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Ring of Truth

by obohobo

Warnings

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The text in this story contains erotic material and is expressly written for adults only.

MF MM FF NC. Spanking WS

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This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to persons living, dead or otherwise is purely coincidental, etc.

Copyright 2005

Prologue

After finding the Ring of Truth and learning a little of its properties, I, Dr. Derek Meeks, decided to keep a sort of diary, a 'blog' of events surrounding its use in my life. At the same time I added excerpts from the leather book that came with the ring so they would be readily readable. For the time being I am keeping the information in a protected file on my computer and, for reasons that will become obvious to anyone privileged to view them, I do not intend to print them out until I, like the previous owner, decide to put the ring in some safe place. That may not be for many years hence.

Dr. Derek Meeks.

P.S. (Later). I have now decided to anonymously publish an edited version of the blog together with the excerpts from the book on a site I visit frequently and get much pleasure from reading the stories it contains. Names of people (including my own), and places have been changed but otherwise this is an honest account of my experiences with the ring. I have tried to write each blog as a readable narrative and have concentrated on the sexual aspects mainly because I know that it what readers visit this site for and because they brought me the greatest pleasure. I hope it will do the same for you.

 

Blog 19. Jack and Rosie's stories

22nd December 2004

Sarah moved in as planned last weekend but there are still many boxes to unpack. Jean and my student helped and it all went relatively smoothly. We left some of the bigger items but I doubt if Sarah will ever go and live back there. As we planned, she will keep the flat on until the end of February and then, unless anything untoward happens between us, she will give it up. Some of her furniture is of better quality than mine so we'll do some exchanging but that can wait until the New Year.

With Sarah here all the time, I may have to discontinue these blogs or at least post them at less regular intervals, and the ring is perhaps the one real secret that I keep from her. I would not wish her to come in and read what I have written while it is still on the screen. Once the file is saved it is password protected and hidden so it is safe from her eyes. Tonight Maggie from the bakery and her are going to a show which they booked up months ago so I can do this blog without too much worry, except that I should be unpacking some more of her stuff. So, I'd better get on and type in the last of Joshua Matlocks book. We left him in the Angel swapping stories of sexual exploits with a few companions on a bleak evening.

Jack apologised before starting his tale. "I'm sorry folks but my experiences have not been as gruesome or as titillating as yours. In fact I've been faithful to my Martha since we were married nigh on forty years ago. We always do it in the normal sort of way so there'll be nothing of interest to you there. However my first fuck was a little different and for me it was very exciting.

When I was a lad of fourteen I used to earn a few pennies by running errands and doing a few jobs for a Mrs. Meyhew on a Saturday. She's long since dead so there's no harm in telling the tale. Her hubby was a sailor and away for long weeks at a time so she needed someone to do the garden and get her groceries and stuff like that. Well I heard of a job over in Dunchester and a mate of mine arranged for me to see the master on a Saturday morning. As you know, Dunchester is nearly a three hours walk from here and I couldn't rely on getting a lift with a carter so I went to Mrs. Meyhew on the Friday morning before to see if I could do her jobs that day. As usual I went in the back door, took my boots off in the entrance so as not to make a mess on her floor, and went inside. I could hear groaning from upstairs and, thinking she might be unwell, I went to see. Her bedroom door was half-open and I could easily see why she was groaning. Bob Dickens was fucking her. From the way they were facing I knew they couldn't see me so I stood and watched and of course got a hard on. When Bob finished they lay together with him sucking her tits until there was a knock on the front door. "It's only Williams," Mrs. Meyhew said, "I'm not always in when he calls and then he comes back later. He'll go away shortly."

"I'd better go too as soon as he's out of sight," Bob muttered and pulled on his breeches. I panicked a bit and quickly slipped downstairs and hid behind the scullery door, thinking myself lucky I didn't have my hob-nailed boots on. A few minutes later Bob left and I thought that it would soon be safe for me to creep out too. However before I could Mrs. Meyhew came into the scullery with a bowl and went to the pump. She was still naked so I expected the water would be to wash the mess off her legs. My heart thumped so loud I thought she would hear and I hoped and prayed that she would just turn back the same way as she came and take it back to the bedroom. That way there was a chance she wouldn't see me. Luck was against me. She turned and went to a cupboard, she shrieked when she saw me and split water on the floor. I went to get out but she stopped me and said, "You just stay where you are Jack Filby. I don't know what you are doing in my house today but I'll tan your arse until I find out."

I was a pretty cheeky lad in those days…"

"You still are," laughed Rose.

"As I was saying I was a pretty cheeky lad then so I stood my ground and stared at her body. "No you won't Mrs. Meyhew, not unless you want Mrs. Dickens to know what you and her husband get up to. Perhaps it should be me that tans your arse."

"By the look of your breeches, you'd want to do more than spank me," Mrs. Meyhew observed, "Maybe I can help with that."

"Perhaps you're right," I said sensing I might have a chance of getting my first fuck. I was right. Mrs. Meyhew gave me a smile and led me back upstairs and made me undress in front of her. She was a big woman and although I thought I had the upper hand, I was still a little afeared of her.

"Come on then boy," she said when I was a bit embarrassed to show my prick. As soon as I was undressed she grabbed it and pulled me to her and gave it a quick suck. "You fucked a girl before Jack?" she asked. I shook my head and she told me what to do. I came in no time at all but she kept me alongside her and played with my prick and let me suck her tits until I got hard enough to do it again and this time I took much longer and enjoyed the experience. I never did tan her arse but I didn't tell on her either.

As I said that's not much of a story compared with yours but that's the best I can do."

I hadn't needed the power of the ring to get Jack to talk and I wondered if Rose would be the same. We made up the fire and got in another round of drinks. "Your turn now," Marion said to Rose.

"Like Fred, I've not much or real interest to tell. I've had a lot more men than he seems to have had women, but it's all been plain fucking. Just different size men and different size pricks. <<"I really can't tell them about the dwarf. He was a disgusting creature. The circus should have kept him in a cage like the animals.">>

"I'm sure there was someone that wanted something different or a bit odd," Marion went on.

"I don't do it every day for a living," Rose snapped back.

I didn't want the evening to degenerate into a battle of bitter words between the ladies so I interrupted them. Intrigued by Rose's thoughts on the dwarf, I took a chance. "Rose, some time ago one of the regulars mentioned you had entertained a dwarf." That was a lie but she wouldn't know that. "I wondered if it was true that their pricks different to normal Would you tell us please? I've only seen a couple of dwarves and they were fully dressed." <<How did he know of that? I don't remember telling anyone. Perhaps I can just tell them a little about it.>> Rose looked very puzzled but I knew that it was impossible for her to keep it a secret and guessed there might be a salacious story for us to enjoy.

Her face clouded and her eyes had that faraway look that I knew well. Mechanically she began her tale. "It was a little before you came to this village Joshua. A circus came here bringing all their weird animals in cages and the clowns and jugglers. They all paraded through the village and at the rear was this little man who was hardly up to my belly button in height. Of course he was laughed at and on the parade he just smiled but it was later that I found out how much he resented it and it made him bitter and callous.

Later that evening they all came to the inn and gave free tickets to the master but as I was only a lowly maid then, I didn't get one and I couldn't afford to go. The circus was on the following day and the one after. I was kept busy serving them and the people from the village that came to see them. They were one-night celebrities and were only in a small place like this because the field they'd booked in Dunchester was flooded. The clowns and the ringmaster were all jolly folk and kept everyone laughing. The dwarf who they called 'Rondo' just sat there quietly supping his ale and only spoke to me to demand a high stool so he could see above the table. At that time he just seemed a bit sad and I felt a bit sorry for him but most of my time was spent seeing to the clowns and parrying their hands from under my dress. "Are you coming to see us?" one of the clowns asked. I shook my head no and said I didn't have the money. "We've already given out the free tickets otherwise you'd be welcome to one. Only Rondo has kept his and he'll want a night in your bed for that."

"It'll cost him more than the price of a ticket," I said, knowing the price I usually charged for a whole night was far more than that. In the end with a lot of good-natured banter from the clowns and scowling from Rondo, he agreed to a ticket and three florins. He didn't like the fact that I made him pay in advance and gave the ticket and the money to the mistress for safekeeping. I had a nasty feeling that he might want to do the dirty on me.

As soon as I finished I took him to my room in the attic. That was another thing that didn't please him; all the stairs. His short legs made stepping up a climbing job and he complained all the way but I grinned and offered to carry him like a baby but he wasn't having that. "I may be small but I'm not a child," he shouted at me. He was better off in my room because of the low ceilings. I had to duck under the beams whereas he could walk with plenty of room to spare. "Undress," he ordered and I did, after all that is what he was paying for. He did too and I saw him naked.

You asked whether the old saying was true. I guess you meant, 'Big man, small prick; small man, all prick'. Well I'm sure the ladies will agree that the first part is false. Some big men do have tiny pricks but many have a prong in proportion to their size. As for the small men bit, well I only have experience of Rondo and he certainly lived up to the saying. I'd never seen anything as big at that time and only a few times since. He took great delight in tormenting me with what he was going to do to me with it and proceeded to show me how he could actually suck himself off. I've known a few lithe men who could get their mouths close enough to their prick head to lick it but Rondo could easily take the whole head inside his mouth. This was of course partly because of his short body but also because of the length of his shaft.

I backed away from him, half-afraid that weapon would hurt me but he growled, "I've paid for the whole night and I'm going to fuck you the whole night. You can't even say that you'll give me the money back because the mistress has it and she's abed by now. I'm going to have what I paid for and if you try and get out of it I'll tan your arse good and hard." His voice had a nasty edge to it so I took him to my bed and lay down ready for him. He climbed on top and it was then that I realised just how strong he was. He'd used his arm muscles to help himself get around since he was a child and they'd developed abnormally. He easily held me down and then rammed his prick inside me without any thought for the pain he was causing. Or rather, from what he said, he did it deliberately to cause me pain. "You laughed at me just like the others, now I get my own back." At that time I'd not had all that many men and only took a few of those I liked to bed to earn a few extra pennies and make my wages go a bit further. Rondo's prick forced me open and it hit my womb or whatever it is at the bottom of my cunt at every stroke. I cried out and he laughed loudly.

Whether or not he could control himself better than most men or whether he naturally took a long while to spurt, I know not but it seemed ages before he finally shot his stuff in me. I hoped that would be the end for a while although if he was like most men, I'd have to take in twice more before morning. My cunt felt terribly sore and chafed. That little bastard had other ideas. "Sit up and play with your tits," he said. I did and while he watched he put his prick, which hadn't gone completely soft, in his mouth and sucked and rubbed it hard again. It was a gruesome sight. Him sitting in front of me, prick head in his mouth and his right hand wanking his shaft. It didn't take long before he was hard again. When I protested I was too sore to take in a second time so soon after, he pulled me face down on the bed and walloped me good and hard with his hand. Up in the attic with my head pushed into the mattress, my cries wouldn't be heard and I knew I should have allowed him to fuck me without protesting. He was going to do it anyway and I would have saved myself the hiding. Finally the beating stopped and he lifted my arse and forced his way in again from the back. The spunk inside helped to lubricate me a little but the whole fuck was again painful and I was sobbing before he finished.

This time when he pulled out he gripped my tender arse cheeks and pushed his stubbly bearded face into my cunt and started licking. At least that was a little more pleasant and I started to get aroused but the rotten bastard stopped before I had any satisfaction. He then offered his prick to my lips and not wanting another beating I sucked it for a while until he wanted to get under the bedclothes with me. We covered up and he sucked and bit my tits for a while before he finally went to sleep. I lay there for a while wondering if I could escape but I had the wall on my side of the bed and he still had an arm around me from when he was suckling. I fell asleep too only to be wakened while it was still dark. The nightlight was still flickering and the air seemed cold. "Get your arse up again," he hissed at me. I wondered if I could plead with him without earning another spanking but I couldn't think of any words that would do it so I got on my knees and prepared myself for the worst. It was worse than I expected. He wanted my arsehole.

First he wetted his prick in my cunt and then tried time and time again to force it into my bum but I just couldn't open it enough to get his prick in. The pain was pretty horrendous and I cried out loudly but in the end he had to admit defeat and fucked my cunt again. Having spent twice already and seemingly always taking a long while to spend, this time he seemed to take an hour although it may have been shorter in reality. He didn't withdraw from me either but left it in, still not really soft and he dozed off again.

Light was beginning to show through my small window when he gripped and twisted my tits. I screamed and was immediately awake. I prayed this would be the last time and dutifully lay on my back. Once more he forced his way in without any regard to my body. By now I was so sore and sensitive that I couldn't help but scream as he plunged into me. He just kept laughing at my suffering and when he finally finished, growled that he was going to spank me again because I didn't take it in the bum. I yelled and screamed, No, and tried to get away, but he held me tight. He'd laid on about half a dozen slaps when a voice from the door said quietly, "That's enough Rondo. Let the girl go." The doorway framed the stooping form of the circus strong man. "You've kept us awake half the night and by the looks of things, you've hurt her pretty badly. You've had your money's worth now get dressed and go back to your caravan." Grumbling Rondo did as he was told. Luckily for me the strong man had booked Clary, one of the other maids, for the night. He called her in to tend to me and helped hold me while she bathed my sorest places. I never did get to see the circus. I was far too sore to sit on a hard board for any length of time."

Rose shook her head as if waking from a dream and looked at us with some concern. I praised her for the tale and gave her a hug. By then it was time to leave and I collected my rum, paid the tab for all our drinks and made my way home to Beatie.

As I said at the beginning, this blog will be the last at least for a while unless circumstances change here and I get some private time on the computer when I know I will be alone in the house. How much more the ring will change my life and what other tales I listen in to, remains to be seen. Already the ring has made a great difference to my life and I can only thank my mother for volunteering me to help Jean clear old Miss Read's house.

My regards to all whom have taken the time and trouble to read these blogs,

Dr. Derek Meeks