Chapter 3
Penny's students get into trouble, April confronts Dinah & more.
Astonished by how much sex she required, Penny realized the need to be discrete. After all she had an image to maintain, she was a university professor. Despite cumming once again, she felt the craving for a female touch. This too, was new. Sure, she'd had lots sex with women before, it was impossible to avoid, being one of John Smith's agents. However, now that she was the mistress of her own ring, the
Ring of Kindness
, she actually hungered for the touch of a woman.
She thought to herself,
"Mistress of the Ring of Kindness, well that fits. But John Smith you didn't tell me my sexual appetite would explode rivaling your own. Damn, I'm practically a nymphomaniac."
With a single thought, she summoned her lovers' girlfriend, who had been napping, on the opposite side of her bed. Penny had literally worn her out. It was her first time being with another woman. And after t tonight, Penny knew it wouldn't be her last. It wasn't her fault, tempted by her boyfriend's suggestion to have a threesome, every man's fantasy, to be with two women at once. They talked about occasionally. She never really expected to enjoy eating pussy or having her pussy being eaten so well. The poor girl had never cum so much in her life. Penny worried that she may have overdone it. The unfortunate girl came so many times she screamed herself hoarse and passed out from all the pleasure. Penny would go easy on her. For now, all Penny required wad to have her marvelous breasts fondled. Penny loved the way another woman suckled and worshiped her tits. There is something to be said about a woman's touch.
"Don't stop dear, just because your girlfriend wants to play with my tits, again. You're doing fine. Your cock feels good. Yes, that's a nice pace. Keep it going."
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Being in a relationship was all new for Curtis Johnson, he'd never met anyone like Amy Nguyen. She was a fun-loving coed he met in his classes. Although she loved having fun, she was deadly serious when it came to her education. A second generation American, her parents had sacrificed a great deal for her to have a chance at attending the university, she wasn't going to waste it.
They were an unlikely couple. At 5'11" Amy was tall for a Vietnamese American, regardless of her diet she remained thin but possessed large breasts that looked even larger on her narrow frame. Curtis was a big man. Not fat, large, well over 6'3" although he played all sports in high school, he wasn't good enough at any to play at the college level. So, he dedicated himself to building a strong body, just shy of body builder physique. For years he divided his time between the gym and his studies, until he met Amy.
They met after one of their classes. There was an immediate spark. She laughed at his jokes and he love her quick wit. They enjoyed the same movies, just about anything that Marvel produced and of course others, they laughed and cried watching
Avengers End Game
. Best of all, they enjoyed the same music.
They were in many of the same classes despite having completely different majors. They found themselves spending more and more time together, so it made sense to become exclusive. Unfortunately, Curtis was having a hard time break free from his previous "player lifestyle", but Amy was worth it, he kept reminding himself.
As fate would have it, when one of his old buddies had asked him to stop by his house for a drink and to
"shoot the shit
", he shouldn't have been surprised to discover that he'd been invited to a party. His buddy had too many girls and needed a stud like Curtis to help him with all the pussy. Curtis did have reputation for being a lady's man. Although Curtis informed his pal that he was off the market, he owed his friend a short visit. That night, strangely enough, Curtis worked hard to fend off all the women that were coming on to him. Some were very pretty and very interesting, and had he not been committed to Amy he'd entertained one or two. But most were just so-so and were high on alcohol, weed or some kind drugs. His turn downs only seemed to embolden these women, they couldn't or wouldn't take no for an answer. He tried to keep moving, but they couldn't keep their hands off him. He tried to explain that he was in a relationship and was no longer "that guy", but his presence at the party spoke much louder. They surmised he was just playing hard to get.
Having stayed long enough to fulfill his obligation to his buddy, Curtis was ready to leave when his phone rang, it was Amy. Despite not having any plans together, she missed him and decided to call.
He should have let it go to voicemail, or taken the call outside, but feeling like he needed to make a statement, he excused himself and answered it. Hearing the music and female voices in the background it was obvious to Amy that Curtis was at some kind of party. And although she wasn't' the jealous type, Amy was suspicious. Her girlfriends warned her of Curtis' reputation, although she dismissed it, this party did raise her skepticisms.
Even though Curtis truthfully explained what happened, Amy insisted that if it was a party with one of his friends, she needed to be there. Explaining it wasn't that kind of party, did no good, she insisted that he pick her up or they could call off their relationship.
One of the girls hitting on Curtis was Wendy, a wild blonde with a nice figure and an evil smile. She and Curtis grew up in the same neighborhood in Oakland. For a long time, she harbored a huge crush for Curtis, but he was older and back then she was just a foolish young girl. By the time she was old enough, their lives had taken very different paths and no longer moved in the same circles. However, she never got over her first love and promised herself that if she ever saw him again, she wouldn't miss the opportunity. Tonight, was the first time she'd seen him in years. Despite being into some serious drugs, Wendy still turned more than a few heads. She slipped into the bathroom to check her face, she was only gone a minute, but when she returned, she was furious to learned that Curtis had left.
When she asked around, she learned that he promised to return with the
"old ball and chain"
, that's when Wendy's anger and jealousy abetted her in the development of a plot that would deliver what she had long wanted. As for his girlfriend, she would get a taste of living on the wild side, a lesson for taking her man.
Returning to the party a short time later, Curtis and Amy found the party in much the same state as when he left, a few more guys had arrived but the ratio was still close to 3:1 in favor of women. Small groups were beginning to form, instead of couples, but there were a few of those, too. The groups were three women and one guy and some groups were all women. Curtis noticed, but Amy was oblivious to all this.
Still unable to convince the naive Amy that this wasn't the kind of party she'd want to attend, but Amy was stubborn. Had Curtis told her it was a wild party where sex was definitely a possibility Amy may have reconsidered, but she may have been done with Curtis, he feared. So he introduce Amy to the few buddies and acquaintances, thinking they'd have a drink and leave before things got out of control. He was glad that he was able to talk her into a more casual attire, jeans and blouse, nevertheless she still stood out.
Greeting them warmly, Wendy offered each of them a bottle of Dos Equis which they watched her pull from the portable ice chest in the kitchen. Was it just Amy's imagination, or something more? Amy didn't like the way Wendy was looking at Curtis? But she shrugged it off, she only just met Wendy, it was probably nothing.
Despite not being a fan of beer, and her desire to fit in, Amy accepted the beer. Curtis opened both bottles and the two clicked their bottle necks together and took long pulls. Little did they know, Wendy prepared these two bottles specially for the unsuspecting couple. Fifteen minutes later, Amy had polished off her beer, she and Curtis were making their final rounds, ready to call it a night. Amy noticed that people were becoming more friendly. People were touching more and clothing was being removed. Perhaps Curtis was right, this may be one of
"
those parties"
.
Suddenly Amy began to feel really inebriated and stubbled almost falling into a group of women who were swapping spit while another was sucking on a plump nipple.
Fortunately, Wendy was nearby an offered to help Amy to the bathroom, in case she had to hurl. Amy gratefully accepted her assistance. Curtis too was suddenly feeling very wasted, but his muddled mind didn't connect the coincidence. He slumped on a nearby couch watching Wendy quickly lead Amy away. Seeing their chance, two of Wendy's girlfriends decided to get Curtis ready, fully aware what Wendy had done.
The party shifted gears, less and less clothing remained and more skin appeared, the house temperature seemed to increase on its own as if someone had silent signaled it was time to fuck! Everywhere couples, trios and small groups were feverously engaging in every fashion of sex.
Wendy pulled the disoriented Amy past the open bathroom and into a bedroom, where two naked couples were fucking on a double bed, Amy began to panic. Wendy was ready and wasn't going to hear any of it and flung the helpless young woman to the floor.
"Look slut, we're all here to fuck and have fun, and so are you! You came here to fuck as many people as possible, and so you will. We're going to start here. You're already very horny, so get ready to fuck your brains out."
For some reason, Amy believed that Wendy was right. She was incredibly horny, she could use a good fucking.
"Okay, where was Curtis, he fucks me so good, with his big cock."
