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The Ring; Chapter 1
The Ring
Chapter
1
‘This can’t be too bad, can it?’ Amy
asked herself. She knew there could be consequences, but the consequences
seemed so small compared to the possibilities! Unlimited wishes, so long as Amy
kept the ring on. And even more wishes if she put it back on! Ant felt a
flutter in her stomach; a sickly excitement that made her feel feverish and
giddy all at once. Anxious to try this out, she walked out the door if the
small shop, and toward her car.
Amy had read stories on the Internet
about wish-granting rings and amulets, and they all seemed to come from some
tiny, dimly lit store on an alley. But for her, it seemed reality was close to
this description. She had entered the shop on a dare from her sorority sisters.
The small storefront faced an old intersection; the two streets once a major
thoroughfare, now simply a crossing of the current and the past. Windows on
this store served mostly to display the neon signs advertising ‘XXX movies’ and
'GIRLS.' It looked dirty and very unladylike to be seen near there, let alone
in the shop! But a dare is a dare, so Amy went in. Amidst the rows of
magazines, DVDs, sex toys and aides, and other trinkets, a small case of sexual
jewelry had contained the only thing Amy might purchase. One ring to grant them
all; all of the wishes Amy might ever want. Her find was priceless! Well really
it cost $20, but that seemed a small price for unlimited wishes.
Amy stepped into her car, the four other
girls all giggling as she slid into the driver's seat. "So what'd ya
git?" one asked. Tara, a North Carolina backwoods girl from the mountains
had such a horrible vocabulary. But her drawl made the boys in New York squirm,
even though she was hard to understand. "Oh, just a wishing ring."
Amy replied. She smiled ear to ear, her drawl equal to Tara's. Amy grew up on
the other side of the mountains in Tennessee. Tara laughed, and the others
burst out too. "You know it ain't real, right hon? Aren't no wishes really
gonna come true from some trinket ring!" Tara's statement made Amy sting.
She wanted it to be real, but knew it probably wasn't. But more disturbing was
Tara's speech. She was hopelessly inflicted with an Appalachian dialect that
only got worse when she was mad or excited. And clearly Tara was excited about
the opportunity to tease Amy and her hope for a heap of wishes. Amy started her
Toyota Camry and put it in reverse, heading back toward the sorority house.
“Yeah I know.” She replied, staring off as they drove back.
Amy turned the car into the driveway,
pointing the car off to the side as she parked. She knew the other girls might
want to leave before her, so she made room for them to pass by. It was getting
late; nearly 11:30 at night, and on a Wednesday too. Tara, Ava, Lucy, and Jen
all slipped out of the car. They were a rather diverse group for a small
Tennessee college town, Ava was a Puerto Rican woman; tall and thin with long
legs and soft brown skin. Lucy was clearly Asian; short with a distinctive
Asian face and long black hair. Jen was a local; medium height and average
looks, but unique in that she had all her teeth. Tara fit in well too; her
hometown in North Carolina was only a few miles away. Amy was also familiar
with the area, though originally from West Virginia. The five were finishing
their senior year working internships with the local community college, and
wouldn’t stay in town long. The lights if the big University beckoned and they
hoped to return shortly. For now though, they rented apartments around the
small town.
For the night, the five had met to
discuss their group project over dinner. They went to the local pizza shop, and
then on a dare to the run-down adult store. And now, upon returning home, the
group was destined to split for the night. But not before a few last drinks…
“You still have that bottle of apple lightning Jen?” Ava asked, referring to
some locally obtained apple moonshine. It was strong enough to make you drunk
in seconds, or peel the paint off your car in seconds; whichever you wanted. Tonight
Ava hoped for the former; a relief from the stresses of their project. Jen
nodded, walking into the house and turning on the light. The rural house Jen
and Amy shared was very remote, so they never locked the door. All five went
inside, grabbing small glasses as Jen grabbed the plastic water bottle her
‘shine’ was hidden in. Jen returned, pouring each woman a glassful of the sweet
yet fiery liquid.
Ava took a quick sip, her face wrinkling
as the liquid seared her throat. She gasped, laughing in near-pain as the apple
flavor warmed her within. The others followed shortly after, each with a
similar reaction. Everyone except Tara, who seemed immune to the liquid fire
she was drinking.
As the girls talked about home, Amy
pulled out the small pouch her ring was in. She opened the pouch, dropping it
into her hand. She listened passively as Ava talked about Florida and
hurricanes each fall. Lucy talked about being an Asian woman in Nebraska, and
how the boys thought she was some kind of amusing toy or pet. Clearly Lucy was
not into that kind of treatment. Tara and Jen mused about the hill folk, and
how they competed against each other in soccer during high school. Amy was
preoccupied with her ring, but as her turn came up, she slipped the ring on and
tried not to act like the ring existed.
“I grew up in coal country, in southern
West Virginia. “I’m a true Coal Miner’s Daughter.” She proudly stated, quoting
the song and acting as if this was a badge of royal distinction where she was
from. All laughed, even Amy as she took another sip. The other four began
chatting about their hometowns again, but Amy hung back. She stared at the
ring, her hand feeling tingly and odd. Amused, Amy stood up and slugged her
drink back. “I’m heading to bed…see you all tomorrow?” Amy asked. Tomorrow was
Saturday, but they needed to work on their project. All nodded yes
begrudgingly, except Tara. “You just wanna play with that dumb ring…” Everyone
looked at Amy’s hand to see her wearing the ‘wishing ring,’ and all smirked as
Amy blushed. “Maybe…” Amy replied curtly, pretending to act snobbish as she
walked off toward the stairs. “G’night…” she called walking slowly up to her
room. As she closed her door, Amy could still hear the others chatting and
laughing, having a good time.
Amy quickly slipped onto her bed,
staring in the dim light at her ring. She pulled out the pouch again, removing
the small note within the pouch. ‘Simply wear the ring and make a wish, your
desires will come true. But be careful where your wishes lead, going back is
hard to do.’ Amy grinned, the strange poetry amused her. She looked back at the
ring, thinking what to try first.
The effects of the apple brandy
moonshine were slowly creeping over Amy. Alcohol had a clear effect on her; it
made her aroused and slightly slutty. She knew this, and was careful not to
drink much at all in public. However the privacy of her bedroom was always her
place to cut loose! So Amy settled on something strange for her first wish. She
reached into her purse, hanging on the end of her bed, and pulled out a pen.
Amy held the pen in the palm of her hand, staring at it intently. “I wish this
pen would become a big pink vibrator.” Amy watched, and nothing happened. And
then suddenly she felt like she had been shocked…
Slowly the pen turned neon pink, the
shape shimmering and melding into a smooth phallus. A black end appeared with a
rotating control knob, the end knob slightly wider than the pink base of the
toy. And then it grew…longer and thicker, becoming heavy in Amy’s hand. It stretched
out to 9” long and nearly 1.5” across, the tip coming to a rounded point. Amy
gasped, dropping the toy on her bed. She shook with fright as the toy took
shape, having difficulty believing what she saw. Amy whimpered, a strange grin
on her face. She picked up the toy again, turning the knob. It buzzed to life,
shaking delightfully in her hand. “Oh hell yeah…” Amy growled to herself,
sliding her shorts and panties off. She slid the toy between her thin damp
labia, dragging the buzzing tip across her clit. Amy’s legs twitched and
trembled slightly, and she bit her lip. She tried not to make a sound as she
slipped the toy between her folds, gently teasing deeper and deeper.
Within seconds, Amy was nearing an
orgasm. She never had luck achieving orgasm with any guy she’d met, yet by
herself things always were easy and felt amazing. But this was better than
normal. Amy began to whimper, and was barely able to keep quiet. She forgot
about the ring, and its powers. “Oh fuck yeah…” she whimpered softly to herself,
sliding the toy in and out rhythmically. “Oh fuck…I wish I’d gush so hard when
I cum…” Amy wished idly, imagining what that would feel like without thinking
about her ring. The alcohol had the better of her desires, and her arousal had
stolen her reasoning. Without any restraint, another wish was cast. But this
one didn’t cause the same electric shock. Instead, it just quietly took effect.
Amy began to feel dizzy with lust, her
insides twisting as she neared an amazing orgasm. She squirmed atop, her legs
splayed apart and knees bent upward as she began to tremble. Amy’s thighs shook
and she gasped as her body unexpectedly tensed. Suddenly her back arched up,
her legs shaking and eyes wide open as the room seemed to explode with
multi-colored light pixels. Amy felt something gush over her bare asshole, but
didn’t notice what it was at first. It wasn’t until a second later when her
next rhythmic orgasmic spasm that it dawned on her. The sensation came again,
this time accompanied by a very wet squishing / splurting sound. The sensation
was her own juices; her own female ejaculate. As the third spasm wrenched her
tight pussy throughout, the squirting sound was even louder and longer,
accompanied by a splashing sound near her dresser. This happened 5 more times,
each stronger than the last, until finally it felt only like the remaining
orgasmic waves created a trickle down along her ass and onto the bed. And then
the world went blank….
When Amy rolled over, the clock on her
dresser read 5:30am. She startled, unnerved that somehow she passed out while
masturbating, and woke up 5 hours later. And the bed felt wet…. Amy slipped off
of the bed, still bottomless but with a long AC/DC t-shirt on. Amy stepped onto
the floor, nearly slipping in a puddle of very slippery liquid. She could see
in the early pre-dawn light a stain on the far wall too. It looked huge,
splattered and run down most of that wall. Amy blushed, shocked at what had
happened. She tossed the covers back, finding her new toy resting mid-way down
the bed. Quickly she got up, taking bed sheets and blankets to the washer in
the basement, hoping not to be seen.
While she washed her linens, Amy began
to look at her ring. She noticed the shine on the old ring was somehow
improved, as if contact made it gain luster. Amy grinned, knowing the ring
really had powers. The possibilities it contained! Just think how much of a
surprise she could give Tara later in the day. ‘But why wait?’ Amy thought to
herself, changing linens from the washer to the drier. Amy remembered Tara’s
boyfriend Jimmy was visiting, and knew they’d be asleep together right now. Amy
looked at her ring, a large smirk on her face.
A few nights before, the girls had all
been talking about boys. Current attractions, old flings, things the liked,
etc. Tara mentioned that her boyfriend Jimmy was a great guy, but a little on
the ‘small’ end. Tara had seemed irritated by this, and received a ribbing from
her friends. Tara told them Jimmy was “only 6 inches!” And the girls knew this
was normal, even if Tara felt it small. So for a night, Tara was teasingly
called the size queen. She hated the stigma, even if there might have been
truth in it. And now Amy would prove it was true. Amy looked at her ring, still
grinning as she recalled the conversation. And then she took action.
‘I wish Tara’s boyfriend Jimmy would
have a 14” cock and a pair of balls as big as softballs!’ Amy smirked, a slight
tingle coming from the ring. She knew it worked, but would have to hear about
it later. For now she snuggled up on the living room couch, falling back asleep
for another hour while her things went through the drier.
An hour later, and a few miles down the
valley, the neighbors all awoke to a shrill scream as Jimmy woke Tara up with
his much larger cock. The scream echoed about the valley, followed by moans and
cries of bliss. Within 5 minutes the neighbors were all awake, Tara was flooded
with an enormous load of thick cum, and both Jimmy and Tara were sore to boot.
By mid-morning the women all met up at a
restaurant for some brunch. Tara came in last, sitting gently on the seat with
a strange smirk on her face. No one noticed except Amy, who nearly laughed as
the Size Queen took her throne in the diner. All ordered coffee and some food.
Except Lucy. She ordered coffee, and stared off half-dazed. “What’s wrong
Lucy?” Ava asked, taking a bite of a bagel. Lucy barely looked over, her eyes a
bit hazy and red. “Oh um…I’m just a tiny little woman and I had more of that
apple shit last night than all of you. I‘m totally hung over…” she said
quietly, moving very carefully as she sipped her coffee. The bunch snickered,
amused by Lucy’s troubles. Lucy scowled over her coffee cup, her cute face
looking more amusing than frightening when she was mad. Amy felt slightly bad
for her, and looked up from her grits and toast. “I know how you feel…well from
prior experience. It sucks; I feel for you! If it helps I wish you’d never get
hung over again…” Amy suddenly jumped, the ring giving her a very slight zing.
She looked up, watching Lucy pep up almost instantly. No one else seemed to
notice, not even Lucy. But Amy’s cheeks blushed a deep red as she realized she
needed to be more careful about making wishes!
The day wore on, the group going into
the college to work on their group project. All were focused and productive,
even if Tara was slow to sit and careful when bending over. Amy still giggled
to herself about Tara and her retrofitted boyfriend. She wondered what Jimmy
thought, waking up hung like a mule. ‘I’m sure he liked it!’ Amy mused to
herself.
Speaking of liking it, Amy suddenly
remembered how amazing her new vibrator had been the night before. She wondered
if the others had ever used toys, or if she was somehow a perv for using them.
She suddenly stood up with a very serious look on her face. “Do you ever use,
um….toys? I mean like…well you know!’ Amy blushed, realizing everyone had
stopped what they were doing to stare at her. And her timing couldn’t have been
better. Amy had stood up to ask her question just as Lucy had asked her to
practice giving her part of the demonstration. All of the girls sat in stunned
silence, none sure if Amy really intended to ask the audience about their sex
toy use. This was a project on rural health and educational development, but
sex might be taking things one step too far.
Finally, Jen spoke. “Um, yeah listen. I
really don’t think asking a bunch of middle-aged doctoral adjudicators about
their sexual activity is a good idea. Did you put any thought into what we are
doing here?” Amy sat back down, smiling and giggling a little. “No no!
Listen…I’m not asking in my speech, I’m asking if y’all ever use them. I
just….I just wanna make sure I’m not some pervert or something for thinking
about it…” Amy looked around the group, hoping for validation or support from
her friends. They all looked around, down at the floor, or shuffled papers. And
then Ava broke out laughing.
“Amy you seriously just started thinking
about this stuff? You’re what, like 24 years old? Oh sweetie you’re not a perv!
Behind the curve a little, but not a slut or something.” Jen couldn’t help but
laugh hysterically. She nearly fell out of her chair laughing, but slowly
regained control. Tara and Lucy followed suit, laughing and giggling
uncontrollably. Slowly the group began to quiet down, but Amy was scowling at
them all. “What asshats you guys are! I’m serious. I just wanted to make sure
I’m not weird or somethin’.” Amy turned to Ava, serious in her expression. “So
you have used them before?” Amy asked softly, intent on learning more.
Teasingly, Lucy looked over at Ava and said, “Yeah, Ava, tell us about what you
like to do with sex toys?”
Ava blushed slightly, shooting Lucy a
dark look of irritation. She turned toward her housemate, and pointed her
finger. “You know, for a girl with a box of freaky fucked-up toys, you
shouldn’t talk. Okay, Chica?” Ava turned to the group, her face bright with
vengeance. “Yeah Amy I use toys…but normal stuff like a vibrator. Miss Asian
freak-fest over here has the world’s largest collection of beads and plugs and
mega-dongs in the State of Tennessee!” Lucy scowled at Ava, her eyes wide with
angst. “Yeah like you didn’t admit to being an ‘anal queen’ last week!”
Tara, Jen, and Amy all blushed, their
mouths agape as the two other women fought over who was the bigger toy slut.
Amy felt horrible, as she figured her question had started this argument. But
in the back of her mind, the discussion made Amy slightly aroused. She tried
not to smirk as she imagined what the two must enjoy most. As they argued about
whom like anal more, Amy had a devious idea. ‘I wish both Ava and Lucy would
suddenly have their favorite butt-plug inside them.’ She silently wished,
waiting to see what would happen. Suddenly the heated yelling of both women
became short bursts of words, followed by gasps and quick pants. They both
ground their asses into their chairs, a look of horrified excitement in their
eyes. Soon they weren’t even speaking words, but instead grunting and groaning
as they gyrated against their seats. Tara and Jen watched in shock, both unable
to understand what was going on.
After a few minutes, Ava’s head flew
back, a series of short shrill moans escaping her lips as she tensed and
panted, groaning and jerking as an orgasm raked over her. Lucy clenched her
jaw, her eyes wide as a tear ran off her cheek. She shook all over, her hands
grabbing the edge of the table for dear life. Tara and Jen giggled softly,
unsure why but recognizing both Ava and Lucy had just gotten off. And it was
obviously very good.
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