The Tzar's Ring, 5, 6, 7. The ring and Emma

This is a cautionary tale, that some things come at quite a price, but then there are the rare occasions that it comes at the ultimate price.??????Peter Jenkins was a very average man, average in every sense of the word. So it came as*quite a surprise when he met his future wife. Lucy was anything but average;*she was smart, beautiful, successful, passionate, and she had an large appetite for sex. He often wondered what she ever saw in him.It had not been too long into their marriage before Lucy had mentioned spicing up their sex life, Peter struggled to fulfil his wife?s desires. Over time he had become ?adept? at oral sex, but when it came to fucking, he came, but she did not. Lucy had always known*about sex parties.*Before Peter and her had got together, she frequented a fair few. But since meeting Peter she had thought to put it all behind her, but it became an itch, and it needed scratching.They began going to the parties.*Lucy had a great time, and it was not long before she became quite the size queen. Peter however with his averageness quickly became less than average. With his five*inch cock, he was nearly always the smallest cock. Most of his time was spent either drinking, watching, getting bored, even depression. The odd occasion he would get a sympathy blow job, but his equipment was never invited to play inside any of the women?s pussies.The parties started off at once a fortnight, then weekly, and now often twice a week.Alas, this had a down turn to their home life. Lucy after being at one of the sex parties was either too tired, too sore, or just too stretched out for Peter to even get any pleasure from, so much so that it had been over two months since they last shared any physical intimacy, Lucy often pushing Peter away. He had to do something, and quick, otherwise he could see his diminished sex life becoming non-existent.After some searching on the internet he believed he had found potentially something that would make his five*inch prick stand out amongst the crowd.It took a while to find the antique shop. He stepped in the poorly lit shop trying to find his way around the cluttered shelves, wondering where his prize could be hidden.?Are you looking for something?? A voice grabbed his attention, coming from the back of the shop.?Err I found a piece of jewellery on the internet, and it seems that you might have it for sale here.??What is it then?? Peter found the owner of the voice, an old woman. Perhaps in her youth she may well have turned a few heads, now she was very much in the twilight of her life, youth a thing of the past, her skin like the contours of a map.?Well it looks like a ring,? Peter began to describe the piece, ?but instead of going on your finger, it...? He began to become a little embarrassed, trying to explain to this woman where Şerifali Escort it would go.?Ahh, I think I know the very piece.? She smiled a knowing smile, reached under the counter where she was standing, and retrieved an old wooden box, opening it up she revealed the item Peter had been looking for.?This belonged to Maxim Volkov, rumoured to be the bastard son of Peter the Great. Made by a skilled craftsman reputedly influencing Peter Carl Fabergé. His skills as a jeweller are virtually unknown these days, but this is probably his most infamous piece. It was named the Tzar's ring, although Maxim was no Tzar, his presence as a man was impressive at the very least. Like his father, he was a giant of a man, in all places if you understand my meaning.? She grinned a lustful grin, quite out of place on such a frail looking lady.?Maxim Volkov was a womaniser, he ravaged the old and the young, whether they were married or not, he did not care, and when he had finished with them, they were changed forever, never gaining pleasure from any man after him.*'He made his way through Central Europe following in the wake of his fathers battles with the Swedes, and it was near Sweden that he met his terrible end.*'So the story goes, he had been found in bed with a member of some royal court, her husband who was a fine swordsman, rushed Maxim and dismembered his penis.*The rumour is he bled to death from the wound, being so well endowed; there must have been a tremendous amount of blood flow going through there. But as I said, this is merely rumour.?Peter looked at the unusually historic piece, he was filled with mixed feelings, intrigue as well as horror, given its provenance. ?How much are you selling it for?? Seeing no price tag.?Normally I would say it is worth £600, the metal is gold, the stones, as the story goes should be* blood red rubies, but it looks like all eleven*of them have been either lost or replaced by clear non precious stones, so with that, and I like your face, I will sell for £350.?Peter figured he was getting a bargain, given the craftsmanship, the metal, and the story surrounding it. ?Okay, I will buy it.??I am sure you will get plenty of pleasure from it.? Again with the lust filled face, Peter paid the money, and still feeling a little unsure about the woman, promptly left the shop.Getting home, Peter thought he would do some more research into this man Maxim Volkov, he reputedly went by the nickname of ???????, which was Russian for stallion, due to the reputed size of his manhood. A solid fifteen inches, and an eye watering nine inch girth, his stamina was legendary on the battlefield and in the bed. The man was in pretty much every way quite the opposite of Peter.He looked at the ring.*How to put it on?*It consisted of two rings, Şerifali Escort Bayan joined at the top, and where it met, was decorated by the eleven*clear stones, set flush.*Running his finger over them, he was surprised to find how smooth it was, this was clearly part of the design to make it practical to wear during sex, so no sharp edges would cut into either partner.The front ring clearly was meant to go around his cock, and the rear, behind his balls he mused, it might have been tricky for his balls, but given the size of Maxim, it would not be difficult for his very average member. He offered it up the head of his prick, and let out a brief shock of alarm as the rings snapped apart, like there was some hidden mechanism that hinged at the top of the cock ring.*This made it a lot clearer how a man like Maxim could get this onto his manhood.Placing it at the base of his flaccid shaft, Peter eased the now split rear ring around his balls, and carefully snapped it all in place.?Shit!? Peter recoiled slightly as the closed ring must have caught some skin, causing him a stinging pain, there was a little blood where the device had snapped shut. Cleaning it up, examining the skin and seeing only a little nick, he thought little of it, but curiously enough the cock ring actually fit him very well, better fitting than he could actually believe.He looked at himself in the mirror, the jewellery gave his cock a new presence, perhaps even looking a little bigger. He could not wait to try it out properly.As previously stated, Lucy had not shown any interest in sex, normally, saving herself for the*next party, but now even more so, putting him off, not even a hand job. So when getting ready to go out, she was her usual excited self, clearly very aroused for what lay in stall for the night. This time, Peter was also slightly excited and also a little nervous, no one knew of his new piece of jewellery. Tonight was going to be the big unveiling.He decided he needed to make the effort, making sure he had a nice clean shave, face and then clipping his pubic hair, just so it framed his cock nicely. Picking out a slim fitting white shirt, black waistcoat, tight fitting black jeans and a nice pinstripe fitted jacket, sporting a bright red pocket square to set it all off.?My goodness, you are looking very handsome tonight.? Lucy stated with a bit of admiration for her husbands appearance.Lucy had gone for a full on slut look, the shortest dress in her wardrobe, a figure hugging black stretch fit dress, clearly no bra underneath.*It left nearly nothing to the imagination, a betting person would opt that she was wearing no knickers, and they would be right.*She whipped up the bottom of her dress, showing a freshly shaven pussy.?Anything catch your eye?? Escort Şerifali she said teasingly. Peter knew full well he would not be receiving any benefit from her efforts.?Time to head out,? she states whilst slipping on some severe four*inch heels, they were hard to walk in, but they would not be on her feet for very long.It had just gone past 7pm by the time they pulled up.*It looked like a fair few guests had already arrived.One of the benefits of having regulars at the parties, was they could keep on top of everyone?s status as far as STD?s, all the women had some form of contraception, so it was pretty much a normal affair for all the cocks to go in barebacked.*Lucy was in through the doors of the big house as quick as she could, having already spotted Michaels deep red BMW outside.*Michael was ?the biggest cock? of all the people that frequented the parties, dubbed as being a local Mandingo, he boasted an impressive thirteen*inches and a sculptured muscular body as if he had just been carved out of a block of dark obsidian. He was by far Lucy?s favourite cock, and there was one thing for certain, she never wanted anything to come between her and feeling every sensation that his massive member could produce.*Barely having had a few drinks from the wine she grabbed as soon as entering through the door, she was already all over him, groping his bulge in his trousers, whispering in his ear and giggling like a young girl. Peter on the other hand had found a reasonable whisky, and was nursing it gently, scanning the room. He was a little nervous;*would anything happen this night, would his new talking piece be enough to grab the attention of some of the women here?*By the time the party had reached the point where most of the guests would be either just getting naked, or slinking off to engage in whatever passions they had thought up that night, Peter carefully began getting undressed.*Finally his pants came off, his cock and it?s decorative ring was now on full display. At first it got no reaction, as people were either talking or kissing / fondling. But then Emma, one of the younger guests spotted him.?Wow Peter, where did you ever get that amazing cock ring?? At this comment, some of the other guests milling around also spotted it. Peter began to explain to Emma its history, and the legendary Maxim Volkov.?Oh you have to let me try it out.? Her forwardness with him was quite out of the blue, being that it was being directed at him, but Peter let this new experience comfort his slumbering ego.*Emma was attractive enough, her small breasts were a fraction of the size compared to Lucy?s chesty 34D mounds, but they were nice and pert with both nipples*pierced, and she had a great slender body, her pubic bush trimmed into a landing strip showing the way to her haven, which also displayed a little bit of a piercing that went through her clit.*He had always wondered what it would like to go down on her, and a little more how it would be to impale her. But before tonight his confidence in his own equipment, made him think less impale and more a disappointing prod.