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Subject: Not For Senator Helms: Rings II (A sequel)
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Here's a sequel to the story I posted on Jan. 11, 1990.  It's definitely
not part of the Jesse Helms collection.

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                               Rings II

I woke up on the morning of July 4 from a deliciously horny dream,  only
to find that it wasn't a dream.   I was flat on my back, on the verge of
an orgasm,  and my cock stood stiffly between my legs  while my new wife
gently nibbled on it and teased it with her tongue.   Her long hair fell
over her head  and tickled my stomach,  and it wasn't hard for me to set
aside my misgivings about oral sex and enjoy what she was doing.

My hips had been  gently pumping when I woke up,  and I reached down  to
run ran my fingers through her hair  as I continued to thrust my cock at
her mouth.  I was ready to come, but she just teased my cock, keeping me
on the edge without letting me fall over.  My excitement was on the edge
of turning to pain when she stopped teasing and let me come.

She slid her mouth  down over my cock,  chewing  and working it with her
tongue as she slid down, then gently blowing as she slid back up.  I was
ready to explode, but she managed to do it again three times,  each time
sliding farther down the shaft of my cock before she came back up.

When I came,  it was with an explosion like I've never felt before,  and
it was a while before I could do more than just lie there on my back and
look at her head resting between my legs.   She continued to suck gently 
on my cock until I finally spoke.

"Good morning Anne," I said.  "That was nice, but I've got to pee, can I
have my cock back?"

She let go of and sat up, kneeling straddling my legs.  "Good morning my
new hubby.  I hope you slept as well as I did."

"I slept well," I said, looking at her and at the amaising collection of
rings she wore through her body.   She'd explained the 23 rings she wore
in each ear the day we met,  but she'd managed to keep the ring she wore
in each tit  and the six additional rings she wore in her cunt  a secret
until yesterday when she surprised me by accepting my offer of marriage.

I knew she had far more experience with sex than I had; she'd had a ring
put in for each man she and her old roommate had seduced together.   She
hadn't seduced me though; before yesterday, we hadn't as much as kissed.
I'd been asking her to marry me almost daily for months,  it had started
as a joke when we were attending a survivors of AIDS support group,  but
I'd grown serious as time passed.  I'd almost given up, though, when she
surprised me by accepted my offer.

That was yesterday, July 3,  and she'd shocked me by hauling me straight
to the courthouse, taking out a marriage licence, and finding a judge to
marry us on the spot.   I'd found out about all her rings within an hour
of that.

"Do you always wake up your men that way?" I asked as I sat up.

"I try," she said, then giggled.  "A couple years ago, Janet and I tried
seeing how long we could go on a diet of nothing but semin.  It's pretty
nutritional, you know, but we gave up after a week."

I didn't know what to say to that, so I got up and went to the toilet to
pee.   Anne's loft, now our loft, had no walls, the toilet was in a back
corner, along with a sink, tub, and bidet.   They were expensive looking
fixtures;  their matching red enamel contrasted elegantly with the white
plaster walls  and hardwood floor,  but the idea of peeing  while my new
wife watched bothered me, and she did nothing to help.  She stood at the
sink and combed her hair while she watched me pee.

She kept me  at least part-way off balance for the rest of the day,  but
in the end, that only added to the fun.  She wouldn't let me get dressed
after breakfast,  saying that she never bothered to wear anything around
the house.   She told me that as long as I was living with her, I'd have
to get used to it.

When I suggested that she call her old roommate Janet and tell about our
wedding, she did, but after a few minutes on the phone, she surprised me
by handing the phone to me.  I knew that she and Janet were more than ex
roommates.   They'd been partners in love with many men, and they'd been
lovers; as a result, I wasn't quite sure what to say to Janet.

She certainly didn't share my unease.   I said hello, then asked how she
was.  As the words came out, I could have kicked myself.  I knew she had
AIDS, and I felt like a cad as I realized how awful it was to ask such a
question to someone who was terminally ill.   She answered politely that
she was doing about  as well as could be expected,  given her situation,
then got down to business.

"Anne told me lots about you over the past six months," she said.  "It's
hard as hell for me to imagine her getting married, but after I got AIDS
I guess we've both changed alot."

I wasn't sure what she was getting at.  I knew that she'd come down with
AIDS six month's ago,  and I knew that Anne must have been exposed to it
at the time Janet caught it,  since they'd made a game of openly sharing
all of their sexual partners.

"Look," she said.  "What I'm getting at is this.  I still love Anne, and
now that I can't make love to her and with her any more,  I want to make
damn sure she has fun.  Tell her to quit this new puritan thing, she can
stick to one man for sex,  but that doesn't mean she has to dress like a
nun.  Tell her to dress right, go out, have fun.   Give her the love she
needs," she paused.  "Want to know what really turns her on?"

"Tell me," I said.

"Oral sex, eat her, bring her to the edge and keep her there.  I've kept
her on the edge for hours, not letting her come until the very end.   Do
it to her, if it grosses you out, do it for me, please?"

"OK," I said,  and she hung up.   I didn't have time to think about what
Janet had asked me to do  because at that point,  Anne turned back to me
from her workbench where she'd been doing something while I talked.

While I was on the phone  with Janet,  Anne had walked over  to her work
area, but other than idly enjoying the view of her naked back,  I hadn't
paid any attention to what she was doing.   When she turned around after
I hung up, I couldn't ignore what she'd done.   I knew she was a jewelry
designer, although she'd never shown me any of her work before.  Now she
was showing me.

"What?" I said, looking at her.   She had a large gold ring in her nose,
big enough to frame her mouth,  she had a gold stud in the center of her
upper lip, additional rings in her tits, and a large broch  of some kind
filling her belly button.  More jewelry hung between her legs, and there
were even a couple of rings through her finger tips.

"You should see yourself,"  she said, chuckling.   "I guess I owe you an
explanation, though.   Most of my jewelry is sold through what they call
alternate jewelry stores;  alot is sexual, and lots of it is intended to
be worn in unconventional places.

As she spoke, I saw a flash from her mouth.  "I hope you don't expect to
dress like that all the time," I said.  "What's in your mouth?"

"No,"  she said,  laughing and clearly exposing a silver bead set in her
tongue as she did so.   "I've overdone it simply to show you a bit of my
work.   My tongue tack is more of a technical experiment  than a serious
piece of jewelry, I wanted to see if I could make something I could wear
in the most sensitive part of my body without iritation, and I did; like
it?"

I was surprised,  but I did.   She said I could tell her what jewelry to
to keep in and what to put away, and after a guided tour, I decided that
she should wear the tongue tack.   I think that if she hadn't started my
day with an orgasm, I'd have wanted sex then and there when she took off
the ring she wore through a hole in her clit.   She it had only one use,
and that was to intensify the sensations of making love.

"You've got kinkier tastes than I credited you for," she said as she put
the last of her jewelry away.

I shook my head.  "I've got kinkier tastes than I credited me for!"

She chucklied.  "Get dressed, but do me a big favor, get rid of all your
underpants, they just get in the way."

She'd told me  that she never wore underwear,  and with the rings in her
tits and cunt, I could see why;  even so,  I felt awkward about the idea
of my going without.  The mention of getting dressed reminded me of what
Janet had said, though, so I passed on her advice.  "Janet said I should
tell you to dress right from now on.  No more new puritan stuff."

She'd told me that before Janet came down with AIDS, the two of them had
made a point of dressing to attract men, but it was another thing to see
what she ment.   She looked through her dresser  while I hesitated about
putting on my pants without underwear, then turned so I could see as she
slid into a tight white spandex miniskirt.  It was hardly long enough to
cover her fanny, and when she knelt to put her sandals on, I could see a
sparkle below the hemline as the rings in her cunt came into view.

She ended up putting on a loose white camisole top over the skirt, and I
had to agree that she looked very sexy.  I was surprised that she didn't
look outright tacky;  most explicitly sexy clothing I've seen  is pretty
awful.   I told her that I felt awkward about  what her clothing exposed
when she did anything but stand upright, and her effort at reassuring me
wasn't very reassuring.  She said she knew exactly what her clothing let
people see, and that was what she wanted them to see.

Our day turned practical for a while, giving me a bit of a chance to get
used to my new situation.   We had to decide  where to live  now that we
were married, so I took her over to my apartment.  I'd never been to her
place before our wedding day,  and this was her first visit to my place.
We ate lunch there, and over lunch, we talked about the pros and cons of
our apartments.   Neither of us liked the apartment complex I'd lived in
for the last five years and her loft clearly had more space;  my problem
with her loft was that it was too bohemian;  I had a hard time imagining
myself living there.

She talked me into it,  though.   My last objection was that it would be
awkward to invite guests into a place with no private bathroom.   I gave
in when she asked how many guests I'd entertained in my apartment, and I
realized I'd never invited anyone in but the girlfriends I'd lived with,
and the last of those  had moved out more than a year ago when she began
to show AIDS symptoms;  it turned out she'd gotten it  from her previous
lover, and I was damned lucky to have come away uninfected.

We hauled two carloads  of my stuff to her place,  enough to let me live
comfortably for a few days  while we decided what to do with the rest of
our stuff.  It was a hot day,  though,  so  we called it quits  after we
unloaded both of our cars at her place.

"It's a holiday," Anne said, sitting on her windowsill.  "Let's go for a
swim, then eat that picnic dinner we were planning.   Isn't there a pool
at the park where the city's having the fireworks display?"

"Yes, but," I sputtered.   "Unless you take those rings out of your tits
and cunt,  how can you wear a swimsuit?   You told me that you and Janet
welded your rings so they were permanent!"

She chuckled.  "What I'm wearing now is legal in the pool, the skirt was
even sold as swimwear.  I've got a swimsuit you'll like, though.  Grab a
towel and your suit while I get mine, then let's pack up a picnic supper
and go."

We drove to the park, and as expected, had trouble parking the car.  The
locker room was busy,  but my mind was on my new wife as I changed and I
hardly noticed the other people in the men's locker room.   I did notice
others out on the pool deck, though.  There'd been a debate the previous
summer about thongs in public pools, and thongs had won out, but barely.
More than a few were in evidence, and I enjoyed watching the bare flesh
that was exposed as a result.

"How do you like it," Anne said from behind me.

I turned and looked.   She wore a white bikini;  not particularly modest
but not unusually revealing.  Her rings hung from the suit; it looked as
if they hung from cloth tabs sewn onto the swimsuit itself; it took me a
moment to figure out what I was really seeing.  The cloth tabs were held
to the swimsuit by gold buttons, and the tabs must have covered holes in
the suit that she threaded her rings through.  The result was cute.

"Wow," I said.  "Did you make it?"

"Janet was into sewing, she made it," Anne said.  "Come on, let's swim."

She was a good swimmer, and we ended up swimming into the early evening.
I mean swimming, too,  not just lounging in the water or "catching rays"
on the pool deck.   When the pool lights came on,  we realized that we'd
been in the water for hours and that the fireworks would start soon.

We hurried to get dressed, tossed our wet towels in the car, and grabbed
our picnic supplies for a late dinner before the fireworks.  Fortunately
we hadn't brought anything that needed cooking,  just a cooler of drinks
and sandwiches.  We found a good spot for a picnic under a lone oak tree
on top of a small hill.   It promised a good view of the fireworks while
being far enough away to avoid the worst of the crowd.

While we were swimming, Anne worked me hard enough to make me ignore her
rings and her apparently unlimited interest in sex, but as she bent over
to spread our picnic blanket  and get a sandwich for herself,  it hit me
again.  The hem of her tight white spandex skirt rose high enough that I
had a definitive view  of the rings  she wore in her cunt,  and when she
leaned over the cooler, her loose camisole fell away from her chest so I
could clearly see the rings in her tits.

While she ate, we sat cross legged on the blanket facing each other, and
she smiled when she noticed me looking at what she was exposing.  As she
finished her sandwich, she leaned back on one hand and took a sip of her
drink,  then shocked me by using her free hand to toy with  the rings in
her cunt.

"Anne," I said.  "We're in the park surrounded by people, don't you care
who sees what you're doing?  You could get arrested!"

She smiled coyly at me as she continued to tease the rings.   "I care to
let you see;  nobody else sees anything but a pretty girl who's relaxing
with one hand resting on her thigh; besides, it's almost dark enough for
me to take all my clothes off without anyone noticing."

Just then,  the fireworks began.   While we packed up the remains of our
picnic,  I wondered if she was seriously threatening to undress, but she
turned out to have other ideas.   I leaned my back  against the trunk of
our oak tree, and she sat next to me and snuggled comfortably against my
side while we watched the show.

I held my arm around her, while she rested a hand on my thigh, and after
a few minutes,  she put her free hand over mine and slid it up under her
camisole.  It was nice holding my hand on the bare skin of her side, but
that wasn't what she wanted.   She nudged my hand up towards her tit and
slid her other hand up my thigh to fondle my cock.

I experimented tentatively with the ring in her tit,  and she nuzzled my
neck gently and then whispered in my ear.  "Unzip your pants."

I did,  expecting her to slip a finger or two in to touch my cock.   She
had other ideas.   She shifted herself into my lap,  leaned back against
my chest, and rested for a moment while she enjoyed the show.   It was a
good fireworks show, but she was better.  I played with her tits and the
rings she wore in them with both hands for a while while we both watched
the fireworks,  and then she reached a hand between her legs  and pulled
my cock free of my pants.

Somehow, she managed to slip it into her cunt before it was fully erect,
and then she started to squirm, very slowly and gently.   She leaned her
head on my shoulder and when there was a pause in the fireworks display,
she whispered.  "Good?"

"Nice," I whispered, "but everyone can see us!"

She chuckled.  "They're watching the fireworks, silly;  besides, there's
not much to see."

I continued to play with her tits while she gently squirmed, and despite
my misgivings,  I was very excited.   My cock felt huge,  and every move
Anne made sent a shiver of exquisite pleasure through me.   I was out of
control,  unable to thrust or withdraw as she sat on me,  but with every
thundering flash of the fireworks, I could feel her body vibrate against
my cock, exciting me even more.

As the fireworks reached their thundering finale, I came;  the sensation
of Anne's cunt engulfing my cock was overwhelming, even more so than the
continuous stream  of concussions  from the fireworks.   I shuddered and
heaved under Anne, then collapsed back against the tree behind me.

My body was spent  and my mind was reeling  as I leaned against the tree
in the deafening silence  after the fireworks finale.   People applauded
the show, and Anne joined them from my lap, then gently slid off my cock
and tucked it back into my pants before she stood up.

Anne stood over me,  and I looked up and studied her by the light of the
distant streetlights.   I was flustered  and a bit confused by what we'd
just done, but my new wife looked calm and happy.  She held out her hand
to help me up  after I'd stared at her  for a while,  then picked up our
stuff and led me back to the car.

"That was great," she said as she unlocked the car, "but stop gawking at
me and zip up your pants."
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