Fucking with Rings

The guys talk about them needing to have willpower, but it’s really not them.  It’s me. With both piercings, the two and the four, from the moment I felt that first pinch and then, the amazing slide of that long needle piercing my flesh, I was hot and wet and wanting. Is it any wonder that “wanton” and “wanting” sound so similar? I think not.  As much as it hurts, I want to feel their flesh pushing between my rings, sliding past them, into me, like the needle sliding through my skin.
Thank god they do have willpower, my guys.
But then…then it is finally time.  We had waited for so long, W and I, through that whole second week of healing time. We even hinted at the day it would happen with each other; we knew we wouldn’t last past the weekend, and we already had Saturday as “D-Day” in our minds.
I don’t even remember when exactly it happened, or how (I think it was morning, that first time.)  All I know is, suddenly, I was laying on top of him, a place I don’t usually like to be.  Later I found out he had orchestrated the “Jade-on-top” position deliberately, so that I would be in control and able to start or stop according to my pain tolerance. He likes to hurt me, W does, but he doesn’t want to harm me, and with so many piercings, care was necessary.  Thank god he thinks with more than his little head.
But god…jesus god…when I lowered myself onto him and felt the head of his cock pushing against the barrier of those virgin rings, I could hardly keep myself from forcing myself down on him, ripping him into me, shoving, spreading, forcing…I was wild with it, fevered, out of my head.  I think he may have put his hands on my hips at one point, slowing me, stilling me for a moment.  But I would not be denied, and he didn’t want to deny me, and soon I was pushing down again, pushing him inside me, feeling him opening me and then, wonderfully, filling me, as I had not been filled in over two weeks.
And all the while I could feel the slide of metal of those rings against my inner lips and against the skin of his cock, an incredible feeling like no other.
I whimpered.  Truly whimpered, like an animal, in pain and joy and ecstasy. And when I came, the contractions in my cunt made the rings undulate along my lips, pulling them in,  so that they grasped and sucked at his cock even as my vaginal muscles sucked and pulled him inside me.  He came at almost that same moment, explosively, spilling himself into me and sending me over into another orgasm so sharp it was almost painful.
Later (much later, after we got home), we were laying in bed and he turned to me. “Are you ready to try top down?” he asked. I knew immediately what he meant and practically tore my clothes off in my hurry.  Oh yes, I was…
I arched against him as he pushed into me, arched against the pain of the rings, trying not to cry out, trying to open myself as fully as I could to him, to open my legs wider, spread myself for him. He was careful, but I pulled at him, “please, please,” wanting to feel him thrusting into me, owning my sex, fucking me. And he did. Raising a hand to cover my mouth to keep me from shouting my orgasm, he fucked me, pushing deeply into me, past the rings, burying himself inside me.
Thank god his hand was across my mouth when I came.
“Apparently they work top down as well,” he said when it was over.  Heh, talk about an understatement.
Fucking with rings rocks.