passing seconds. He sat on his knees in front of that strange looking shop owner.
As soon as he sat , the shop owner pulled down his pants without any hesitation revealing his flaccid cock. Aziz was shocked by his action. For the first time he saw a male genital so closely but the interesting fact is, he was still unmoved on his position.
The owner put the ring around his semi hard penis along with his hairy balls. Immediately it grew like a living thing in front of Aziz's eyes. He was trapped in that scene so deeply. The smell of dry semen and urea filled his nostrils. A drop of clear sticky fluid oozed out of the penis's pee hole and dripped like a shiny spider thread onto the floor in front of him. The shaft was hard and throbbing.
Aziz remained still and watched this in awe.
“This is how you wear it boy and you know what , it can be all yours if you can take it off just using your mouth” the shop owner said in a seductive effeminate tone. The poor man was about to laugh when Aziz put his mouth around his hard member and bite down with such ferociousness that the shop owner did not even get time to scream. He just got blinded in disbelief. The pain was so extreme that he couldn't even scream.
Aziz's face was drenched in blood. He spat the bloody cock out into the filthy floor immediately and showed him the ring that was still between his teeth. The shop owner was bleeding profusely as he fell making grunting noises on the floor.
“Fuck you”, Aziz said as he took the ring in his hand and walked casually towards the door and left.
He wiped the blood from his lips and lower face, though his entire shirt was still covered with fresh blood. The blood belongs to that pervert shop owner who tried to make him suck his cock. Aziz was desperate to return home and cleanse himself of the filthy blood, but his father would be there at the door waiting for his return. What he would say to his dad about this blood!
Instead of going home he went to a vacant abandoned apartment. There he would not be disturbed. The front door was locked but Aziz knew he could get in through a side window. He made his way inside through the dullness of the empty apartment. It smelt old and damp inside, but he felt comforted by its familiar stench. He often had escaped to this private playground to get away from his overbearing immigrant parents. They never understood him as well.
He walked down to the narrow passage of a small bedroom. Once inside , he leant back against the wall and gathered his thoughts that just happened a few minutes ago. His breathing was still heavy. His hand subconsciously stroked his bulge in his pants. It was still hard but why! He didn't know.
Aziz was not concerned about the shopkeeper's fate anymore, but he still could hear his painful scream. He quickly took off his dirty blooded shirt. Aziz reconsidered his last act. He could have asked him politely instead of biting his penis off with his teeth but what made him do this! The strange ring? Was it controlling the emotions of Aziz!
He took out the ring from his pants pocket. He examined his new treasure very carefully. He delicately held the black metal ring in his fingers and noticed how it was shaped as the snake's mouth closed around its tail. The boy was intrigued by the ornateness of the design but more so by its strange emission. There is a strange vibrating energy that seemed to emit from just holding the ring in his delicate digits, producing a tickling sensation through his skin. Even the small hairs on his arms stood upright due to that sensation.
The vibrations seemed to get strong as he held the ring closer to his groin. He remembered how the dirty shopkeeper put this ring down onto the root of his cock along with his filthy hairy balls. He felt unexplainable compulsion crossing his young and impressionable mind, that was that he should try this strange artifact upon his own semi erected cock.
He pulled down his pants and began to rub its strangle metallurgy against his perineum and over his balls. As he rolled the ribbed texture of the ring up and down the shaft of his hard cock. He trembled with an unfamiliar pleasure. Without any hesitation he slipped the ring around his cock and pulled it down till it reached at the base of his cock, he remembered the shop keeper also put his balls inside it. So he did the same by putting his balls inside the ring along with his hard cock. Once the ring was there, the serpent seemed to tighten its grip around his shaft and balls. It was painful but pleasurable. He immediately began to stroke his cock, copious juices flowed from the eye of his shaft. He looked down at the serpent ring that had entwined his manhood, the black scales of the serpent seemed to gleam with a life of its own.`
As he slowly masturbated, his mind began to fill with the most deviant of thoughts. He saw naked same aged boys around an obscene phallic snake-like idol. They were moaning in pleasure as they touch each other, stroking their erotic cocks and urinating over themselves. It looked like some barbaric rite dedicated to the dark serpentine creature.
The scene flashed in Aziz's vision and the next moment it was all gone. He took a step back folding the wall as a support. The scene in his vision trembled his whole body. He was never a bisexual, never felt anything arousing thinking about making out with another male, but to his surprise his cock had increased its length like never before , the strong invisible energy seemed to affect his body. His cock started to release thick semen in the air like a fountain. He groaned uncontrollably “Ggggggrrrrhhhgghhhh…” It was still the best orgasmic experience that he ever had.He panted out of breath. Exhausted but exhilarated.
That felt so good, no it felt totally fu*king amazing. He noticed how much wet gooey cum he had made. He was satisfied and proud seeing the amount of his own semen. As soon as he ejaculated his penis went soft again like before but he still felt a strong sensation in it. He hid the ring below the window's sliver panel. He would come back tomorrow morning for more of this incredible nasty dark pleasure.
Arunima's Secret
It was around 11.30PM . Arunima felt like peeing as she got up from her bed and moved towards the attached restroom. She returned to her bed in a few minutes and tried to sleep again but then..
“Arunima, arunima, awoken from a broken dream taken young by a demon so obscene. In the midnight when the evil come, To hold her in naked shame, Devouring her innocence with wicked deed, Impregnating with incestuous seed. How to condone this vile act, signed in blood, was the devil's pact. When the suffering was done, All that remained was her good son.”
The rhyme filled her exhausted mind. Repeating it, over and over. She still remembered it, in fact she can never forget these words said by her own brother named Amartya. She opened her eyes again. Her body shivered involuntarily. There was a strangeness in that old apartment that she had not realized before. She tried to sleep again but old memories started clouding her mind. The memories that she had buried deep inside her mind but still they were coming to the surface taking her into the darkness.
She still remembers that incident. It was clear like a picture.
Amartya was Arunima's older brother. He vanished from her life when she turned 18 , after a vile incident that took place back then, and changed her life drastically.
Amartya was always odd and wicked from his childhood. He was attracted towards the darkness that is hidden from our society. When he was 25, his sister got to know something very unexpected about her brother.
It was just a year ago that Arunima got married . She came to her parents place as her parents were on a long tour. One night she noticed some strange sound from her brother's room. She inquired and saw her brother chanting some strange words sitting on a pentagram sign. Amartya was totally nude doing all these strange mystical acts. She saw her brother's cock hard and leaking. She was hypnotized with this scenario and her legs moved involuntarily as she walked inside his brother's bedroom. Amartya noticed his sister's presence but he ignored it and continued his chanting.
Arunima still didn't know why on the earth she entered her brother's bedroom. She stood there like an obedient doll witnessing that strange act. Her mind was reluctant to be there but her body was not. She felt her crotch getting warm in no time. She couldn't believe her own eyes that it was her own brother sitting naked in front of him. The room filled with a strange aroma that seemed to hallucinate arunima's blank mind.
Arunima was mature enough to recognize her brother's act. It was surely some occult rituals to provoke the devil. She never believed the devil was real but being present at that situation she felt strangeness clouding her mind and body. Her body hairs seemed to stand upright, her fingers and toes felt so weak and tingling in sensation. She felt the presence of some supernatural being inside the room.
That night she was being controlled by a demon, she knew it already. The dark energy that was summoned made those two, brother and sister sexually depraved. They committed incestuous copulation. That night Amartya impregnated his own younger sister.
The next day he was all gone. His parents tried to find him , even filing a missing case in the police station. One year, two years, three years… but he didn't return. His family gave up on him, but Arunima kept that incident secret. After one month of that incident arunima tested positive as she got her pregnancy report. She knew it was not her husband's but her brother's seed that had impregnated her.
Arunima opened her eyes, sighed deeply to get a hold on her heavy breathing. She could never forget that incident, it was still like a clear picture before her eyes. As she imagined all this she felt her cunt bit moist. She shouldn't be like that, why does she get wet everytime she recalls those dark memories. She had no answer. Those memories made her a little angry but then the handsome cute face of Aritra surfaced in her mind. He was always such a good son, caring, loving and adorable, always trying to protect her and stay with her. After giving birth to aritra she had nursed him upon her milky teats.
She got up from her bed and moved towards Aritra's bedroom. She knocked on the door before entering his room, as the door was still ajar. Aritra was already laying beneath the bedclothes. He must be very tired. Her limbs felt that way too. There was a lethargic feeling in her body. Doesn't the room smell strange? She thought she caught a whiff of something unclean…soiled…. Maybe sordid??
“it smells funky Babu, did you shower today? Did you put your dirty clothes in the washing machine?” She asked while trying to inspect the source of the funky smell.
“Yes mom, its not for me, it's the damp stupid building.” Argued Aritra lying on his bed.
“Ummm no not the apartment, just make sure you air the room out tomorrow OK?”
“Ok mom. Good night ma” he sounded annoyed and bored.
Arunima adjusted the bed cloth but he found aritra was sweating a bit. His face was glistening in sweat.
“Are you feeling sick? You are all sweaty and clammy babu.”
“No mom, I am okay” He replied.
“Well make sure you take shower tomorrow properly” she said and left the room.
She made a mental note that it was really a damp building that stinks so bad. She hated this place but this was all she could manage.
She checked her daughter Ruchi's bedroom too and went back to her room. She doesn't feel sleepy anymore so she took out a whiskey bottle from her cupboard that was hidden there. She took a sip and sat on a chair and looked outside the window.
The odor emitting from her son's room, the whiff of attractant. triggered a distant and disturbing memory of her past. She tried to quell her anxiety whilst sipping more whiskey from her glass. Those thoughts were disturbing her. They were incestuous thoughts.
Its been so long since she had ha sex. The strange funky aroma in her son's room really triggered her libido. She remembered that smell. Yes it was dry semen. She drank a large amount of whiskey down her throat.
All of sudden her libido seemed to take control over her. She leant back on the chair back rest and her hand moved on her tits subconsciously. She squeezed her tits, a soft moan escaped from her mouth. She pinched her bullet like hard nipples over her night gown. Then she hitched the hem up her damp thighs. She felt her panties moist. She pulled it down to her knees. She rubbed her wet clitoris roughly. She had not touched herself like this for so long. She sipped more from the glass. Her clitoris enlarged like a little cock emerging out beneath the clitoral hood. Arunima had an abnormal size of clitoris like no other. The family doctor had said that it is rare but nothing to be worried about but the family priest told her parents long ago that Arunima is possessed by a demon. He claimed that the big cock like clitoris is a mark of the devil's presence. Her pious mother was horrified hearing this. They prayed to god for many days but it never worked.
Anyway, the scene of her very own older brother pounding her hard , filled her mind. She was trying to resist him but she couldn't as an invisible energy kept her body numb. Initially it was painful and vile to copulate with her own sibling but after a while she was enjoying it. Her cunt was squeezing his fat member inside. All these incestuous thoughts clouded her mind. She was no more a mother, but a pervert woman who feels good to be fucked by her own brother. The increasing lust in her seemed to corrupt her power of judgment. For a moment, her young son's body materialized clearly in her sexual mind. It was wrong, sinful, he was her own son even if he was the bastard son of her own brother, but still she was her mother. She imagined drawing his pretty face down against her overheated groin, encouraging him to lick her cunt. She could see his beautiful face, he wouldn't understand, but only her pleasure was important now. She was drunk and highly aroused that allowed her subconscious mind to be infiltrated by taboo thoughts that she never imagined.
Discovery and Transformation.
As soon as his mother closed the bedroom door, Aritra pulled back the bed clothes and checked to make sure his bedroom door was properly locked. He lit a couple of small tube lights and locked into his mirror again. His cock was already rock hard. His heart was racing already. He dragged his standing mirror over to the bed and angled it so that when he lay on his bed, he would be able to see himself. Adrenaline rushed through his veins and his penis stood upright against his flat stomach. He slipped out his shorts and knelt naked at his bedside as he retrieved a shoe box from under the bed. He opened it and picked the Serpent ring. He checked the door once again, listening to make sure that he would not be disturbed by either of his mother or sister.
He lay back on his bedding. His mother was right, there was a funky smell in the room caused by the combination of his semen and sweat and a faint odor of urine. He toyed with the ring. He held it up in the light and caught a fine reflection. He had been looking up serpents and stuff like that on the internet and had been fascinated in how serpents were portrayed as the servants of the devil. It was scary at first but also it made him feel incredibly horny. There was no end to the sexual references of the power of the serpent and dragon. It made him so hard and his cock leaking precum in a few seconds. He felt himself attracted to these demonic stuff. The villainous sake that wrapped around his cock, promising him eternal pleasure but the price being his soul.
He thought about worshiping the devil, sexual rituals, and even human sacrifice. He laughed at himself as he scared himself imagining these vile acts, but he couldn't ignore how these sexual thoughts fascinated him. He searched for images of serpents, especially those associated with the ring and came across a strange legend of King Nagarth, and about the druid Balor. He loved the story of corruption. It seemed to resonate, darkly inspiring him.
He remembered the words from a strange rhyme that his mother used to say while he was very young. He never realized what those words say or what's the meaning of them. He only remembers about something being taken by a demon that devoured her innocence and impregnated her. Was this somekind of demonic copulation or just some stupid rhyme?
His groin purred as he held the ring aloft, as if his cock and balls were willing him to put the cock ring on. Provoking him to fall pray to the sex demons that would enslave him just like the strange story he discovered on internet.
he kept brushing the black metallic surface of that ring against the length of his throbbing cock, over his sensitized testicles, even on his anus. He tested himself. A warming pleasure spread throughout his entire body and with each moment he delayed, the feeling multiplied, his whole body yearned for him to attach the cock ring, to put it on and experience the evil fantasies.it seemed he heard a harsh tone in his voice saying “Put it on! Put it On now”
Finally he no longer can deny the temptation as he slid that ring all the way down. The ring gripped him in his most illicit of pleasures. He looked in the mirror at himself. His cock looked longer and fatter than before. He wanted a big nasty cock. Looking at his cock in the mirror he felt something very weird that he never could imagine. He felt to suck his own enlarged cock. He didn't know why or how , but he felt a strong urge to taste his own genitals that were being controlled by some devil ring. He lifted his knees over his head, and pressed his head forward as far as he could reach. His cock throbbed deliciously, pre-cum dripped forward into his mouth.
He devoured his own salty fluids. He had never felt so horny. He wanted to suck a cock desperately. He imagined a group of same aged boys and girl sucking fucking each other to worship a demonic cock. He loved this wayward fantasies that flashes in his mind and it seemed to come from wearing that ring. He was just about to reach his pink mushroom to wrap that with his lips but then his phone rang. It was a text message “ brother what the hell are you doing?”
Ruchi was watching all this through the keyhole. Before a few minutes she heard someone dragging something heavy in his brother's room…..
(to be continued…).
The bartender brought me the drink, my favorite whisky on the rocks. I thank him and pick up the rocks glass. I was about to quaff it all down, all at once, but I didn't. It has been three months since I last touched any liquor. I look down at the glass, both my eyebrows shoot up.
“Oh, WTF!” I guzzle it down all at once, “Ah, one more, please…” I exhale and inhale sharply with my mouth wide open to cope up with the taste.
That's when my eyes catch a glimpse of a girl. She's was sitting three chairs next to me to my left. I couldn't see her face but the small of her back was bare. She was wearing a grey tank top and rather skin-tight jeans, especially given the size of her bottom. Her skin looked very pale in the dim lighting ambiance of the pub. She's was talking to a guy who was a stranger to her. I could tell after observing the way they were interacting. He's probably cracking jokes. She would laugh every now and then. Every time she would laugh, I could see her subtle skin folds on her belly jiggle in a rhythm. A rhythm that'd make you want to see it up close on top of yourself, zooming in and out of your focus.
There were so many pretty girls around. They were either too skinny or too chubby for my penchant. Thirty-eight inches, that's my sweet spot.
“Sir, your drink…” The bartender interrupted my train of thought.
I look at him and smile wryly and nod in response. I pick up the glass, look in that direction again, the girl wasn't there. I look around here and there as if a prey trying to get hold of his predator. Right then, someone taps on my shoulder, and I turn around.
'Holy mother of a cow,' I think. It's her, in a completely new Avatar.
I blink my eyes and even jolt my head left to right slightly.
“I…I… ” I stutter.
“It's okay! I am digging this new look so, you don't owe me anything.” She said, smiling at me, “To be honest, I wanted to do it for a very long time but never had the courage to… but, you gave me a good reason.”
“Oh,” I part my lips.
“Btw, I'll have to go…” She says curtly. Her lips pout and soon returned to the shape of an alluring smile.
A masculine arm pulled her towards the dance floor. She turned around to look at me once more before she started dancing. All I could do was just watch her move in awe.