The Amulet (MF, MFM, MMF, MM, Orgy)
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I stood in my girlfriend’s bedroom in her apartment staring at the locked bathroom door.
“Jennifer, it’s me, I’m here. Is everything okay?” I called out.
The lock clicked and the door opened. My girlfriend, Jennifer, was standing there wrapped in a towel, still wet from the shower.
Damn, I am the luckiest guy in the world, I thought. Even straight out of the shower, no makeup, and with a towel covering her from her thighs to her chest, pulled up right under her arms, she was a total knockout. Jennifer was the epitome of a “natural beauty” or that “girl next door” that every guy wishes actually lived next door. She was taller than average, had long straight medium brown hair, legs that seemed to go on forever, just the right amount of curves for her athletic frame that were enough to get noticed in any situation, and a face that somehow always looked innocent, kind, and approachable.
Still, today she looked different – she was slightly flushed and breathing noticeably than usual, causing her towel to swell and move, her curves dancing beneath it.
“Rob, I am so glad you are here,” she said, coming up to me, wrapping her arms around my neck, and planting her mouth on mine, kissing me more vigorously than our typical greeting.
I wrapped my arms around her and she sunk into them, pressing up against me. Her kiss could have gone on forever, she didn’t seem to want to stop, but still I was curious. “What’s up? I got your text saying it was all caps ‘URGENT’ that I come over right away. I tried calling, but when there was no answer I came immediately,” I said.
“Feel this,” Jennifer said, grabbing my hand and pushing it up under her towel between her legs.
I couldn’t believe what I felt - her pussy was drenched, radiating heat, and open so much that it seemed ready devour my fingers.
“Jenn, you are soaked,” I said, feeling her juices run over my hand and noticing they were dripping down her inner thighs.
Jennifer gave a little moan, “I know,” she said, grinding her cleanly shaven pussy against my hand. “It all started with me feeling just a little turned on, but the feeling grew and grew. I tried playing with myself. The feeling went away for maybe a few minutes, but then it came back and grew stronger. That’s when I texted you – I couldn’t even think enough to talk to explain this and honestly I was in the middle of either my second or third orgasm when I texted you. Finally, I just tried a cold shower and you see how well that worked.” Even with being turned on, a note of distress hung on her words.
“It will be okay,” I said, trying to comfort her and not just give into the feelings I really wanted to act on. When I arrived I was alarmed and arousal was far from my mind, but seeing, touching, and feeling her, my feelings of arousal were fighting against those of concern.
I continued, “I mean, we know you can’t ever get enough of me,” I said, trying to lighten the mood with some humor, “but when did this all start?”
“It all started with this,” Jennifer said, pulling down her towel to where it just covered her nipples. Nestled between her cleavage was what looked like a huge pink sapphire, set in gold, and hanging on a gold necklace so delicate that I didn’t even notice it when I was looking at her before.
I exhaled through my teeth in an expression of surprise. “I’ve never seen anything like that before,” I said.
“No kidding. I was on my jog through the park, you know, on my normal route, when I came across a large old wagon that it looked like someone could live in it – that is if it wasn’t stuffed with stuff. Folded down from its sides were tables that were piled high with antiques, oddities, and mostly junk. You don’t see that every day, so I slowed just long enough for the bearded old man dressed in robes running it to catch my eye and smile at me. I couldn’t help but stop – it was at just the right place for me to take a break and he immediately seemed so nice – like a kind old grandfather I never had. It was totally not my scene – everything was old, dusty, dirty, rusty. I browsed just long enough to catch my breath and be polite, but when I was about to leave the nice old man said to me, ‘Young miss! You are the loveliest thing and you deserve something as lovely as you.’ Cheesy, I know. But he had my attention, and he held out this necklace to me,” she said, holding the gem in her hand. “You know I am not obsessed with jewelry, but just look at this thing. I had never seen anything like it, so I couldn’t resist taking it into my hands. As soon as I touched it I felt drawn to it – like, I wanted it. Of course, this was some old guy in the park and I was sure it cost more money than my tuition for the semester, but I had to ask him what it was. He said it was a ‘Lover’s Amulet’.”
“A Lover’s Amulet? Everything you are experiencing so far doesn’t require love – maybe he gave you the wrong one and instead it is a lust or libido amulet,” I said with a smile as I tried to move my sopping wet hand away from her pussy, and her thighs tightened around it in response, holding it there.
“Haha,” Jenn replied dryly as she gazed into my eyes before answering. “The old man said that anyone as lovely as me must have a boyfriend and this amulet was to bring us closer together. He said it would bring our relationship to the next level and remove anything that was holding us back.” She kissed me passionately, overwhelmed in her emotion.
I wanted to go with it, to give in to my desire, but still this was too much. I wasn’t expecting my girlfriend to essentially propose to me this afternoon. My feelings of love and arousal fought against my concerns for us and the future. I broke the kiss, “Jenn, you know I love you, but this is all rather sudden. We just met at the beginning of the school year and now we are only a month away from graduation – we have some big changes ahead and who knows where they will take us. And really, am I the one?”
I didn’t mean it, but I saw this last comment stung.
During Jenn’s freshman and sophomore years she got a reputation around campus for being “a good time” in many ways. I have always been serially monogamous – moving from long term relationship to long term relationship, having only slept with four women in my life and dating only a handful more. Jenn, on the other hand, for the first two years of college probably slept with at least four different guys a month, if not more, and that is not counting all of the other ways she was with guys (and girls) other than just sex. By the end of her sophomore year it had gotten to the point no guy would even consider her for anything that just casual sex and she became both wildly popular and a bit of a joke around campus.
Something changed in her that summer. When she came back for her junior year she got a new apartment with a new roommate she hadn’t ever met before to try to start fresh. She politely declined all contacts with the people and influences of her old life, and she kept to herself, working on self-improvement and school.
By the time we met in our senior year she was a totally different person – I could see it and she was wonderful. When we met and I learned her name, I almost didn’t recognize her from the reputation of the girl I heard about around campus. When I found out who she was I thought nothing serious would come of it, but we took it slow and our relationship flourished into the strongest and most mature relationship I had ever experienced.
It was not all perfect. We had our disagreements, and when we argued it was over our own insecurities. I was concerned that I was not experienced or “enough” for her, given her past appetites, and in the deepest part of my mind I still thought of her “reputation” and how it could affect me. Jenn was deeply in love with me, but she could see my insecurities and she herself had the concern in the depths of her mind that she really could never be with just one guy. We spoke about all of this, except maybe the deepest concerns that we talked around enough that each of us had an idea they were there, and these were the recurring themes of our arguments.
“Damnit Rob, I would have never taken this stupid amulet if I didn’t think you were the one and I certainly never would have put it on,” Jenn said, clearly hurt.
“I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean it that way,” I leaned forward and kissed her, which always seemed to end our arguments no matter how heated. “I love you. It is just so sudden and I think it’s best we discuss our future without all this emotion – and arousal,” I said, “But what you just said gave me an idea.” I took my free hand and went to lift the necklace off. It didn’t budge. I couldn’t even lift the amulet from between Jenn’s cleavage it was so impossibly heavy.
“Gee, I never thought of taking the necklace off,” Jenn said, sarcastically. “But please don’t stop trying – your hand between my legs and your other one between my boobs are getting me so turned on that at least I will get to orgasm number four,” she said as she ground her pussy against my hand.
“I can’t believe I’m saying this but maybe you should try to hold back. You said cumming provided only temporary relief, and then the arousal came back even stronger. So, your orgasm alone is not what the amulet wants and may make things worse,” I said. “Did the old man give you any kind of instruction manual for this thing?”
“Kind of. He just said ‘Love conquers all’ and that I should only put on the amulet when I was fully prepared for its effects. I guess I kind of messed that part up and did that too early. It’s just I kept staring at it, and as I did images of you and us together were just flashing into my mind over and over. I couldn’t help feeling the need to put it on,” she said. “I’m just glad you came over so quickly, otherwise I would have been in real trouble with how horny I am.”
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I stood in my girlfriend’s bedroom in her apartment staring at the locked bathroom door.
“Jennifer, it’s me, I’m here. Is everything okay?” I called out.
The lock clicked and the door opened. My girlfriend, Jennifer, was standing there wrapped in a towel, still wet from the shower.
Damn, I am the luckiest guy in the world, I thought. Even straight out of the shower, no makeup, and with a towel covering her from her thighs to her chest, pulled up right under her arms, she was a total knockout. Jennifer was the epitome of a “natural beauty” or that “girl next door” that every guy wishes actually lived next door. She was taller than average, had long straight medium brown hair, legs that seemed to go on forever, just the right amount of curves for her athletic frame that were enough to get noticed in any situation, and a face that somehow always looked innocent, kind, and approachable.
Still, today she looked different – she was slightly flushed and breathing noticeably than usual, causing her towel to swell and move, her curves dancing beneath it.
“Rob, I am so glad you are here,” she said, coming up to me, wrapping her arms around my neck, and planting her mouth on mine, kissing me more vigorously than our typical greeting.
I wrapped my arms around her and she sunk into them, pressing up against me. Her kiss could have gone on forever, she didn’t seem to want to stop, but still I was curious. “What’s up? I got your text saying it was all caps ‘URGENT’ that I come over right away. I tried calling, but when there was no answer I came immediately,” I said.
“Feel this,” Jennifer said, grabbing my hand and pushing it up under her towel between her legs.
I couldn’t believe what I felt - her pussy was drenched, radiating heat, and open so much that it seemed ready devour my fingers.
“Jenn, you are soaked,” I said, feeling her juices run over my hand and noticing they were dripping down her inner thighs.
Jennifer gave a little moan, “I know,” she said, grinding her cleanly shaven pussy against my hand. “It all started with me feeling just a little turned on, but the feeling grew and grew. I tried playing with myself. The feeling went away for maybe a few minutes, but then it came back and grew stronger. That’s when I texted you – I couldn’t even think enough to talk to explain this and honestly I was in the middle of either my second or third orgasm when I texted you. Finally, I just tried a cold shower and you see how well that worked.” Even with being turned on, a note of distress hung on her words.
“It will be okay,” I said, trying to comfort her and not just give into the feelings I really wanted to act on. When I arrived I was alarmed and arousal was far from my mind, but seeing, touching, and feeling her, my feelings of arousal were fighting against those of concern.
I continued, “I mean, we know you can’t ever get enough of me,” I said, trying to lighten the mood with some humor, “but when did this all start?”
“It all started with this,” Jennifer said, pulling down her towel to where it just covered her nipples. Nestled between her cleavage was what looked like a huge pink sapphire, set in gold, and hanging on a gold necklace so delicate that I didn’t even notice it when I was looking at her before.
I exhaled through my teeth in an expression of surprise. “I’ve never seen anything like that before,” I said.
“No kidding. I was on my jog through the park, you know, on my normal route, when I came across a large old wagon that it looked like someone could live in it – that is if it wasn’t stuffed with stuff. Folded down from its sides were tables that were piled high with antiques, oddities, and mostly junk. You don’t see that every day, so I slowed just long enough for the bearded old man dressed in robes running it to catch my eye and smile at me. I couldn’t help but stop – it was at just the right place for me to take a break and he immediately seemed so nice – like a kind old grandfather I never had. It was totally not my scene – everything was old, dusty, dirty, rusty. I browsed just long enough to catch my breath and be polite, but when I was about to leave the nice old man said to me, ‘Young miss! You are the loveliest thing and you deserve something as lovely as you.’ Cheesy, I know. But he had my attention, and he held out this necklace to me,” she said, holding the gem in her hand. “You know I am not obsessed with jewelry, but just look at this thing. I had never seen anything like it, so I couldn’t resist taking it into my hands. As soon as I touched it I felt drawn to it – like, I wanted it. Of course, this was some old guy in the park and I was sure it cost more money than my tuition for the semester, but I had to ask him what it was. He said it was a ‘Lover’s Amulet’.”
“A Lover’s Amulet? Everything you are experiencing so far doesn’t require love – maybe he gave you the wrong one and instead it is a lust or libido amulet,” I said with a smile as I tried to move my sopping wet hand away from her pussy, and her thighs tightened around it in response, holding it there.
“Haha,” Jenn replied dryly as she gazed into my eyes before answering. “The old man said that anyone as lovely as me must have a boyfriend and this amulet was to bring us closer together. He said it would bring our relationship to the next level and remove anything that was holding us back.” She kissed me passionately, overwhelmed in her emotion.
I wanted to go with it, to give in to my desire, but still this was too much. I wasn’t expecting my girlfriend to essentially propose to me this afternoon. My feelings of love and arousal fought against my concerns for us and the future. I broke the kiss, “Jenn, you know I love you, but this is all rather sudden. We just met at the beginning of the school year and now we are only a month away from graduation – we have some big changes ahead and who knows where they will take us. And really, am I the one?”
I didn’t mean it, but I saw this last comment stung.
During Jenn’s freshman and sophomore years she got a reputation around campus for being “a good time” in many ways. I have always been serially monogamous – moving from long term relationship to long term relationship, having only slept with four women in my life and dating only a handful more. Jenn, on the other hand, for the first two years of college probably slept with at least four different guys a month, if not more, and that is not counting all of the other ways she was with guys (and girls) other than just sex. By the end of her sophomore year it had gotten to the point no guy would even consider her for anything that just casual sex and she became both wildly popular and a bit of a joke around campus.
Something changed in her that summer. When she came back for her junior year she got a new apartment with a new roommate she hadn’t ever met before to try to start fresh. She politely declined all contacts with the people and influences of her old life, and she kept to herself, working on self-improvement and school.
By the time we met in our senior year she was a totally different person – I could see it and she was wonderful. When we met and I learned her name, I almost didn’t recognize her from the reputation of the girl I heard about around campus. When I found out who she was I thought nothing serious would come of it, but we took it slow and our relationship flourished into the strongest and most mature relationship I had ever experienced.
It was not all perfect. We had our disagreements, and when we argued it was over our own insecurities. I was concerned that I was not experienced or “enough” for her, given her past appetites, and in the deepest part of my mind I still thought of her “reputation” and how it could affect me. Jenn was deeply in love with me, but she could see my insecurities and she herself had the concern in the depths of her mind that she really could never be with just one guy. We spoke about all of this, except maybe the deepest concerns that we talked around enough that each of us had an idea they were there, and these were the recurring themes of our arguments.
“Damnit Rob, I would have never taken this stupid amulet if I didn’t think you were the one and I certainly never would have put it on,” Jenn said, clearly hurt.
“I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean it that way,” I leaned forward and kissed her, which always seemed to end our arguments no matter how heated. “I love you. It is just so sudden and I think it’s best we discuss our future without all this emotion – and arousal,” I said, “But what you just said gave me an idea.” I took my free hand and went to lift the necklace off. It didn’t budge. I couldn’t even lift the amulet from between Jenn’s cleavage it was so impossibly heavy.
“Gee, I never thought of taking the necklace off,” Jenn said, sarcastically. “But please don’t stop trying – your hand between my legs and your other one between my boobs are getting me so turned on that at least I will get to orgasm number four,” she said as she ground her pussy against my hand.
“I can’t believe I’m saying this but maybe you should try to hold back. You said cumming provided only temporary relief, and then the arousal came back even stronger. So, your orgasm alone is not what the amulet wants and may make things worse,” I said. “Did the old man give you any kind of instruction manual for this thing?”
“Kind of. He just said ‘Love conquers all’ and that I should only put on the amulet when I was fully prepared for its effects. I guess I kind of messed that part up and did that too early. It’s just I kept staring at it, and as I did images of you and us together were just flashing into my mind over and over. I couldn’t help feeling the need to put it on,” she said. “I’m just glad you came over so quickly, otherwise I would have been in real trouble with how horny I am.”