The Gods' Gift to Straight Girls 1: The Venus Ring

by Lexi Archer

  It was all too much for me.

  With a growl I reached down and cupped her ass. And with a strength that surprised even me, I lifted her, reveling in the feeling of her legs wrapping around me, in the feel of her hot pussy grinding against my body as I carried her across the room to my bed and tossed her down. She had a moment to squeal in surprise before I was on top of her, grinding against her as I assaulted her mouth and shoved my tongue against hers.

  I half expected her to slap me, at least try to push me away, but instead of pushing me away she moaned into my mouth as I pressed against her, and her hand moved down again to rub at that delicious heat between my legs.

  I had to feel that up close and personal. I had to get out of my shorts. I reached down and fumbled at the button, and then Melanie's hands were there helping me. She unsnapped my pants and unzipped them. I rolled off of her and tugged at my shorts. Melanie sat up and helped, pulling until my shorts and panties were over my feet. She looked back up, our eyes met, and they both moved down at the same time.

  "Jessica!" Melanie said breathlessly.

  She licked her lips as she stared at my glistening pussy and I felt a fresh surge of arousal watching this cute straight girl staring at me like that. The only thing that I could think of was Melanie on her knees in my bed staring me. Melanie the cute straight girl staring at my pussy and licking her lips as though she wanted a taste. I very much wanted her to have a taste.

  I had to have her.

  The fire in my pussy beat in time with a heat coming from the strange ring on my finger. I looked down and the ring shone with a faint blue glow. That was weird.

  The glowing coming off of the ring pulsed with a faint light that grew stronger and then ebbed. And that pulsing glow seemed to beat in time with the pulsing I felt in my pussy. Looking over to Melanie the glow seemed to beat in time with her labored breathing. I didn't know what the hell was going on, but I had a feeling this ring was a lot more authentic, a lot older, and probably a lot more magical than professor Arnold could have possibly imagined.

  But he was wrong about one thing. It definitely didn't belong in a museum. If it was making me feel this great, if it was somehow having this odd effect on Melanie turning her from a straightlaced Midwestern good girl to a wanton sapphic nymphomaniac, then it belonged right where it was on my finger.

  I shifted my weight and scrambled up until I was on my knees facing Melanie. She stared, transfixed, up and down my body as I grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt and pulled. She smiled and held her arms up, that smile disappearing as the shirt went over her face. Lifting the shirt revealed a gorgeous pale stomach. And it was tight and flat. Obviously Melanie spent some time at the gym. My breathing, my pulse, was picking up as this tight body I’d fantasized about so many times on this very bed while I was having a little fun with my plastic best friend was finally revealed to me in all its magnificent glory.

  I continued pulling her shirt up with one hand while I move the other down to run along her stomach tracing a circle around to her belly button.

  Melanie's skin was milky white. A sharp contrast to my tan. But I wanted to devour her. That alabaster skin stood in sharp contrast to the bright purple bra that appeared as I continue lifting. It encased a pair of the most wonderful breasts I'd ever seen in my life, and I'd seen a lot of tits before. The desire filling me ever since I put on the ring made her tits look wonderful, perhaps just a tad too big for the bra she was wearing and spilling over just slightly. My mouth watered and I wanted to wrap my tongue around her nipples and suck on them.

  And so I did just that. I pushed Melanie down on the bed, not bothering to pull the shirt off all the way and leaving her head wrapped in it. She let out a surprised yelp as I climbed over her, my pussy trailing against her thigh and feeling wonderful pressing against her skin. I reached around her back, unsnapped the bra, and pushed it up revealing those amazing tits.

  Melanie's struggling in her shirt turned to a soft moan as I buried my head in between her tits. I kissed up one, and then stuck my tongue out and flicked her nipple in a way that I knew drove me crazy. Then I moved to the other and sucked it in, swirling my tongue around her areola.

  Muffled moans turned actual moans. I looked up and saw Melanie looking down at me with her shirt tossed to the side. Apparently she'd broken free while I was attacking her tits. She smiled a cute little smile that I took for an invitation and so I climbed up until our faces were even with each other.

  Then it was my turn to moan as I felt her hands reaching down to my pussy, pressing her fingers along the edge as we stared at one another with our faces just inches apart. Her fingers parted my slick pussy lips and I felt one pressing inside. She bit her lip at the forbidden taboo nature of what she was doing, pressing her fingers inside another woman.

  Melanie's eyes widened in her mouth hung open as she looked up at me. "What the hell are you doing to me?"

  "I don't know Melanie," I said. "All I know is that your hand feels fucking amazing."

  I had my suspicions, all of them centering on the ring. But I wasn't in the mood to share those suspicions at just this moment. They were crazy thoughts, though then again I wasn't sure what the threshold for crazy was anymore considering I was on top of my hot until recently straight study partner with her inexperienced fingers buried in my pussy doing things to me that I never would’ve imagined.

  Now wasn't the time for thinking. Now was a time for doing. And I knew exactly who I wanted to do.

  I continued in my role as the aggressor. I moved her hands to my shirt and she took the hint. She lifted exposing my tits. I reached around and unsnapped my bra. The urgent need to feel my skin pressing against her was too great. I shrugged off my bra as she pulled the shirt over my head, my tits hardening and straining for Melanie once they were free.

  I leaned forward and pressing my hungry lips against Melanie. This time I was more insistent than earlier, opening my mouth and running my tongue against her lips. She took the hint and with a moan she opened her mouth and our tongues were dancing around one another again. I pressed my body against hers as we kissed, exulting at the sensation of our tits pressing together.

  Speaking of.

  Melanie kept up her attention and I felt a strange tingle starting deep in between my legs and running through the rest of my body. It was a delightful sensation, one that made me feel lightheaded even as the rest of my body felt like it was on fire. I knew exactly what was about to happen and I was amazed that it was about to happen just from her fingers!

  Not that I was complaining, mind you.

  That tingle grew more and more incredible. The sensation was so intense that I was surprised I was getting this just from her fingers. Her inexperienced but amazingly hot fingers exploring my pussy! I was so close, then the orgasm washed over me and it was all I could do to hang on for dear life.

  "Oh God, I'm coming." I screamed.

  That was it. I felt explosive jolts of pleasure that ran through my pussy and sent a wave of heat running through my body. God that felt fucking amazing. Stars danced in front of my vision, and things went black around the edge. For a moment I worried I was on the verge of losing consciousness once again. I held myself against Melanie as my body shuddered over her, every spot where our skin made contact seemingly on fire. I squeezed my eyes shut and fought to maintain consciousness in the face of that incredible orgasmic pleasure.

  Then the blasts of pleasure slowed, and the shuddering stopped.

  I paused on top of Melanie, still enjoying the sensation of her fingers buried in my pussy, and concentrated on breathing. Concentrated on maintaining consciousness. Concentrated on the amazing feeling of her body underneath mine. She smiled up at me and I leaned down to peck her on the lips.

  Then I let out a growl that made her eyes go wide and surprised even me. That was amazing, and I needed to show this innocent exactly how wonderful it could feel when you got a little girl on girl action!

  I moved my hand down and undid
the buttons on her shorts. I felt dizzy as my fingers ran along the swell of her mound as I pulled her shorts down. As her panties were revealed to me I could see dampness gathered in between her legs of that sent a fresh wave of arousal through my body and straight down to my pussy. She looked so delicious. I had to taste her!

  "Oh God Melanie, you're so fucking hot."

  I practically ripped her panties, sparkling blue pair that looked amazing on her wonderful ass, as I yanked them down her legs. Her pussy lips looked good enough to eat, and that sounded like a wonderful idea! I paused for a moment down between her legs, staring at her body laid out before me, watching her watching me.

  Melanie pulled one leg up even as the other stayed flat against the bed. She bit her lip and brought a finger up to her mouth. She looked almost hesitant, and it was so fucking sexy. I had to fuck her.

  Right now.

  I fell on top of her, my flat tanned stomach pressing against her flat milky white stomach, our breast pressing together, hers slightly larger than mine and amazing. We made out for a moment and then I was kissing down along her tits, down her stomach. Her body thrust up under each kiss and her breathing was picking up as she anticipated me reaching my ultimate goal. I moved down between her legs and stared at the glistening treasure laid out before me.

  The tip of my tongue pressed against her pussy lips. It felt so fucking wonderful. Not better than when I’d done this before, just different with that impossible heat the ring was providing me. And maybe a little hotter because of the knowledge that I was seducing this straight hottie.

  I have to admit I was a little hesitant. I wanted to make this fucking amazing for her. I wanted this to be the best head she’d ever gotten both because I wanted her to feel good and because I wanted a repeat performance! I'd done this lots of times before, but I’d never felt this sort of performance anxiety before. Thankfully Melanie seemed to be enjoying what I was doing so far as she reached down and wrapped her hands around my head, pulling me against her entrance.

  Flashes went off in front of my eyes as I sank my tongue inside her pussy. Her pussy lips wrapping around my tongue and pressing against my lips felt exquisite. It was so tight, so wet, and she tasted so fucking amazing. I moaned as I pressed myself into her eagerly waiting pussy.

  "Oh God Melanie, you're so fucking tight," I said. I was buried against her pussy so it came out as more of a muted mumble but the vibration definitely seemed to do something for her because her hips bucked catching me by surprise.

  Melanie gasped and her mouth worked silently for a moment before she finally managed to get out a few strangled words out. "And your tongue is so fucking incredible Jessica. That feels so amazing."

  Melanie thrusting her hips up again to meet my tongue as I swirled it around her pussy just the way I liked it. Just the way other girls I’d been with liked it. I pressed in slowly but insistently, reveling in the sensation as the muscular walls of Melanie's pussy clamped around my tongue.

  I looked up into her eyes. Her tits were rising and falling rapidly as she took in short little gasps. I had to concentrate on my own breathing to keep from passing out. This was all so amazing, and the sensations were threatening to overwhelm me.

  "Fuck me," Melanie said. "Just lick me Jessica."

  I wanted to say something. I wanted to tell her how amazing this was. How this was one of the most intense feelings I'd ever experienced. But telling her all of that would’ve involved pulling away from her amazingly delicious pussy and ruining the moment. No, instead I decided what I really wanted to do was comply with her request.

  I continued working her with my tongue and moved a finger up to press inside her. Melanie let out a gasp, and I let out a moan of my own. God that felt amazing. I moved my finger around in time with my tongue and her body was bucking up towards me, her tits were heaving up above, and she was moaning my name over and over.

  It was odd the things I noticed while I was so busy enjoying the taste of this girl I’d fantasized about for so long. The way Melanie's head was thrown back, her mouth slightly open. Her tits heaving. I continued moving in and out, luxuriating in the sensation of those velvet walls wrapped around my tongue and finger.

  The bed squeaked underneath us. Melanie moaned with each thrust of my finger and tongue, and my own moans added to the mix to create a symphony of fucking that nearly overwhelmed me. I could smell the faint smell of whatever perfume she was wearing, the lotion on her skin, the smell and taste of her pussy, the lingering taste of her mouth against mine.

  Finally it hit her. Melanie squeezed her eyes shut, threw her head back, and let out a series of loud moans of her own as her pussy clamped around me. I felt her body shaking and realized that she must have gone over the edge. Over and over her ass thrust up and her pussy pressed against me. Over and over she gasped. And then finally she was coming down from that impossible high and looked down at me with a smile.

  I moved up until I was hovering over her, my mouth still slick with her juices.

  Melanie leaned up and kissed me, a peck on the lips that quickly turned to more as our eyes closed, our mouths opened, and our tongues went into their dance once more. I enjoyed the kiss for a moment before a wave of fatigue overtook me. I rolled over on my side and stared up at the dorm ceiling. I rolled over on my side and stared up at the bottom of my roommate’s bunk bed.

  Shit. It was lucky for us Nicole didn't come home in the middle of that. She was cool with me having girlfriends over, but I was careful to never actually have her see me fucking one of my conquests. As I was coming off of the high of that orgasm some of the implications of what just happened were starting to hit me.

  "So was it good for you?" I asked.

  "That was fucking amazing Jessica," Melanie said. "But what made that happen? I’ve never been into girls before but I just can’t resist you! I can’t stop thinking about… that. Even now!"

  I held up my ring finger, though the faint blue glow was gone.

  6: Research

  "I'm not sure what the hell is going on, but I think this ring has something to do with it," I said.

  "You said that was in the museum. What were you talking about?" Melanie asked.

  "It was part of one of the displays," I said. "But as soon as I put it on it was like no one could remember seeing it in the museum."

  Melanie reached out to touch it, running a finger around its contours and over the jewel carved like two women doing something quite like what Melanie and I had just been up to.

  "Well if this is a cursed artifact or something," Melanie said. "That's one hell of an amazing fucking curse."

  "I know," I said. "Now if only I could figure out how the damn thing actually works."

  Melanie reached over the edge of the bed and rummaged in her backpack. A moment later she had her phone in hand.

  "I could do some research on it. Maybe try and figure out where that came from," she said.

  "Sure," I said.

  Melanie brought her phone around and snapped a couple of pictures, one with the ring facing up with the carving clearly in view. It was only after a moment that I realized the ring was positioned in such a way that while she was taking a picture for her "research" purposes she was also getting a great shot of my tits.

  "You pervert," I said. Not that I minded. It was hardly the first time someone had taken a picture of my tits, and I doubted it would be the last.

  She grinned. "Gotta have a little fun along with my research."

  As I watched her standing there, still completely naked with her phone in hand staring at my tits, I felt a stirring down below. I was already prepared for round two. The only problem was Melanie seemed completely preoccupied with staring at the ring on her screen.

  "This is fascinating," she said. "I'm going to check the library and see if there's any record at all of anything like this."

  "That sounds fun," I purred and giving her my best seductive glance. "But why don't you join me here for a minute?"

  Me
lanie glanced up but barely seem to register what I was doing, spreading out with my tits pressing towards her aching for her touch. My eyes widened in astonishment as she started throwing on clothes, still talking the entire time.

  "I wonder if any of the professors in the antiquities department might know something about this? Of course I'd have to be careful about what part of the picture I showed them."

  She grinned.

  I lay on my bed dumbfounded as she tossed her backpack over her shoulder and turned to the door. She was staring at that picture when she had the real thing sitting right here ready to go? What was wrong with her?

  She turned as she hit the door. "I'll be sure to let you know anything I find out," she said. And then a little smile played across her face. "And maybe we can have some more fun later?"

  I opened my mouth to tell her I was more than ready to have fun right now, but she was out the door before I could get anything out. I stared at the door as it slammed shut. Damn. She was talking about having some fun later, and meanwhile I was ready to go right now.

  I threw myself down on my bed, careful to pull the covers over my naked body. It wouldn't do for Nicole to walk in and catch me like this.

  I stared at the underside of Nicole's bunk bed and wondered what had happened to me today. Why me? Why did I have this strange experience with this ring when presumably countless other people who'd handled it over the years didn't have any issue whatsoever? At least you’d think a history of disappearing and reappearing as well as spontaneous lesbian loving was the sort of thing would be noted by the researchers working on it.

  A wave of fatigue overtook me. It had been an exhausting day, not to mention the vigorous workout I just got with Melanie. Maybe it would be a good idea to try and get some rest even if it was just the middle of the day. I curled up on my bed, fluffed up my pillow, and closed my eyes, wondering as I dozed off to sleep if I would wake up and find this whole strange experience had just been a dream.

  If that was the case then it was one hell of a dream.