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Amber: The Making of a Fuck Toy
By Richard Bissell

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Adults only, no prudes. If you don't like sex stories containing people
engaging in weird perversions, or you can't separate truth from
fiction,
get lost. The author does not advocate or condone anything that goes
on
in this story.

This story is mine. You can repost it or archive it only if 1) you
don't change it, 2) my name and this disclaimer remain attached, and
3)
you aren't making money off it. That includes posting it on some
slimeball banner farm web site. Yes, that means you!

This mean, nasty, and perhaps out-of-character piece is yet another
spin-off from CGC. I got quite a few requests to bring other men into
that story, never mind that I repeatedly stated that I wasn't going to
do it. I'm not much attracted to the "slut" genre, so it never
appealed
to me a great deal. But recently, I came across a story containing a
theme that seemed to work, and after playing with it in the context of
CGC, I had an idea. That idea turned into this. Don't look for any
of
the intelligent, redeeming plot elements you usually see in my
stories,
because you won't find them here. This is pure porn.

You know the drill: If you like it, let me know. You can find my
other
stories in the following archives:

www.asstr.org/~Richard_Bissell
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www.storiesonline.net (under authors, MichaelD38)

Overall Story Codes: Mf, MFf, Mm+/f, teen, bdsm, humil, mast,
piercing,
oral, anal, gangbang

AMBER: THE MAKING OF A FUCK TOY

(C)opyright 2000 by Richard Bissell

Chapter 14.

The rave was being held at someone's farm about 70 miles to the north.
Jessica took the passenger seat to navigate; Meredith and Amber sat in
the back with Cindy in the middle. They made her take her top off and
amused themselves for much of the trip by slapping her big tits back and
forth or playing with her new nipple rings.

As we got close to our destination, Jessica passed out the Ecstasy. I
demurred, but Meredith and Amber both took some. Cindy took hers
without complaint, especially after Jessica assured her that it would
make her work tonight a lot easier.

After following a succession of narrow farm roads, we turned off onto a
dirt trail between a couple of fields. In the distance, about a mile
away, I could see lights flashing around a barn and a couple of silos.
A car turned in behind us about a minute later.

Halfway down the road, two guys stopped our car to get the cover fee for
the five of us. Jessica knew one of them and tossed a greeting through
the window. We parked amongst the other cars behind the barn and got
out.

The rave was being held in what amounted to an empty field, but the
set-up looked professional. There were multicolored dance lights around
the perimeter and a big DJ table set up along the barn. There were
already a lot of kids there, swaying to the loud, thumping music, many
of them waving glow sticks around in the darkness.

I also saw a lot of kids wearing surgical masks and nudged Jessica,
raising my eyebrows. She laughed at me.

"They're rolling. On E. The masks have got Vicks Vapo-Rub in them. It
intensifies the high."

I looked at the other girls, seeing faces beginning to glaze over.
Cindy was worst, face flushed even in the darkness, nipples poking
through her halter top.

Meredith took my arm, leaning against me, giggling.

"So what are we going to do with her?"

"Nothing yet. Let's just enjoy ourselves first."

We plunged into the dance pit, and I quickly got into the scene, though
I had never been to one of these before. The girls were dancing around
randomly, and at one point Meredith and Amber came together in a deep
kiss. Jessica saw them, laughed, and kissed me, then Cindy, who had
lost her agitation and seemed hornier than ever. Jessica stuck her hand
under Cindy's skirt and openly masturbated her. The kids around us just
watched and grinned, equally under the influence.

Jessica started moving through the crowd, fondling people at random, and
no one seemed to mind. A few minutes later, she took her top off and
began dancing topless, making the dragon on her back writhe and dance
with her. Cindy had been hanging close to me, and when I saw Jessica's
display, I told her to follow suit. She did. Fogged with Ecstasy and
lust, she joined Jessica in the middle of the pit, big tits bouncing
with the music. I watched the two women kissing and fondling each
other. Another girl I didn't recognize joined them, then another. Soon
there were half a dozen girls dancing around topless as the other
partygoers hooted and cheered.

Meredith and Amber had appeared at my side, flushed and sweaty from
dancing. Amber had somehow acquired a pair of cheap plastic bead
necklaces.

"What do you think, Mr. B? Is this wild or what?"

"I like it."

"I think it's time for Cindy to put out."

I nodded.

"Yeah. Go get them."

They waded into the dance pit, and though it took a minute or two, they
returned with the other two women. Behind them, they left the mosh pit
of tits Jessica had started. A few guys had plunged into the mix, and I
watched the girls laughing and pulling the boys' clothes off.

I took Cindy's arm and led the rest of them toward the barn.

"You're on. Are you ready?"

She nodded rapidly. Inside the barn, we found several knots of kids
making out, spacing out on various pharmaceuticals, or both. I led
Cindy to a dark stall and the other three girls circled around us.

"Okay. Here's how it's going to go," I said. "You three are going to
fetch people for us, however you feel like doing it. Cindy is going to
stay here and give out as many blow jobs as she has to."

"What about you, Mr. B?" Meredith asked.

"I'm just going to stay here and watch. So Cindy won't be completely
alone."

"Cool."

They disappeared, and I had Cindy kneel on the floor of the stall. She
was still topless, and her big breasts heaved with her labored
breathing. The stall had a low shelf along the back, which I now sat
on.

"How many men have you fucked in your life before tonight?"

She gulped.

"Four. Including you."

I laughed softly.

"Will probably be a hundred and four after tonight. At least."

She shuddered, but stayed put.

The first victim appeared quickly, following Jessica's lead. I heard
him muttering something like, "Is this a joke?" before she led him into
the stall. It was a kid of maybe sixteen, wearing a tank-top, baggy
jeans, and a look of disbelief. Then he saw Cindy kneeling before him
and his jaw dropped.

"Holy shit."

"Drop your pants," I said. "Make yourself at home."

Struggling with his jeans, he got his cock out in about five seconds.
Cindy took it and began blowing him without preliminaries.

As Jessica watched, grinning evilly, his legs began to shake.

"Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck."

It was over in less than fifteen seconds, and he came violently into
Cindy's mouth. Then he withdrew, staggering backwards, dick dribbling
come, shiny in the dim light. Another kid had already appeared with
Meredith. He took one look at the scene before him and whipped out his
cock. Cindy took him in his mouth and began to bob slowly.

As I had expected, it took all of five minutes for the news of this
undertaking to spread through the entire party. We soon had a long line
of guys waiting for bjs. Other kids filled the stalls on either side of
us, watching and laughing as Cindy sucked off this endless succession of
cocks. She soon had come all over her face, in her hair, splattered all
over her tits. I stopped her when she made a half-hearted attempt to
wipe some of it off. She was swallowing each load per my instructions,
but a lot of it got loose.

Small cocks, medium cocks, cocks so big she could hardly get them in her
mouth. Cindy sucked them all. I watched one guy spurt such a big load
in her mouth that most of it squirted out around her lips and dribbled
all over her jutting breasts. Another pulled out early and deliberately
came in her face, smearing her chin and cheeks with sperm.

After the twentieth guy, a girl appeared at the head of the line. She
looked Cindy over in amazement.

"Does she, you know, eat pussy too?" she asked me.

"Yes. Help yourself."

The girl was wearing a short skirt, and she hiked it up and dropped her
panties. The audience howled in approval as Cindy took the girl's pussy
in her mouth and began to lick. The girl came with a shriek about three
or four minutes later.

As the girl left, Meredith jumped the line and took her place, dropping
her pants and pulling Cindy's face into her shaved crotch. When Cindy
had gotten her off, loudly and enthusiastically, Meredith went behind
Cindy, yanked up her skirt, and masturbated her from behind. Cindy's
pussy was so wet her thighs were glistening with fluid, and Meredith got
her off in about ten seconds.

On and on it went. Cindy serviced Jessica a few minutes later, and
Jessica proved to have a shaved pussy like her sister. Amber came into
the stall and sat beside me, watching raptly. Her nipples were like
little rocks, threatening to pop through the spandex of her top.

"Thinking about your gangbang?" I asked softly as Cindy swallowed up yet
another cock. Amber nodded, slipping her hand into mine.

"What are you going to do?"

"It won't be like this. Not this open and cheap. Something more
private."

"Who are they going to be?"

In front of us, the guy in Cindy's mouth came with a grunt. I watched
his balls throb, pumping sperm down her throat.

"I'll tell you when the time comes. But your identity will be
protected. I'm going to make sure of that. I'm getting you a big face
mask so they won't be able to recognize you afterward. You won't see
them; they won't see you."

She nodded again, pensively.

"Thanks."

More girls showed up to get eaten out, to the delight of the spectators.
Jessica climbed up on the stall railing and began providing a loud
play-by-play for all the kid who couldn't see. The sound of it seemed
to inspire Cindy even more. About every five or ten bjs, Meredith or
Jessica would stop things and masturbate Cindy again. By this point,
Cindy was effectively naked except for a coating of semen splattered
across the front of her body.

More than one guy asked if he could fuck her, but I denied them. This
blow-job-fest was enough for tonight.

I lost count after about fifty people, but it went on for at least an
hour afterward. I began seeing people coming back for seconds. Past
two o'clock, people began losing interest, and it finally petered out
around two-thirty. As near as I could tell, Cindy had serviced just
about every kid at the party, a lot of them more than once. She
collapsed on the stall floor in exhaustion as Meredith got her a bucket
of water to clean up.

As Cindy began cleaning the come from her body, Jessica sat down next to
me and Amber.

"You guys sure know how to party. How did you ever find her?"

"Long story," I said.

"You never did anything with her."

"I like to watch these things rather than really participate."

She looked me up and down.

"You're not one of those guys who just watches and never does anything?"

Meredith laughed.

"No way."

Jessica looked at Meredith, then back at me. I don't know how she
hadn't made the connection before now, but she did then. A grin spread
over her face.

"You fucked my little sister?"

"A couple of times," Meredith said. "He's pretty good."

I could see the wheels turning in Jessica's head, but she said nothing
else. We watched Cindy, weary and bruised, getting dressed again. She
staggered to her feet, eyes still glazed over from the drugs and the
sex.

"You're good," Jessica said. "I don't think I could ever do that many
people at once."

"Thanks," said Cindy hoarsely.

---

We drove home. Cindy passed out in exhaustion on the way back, and
Amber and Meredith chatted quietly about school. Jessica sat beside me
picking idly at strands of lint on the car seat.

"You know . . ." she began.

"What?"

"Don't take this the wrong way, but when I saw you, I thought you were
kind of a scrub. Not somebody who would ever do something like this.
Just a dumb jock. I mean, really don't take this the wrong way, you are
cute, but you've kind of got that look."

"I know."

"But that's not who you are."

"No. As you saw."

"I've done it with more than one person before. But that . . . God.
I've never done anything like that. Ever."

"Seemed like you enjoyed yourself."

She nodded. She was quiet a moment.

"My sister and Amber are fucking."

"Yes."

"And you're fucking them."

"Yes. Mostly Amber, but yes."

"So where does Cindy fit in to this?"

"She's our fuck toy. This gangbang was Meredith's idea, actually."

She nodded again. She said nothing more until we got back.

---

Cindy left when we got home, staggering out to her car in a daze. It
was very late by now, almost four a.m., and I fell asleep on the couch
in the basement as the girls showed Jessica the little dungeon we had
built.

I awoke to someone sucking my cock. I groped clumsily at the head in my
lap, feeling long hair that was not Amber's.

I opened my eyes. It was Jessica, topless, bobbing slowly up and down
on my erection. Across the room, Amber and Meredith were asleep in each
other's arms on the floor, clothes in disarray.

Jessica looked up at me, watching my reaction. Keeping her mouth locked
on my dick, she began undressing. As soon as she was naked, she climbed
onto my lap and sat down slowly, swallowing me into her bald pussy.

I fondled her full breasts and pierced nipples as she rode me, looking
over at Amber.

"She and Mere were making out for a while after you passed out on us,"
Jessica said softly.

"And you?"

"I watched. I was waiting for you to wake up." She squeezed me with
her inner muscles. "I finally decided not to wait anymore."

We rolled onto the floor after a minute or two. Jessica wound up on top
again. The two girls were only a few feet away now. Jessica leaned
back, taking me completely inside herself, rolling her hips back and
forth.

When I looked over at Amber again a minute later, she was awake.
Watching us. She untangled herself slowly from Meredith, who remained
asleep, and sat up. She disrobed slowly and crawled over next to us.

Jessica leaned over, putting her hand behind Amber's head, and pulled
her close to kiss her. Amber returned the kiss, cupping Jessica's left
tit in her hand. Jessica continued fucking me, and now made out with
Amber at the same time.

I reached out to stroke Amber's butt, and when she looked down at me, I
motioned for her to sit on my face. She did, facing Jessica, and
dropped her bald, pierced pussy onto my mouth. The two girls embraced,
kissing and fondling each other's pierced nipples. Jessica began to
moan softly, riding me faster. Amber rubbed her clit against my mouth
as I pummeled her with my tongue.

I felt Jessica's pussy begin to pulse around me as she approached
orgasm. Suddenly I felt something between us, and I looked out from
between Amber's thighs to see Amber fingering Jessica as she rode me.
Finally Jessica let out a soft cry, drove herself down on my cock and
Amber's fingers, and came hard. Amber began to shake and quiver over my
mouth, and she came shortly afterward.

I don't know when she had awoken, but I realized Meredith was kneeling
beside us. Jessica rose off my cock, and then Meredith threw a leg over
my waist, taking her place. Meredith and Amber were soon making out
again as I fucked up at Meredith. I was getting close myself, thrusting
upwards at her. Meredith came, and Amber came again, throwing herself
to the side as it peaked. Jessica, laughing, took her place, and now I
had both sisters at once, one on my cock and one on my mouth. It was
enough to send me over the edge, and I spurted violently into Meredith,
all the pent-up energy of the night blowing free at once. I came so
hard my head spun. Meredith and Jessica fell together on top of me,
giggling, and Amber piled on top of us.

I lay still, resting. Someone was sucking my cock again. This time it
_was_ Amber, cleaning up the accumulated come, male and female, all over
me. Jessica squirmed around to lick my right nipple, and Meredith
quickly copied her. With that kind of attention, I regained my erection
quickly, and began fucking Amber in earnest. Meredith and Jessica took
turns sitting on Amber's face as I fucked her, each getting off in turn.
I kept fucking Amber until I came, dick burning with the effort as
Amber got off herself.

By now it was nearly dawn, but the girls were still not sated. Amber
and Jessica wound up sixty-nining each other as Meredith idly sucked my
cock, rubbing her tongue stud back and forth over me. When she had it
erect again, a while later, I fucked Jessica from behind as Amber ate
her from below. Meredith then stood over her sister so I could eat her
as I fucked Jessica, and the four of us managed to get off together.
Having come with all three of them, I then collapsed into my own bed
upstairs. Amber came with me while Meredith and Jessica slept in the
basement.

---

I woke up around two. Amber was still asleep beside me, curled up
against my chest. I played idly with strands of her blonde hair, images
from the previous night spinning through my head. Not too long from
now, it would be Amber where Cindy had been, fucking and sucking the
football team, taking their cocks up her ass and their come in her face.
I had woken up with an erection, and it got even harder as I though of
what she would do, so hard it hurt.

Could she do it? Would she? I had no real doubt in my mind about that
now, not after watching her watching Cindy last night. She wanted to be
where Cindy was. Had I told her to take Cindy's place, she probably
would have.

No. She _would_ have done it. She would have stood up and shoved Cindy
aside to suck that parade of cocks without a moment's hesitation. I had
seen that in her eyes. She wanted it as bad as I did.

Maybe more.

She stirred beside me, waking. She snuggled against my shoulder.

"Mmm."

I rolled over, taking her in my arms.

"It's almost two. You might want to call your folks."

She moaned in displeasure.

"No. I told them I was going straight from Mere's to school. For our
thing."

"Oh."

She found my cock, squeezing it.

"Fuck me."

She dove under the sheets, taking my erection in her mouth, sucking it
hard, forcing it down her throat. For the first time, she managed to
swallow the entire length, getting her nose down to my balls. I
groaned, groping at her head. She bobbed rapidly, for nearly a minute,
keeping most of it in her throat and pulling back only to catch her
breath. After three times that morning, it took a while for my balls to
wake up, but she managed to do it.

Then she was up, on me, enveloping me, swallowing me up. Her face was a
mask of lust, filled with a predatory gleam I had never seen before.
She squeezed me with her pussy, so hard it hurt.

I groaned, arching my back.

"Do you like that?"

I groaned again, incapable of speech.

"It's those fucking balls you make me carry around. I think I could
open a beer bottle with my pussy now."

She did it again, almost pinching it off. I grabbed at her hips,
throwing her to the side, rolling on top of her. I tried to withdraw,
but I couldn't do it. She was squeezing me too hard. Spots appeared
before my eyes.

She pulled me down and licked my ear.

"I'm your fuck toy. This is what you've made me into. Like it?"

Like it? I lost it. I fucked her like a wild animal, driving into her
so hard I must have hurt her, but she took it all. Her pussy pulsed
around me like a vibrator, pinching the head of my cock every time I
pulled out. She came with a shriek, limbs flailing, then clamped down
so hard she pinched off my incipient orgasm. I came, but my sperm could
not flow out of me. My head spun.

I lost control of my body. My conscious mind dissolved into a fog of
sex. I didn't come back to earth until I realized I had collapsed on
top of Amber, both of us gasping for breath, chests heaving.

I rolled off of her, staring at the ceiling, feeling the sweat cooling
on my forehead.

Amber sat up slowly, pushing her long blonde hair back over her head.

"God. That hurt. I'm going to be walking bow-legged."

"Ungh."

She giggled weakly and fell across my chest.

"Fuck. Fuck," I gasped.

"Toy," she giggled. "Fuck toy. Yours. Your fuck toy."

I slid my arms around her, still shaking.

---

Chapter 15.

Amber's dodge with her parents appeared to have worked, and I took her
over to the school around four so her mother could pick her up. I
stayed to chat with her, telling Mrs. Johnson how much Amber had
improved, how much she seemed to be learning now. Amber's mother was
beaming at me by that point, so she didn't see the evil grin on her
daughter's face.

Cindy called me later that day, trying to tell me in a backhand and
halting fashion how much she had enjoyed the previous night. Her voice
was still hoarse and weary, but she got the point across.

"I was counting," she said at one point.

"Counting? You mean the people you were doing?"

"Yes. I'm not certain, I got a little lost toward the end, but I
counted a hundred and eighty-one. That includes your three girls."

"Wow. I didn't think it was that many."

She was quiet a moment.

"Mike," she asked hoarsely. "Could I ask you something?"

"What?"

"Why didn't you fuck me? I think I did everyone at that party except
you."

"I don't like to participate in gangbangs. I just like to watch them."

"Did . . . did you fuck the girls when you got home?"

"Yes."

"I'm sorry. I should have stayed. I just thought . . . I thought that
somehow you didn't want me. That I had disappointed you somehow. That
was why I just left."

"It's all right. It wasn't you. You did great."

"All right. Thank you for that. And for everything. I could never
have done something like that myself. I'm not brave enough."

"There are other things we could do. If you enjoy that sort of thing."

"Like what?"

I had gotten this idea the previous night, after watching our jeering
audience.

"Like your entering an amateur strip contest. There are places we could
all go in Lincoln. With your tits and piercings, I bet you'd be quite
popular. You and Amber both. Odds are you'd get propositioned by some
of the men in the audience afterward. You might end up fucking some of
them in the alley behind the bar."

A few moments of silence.

"Is that what you want me to do?"

"Let me talk to Amber. I'll let you know."

---

I wasn't comfortable calling Amber again that day--I was afraid it might
look suspicious--so I had to wait until she showed up Sunday afternoon.
I pitched the idea, and she pointed out an immediate problem I hadn't
even considered, though I should have.

"How am I supposed to get in? I'm only seventeen."

"You don't have a fake I.D. or something?"

"No. Meredith might, but I don't."

Meredith and Amber looked nothing alike, so that wasn't a solution.

"I wonder if we could scare one up."

"I've heard of people sending away for them," she said, "but that--"

"--would take weeks. I know. And there's no telling if the I.D.'s
would even work."

I sat down and thought for a few moments.

"Are you interested in doing this otherwise? If we can get you in?"

She shrugged, utterly unconcerned.

"Sure. It would be fun."

My God, had she changed. This was the girl who, months earlier, had
been shaking like a leaf at the prospect of just getting into my car
with her clothes off. Now it was, amateur strip contest-- great, let's
go.

"I wonder if Cindy could get you guys inside."

"How?"

"She might be able to talk the bouncer into it, if you know what I
mean."

She pursed her lips to keep from grinning.

"Oh. You mean--"

"Whatever it took."

"Okay. Let's do it then."

"It may not work. It might mean a trip to Lincoln for nothing."

Her eyes got a mischievous glint.

"If he's not interested in her, I bet I could convince him."

I struggled with the primal thrill that shot through my gut when I saw
the look on her face.

"Not yet. I have something special planned for you."

She fidgeted for a second, then sat down beside me on the couch, pulling
her feet up under her butt.

"Are you going to tell me what's going to happen? Or is it going to be
a surprise?"

"It's not quite set up yet. But I'm thinking it will happen in another
week or two."

Her face paled a little.

"Next week?"

"No. The weekend after next at the soonest."

"So what is it?"

I stared at my hands for a few seconds. I don't know why I was so
reticent about this--maybe I was afraid that when I finally told her,
she would reject the idea. But it was probably time.

"It's the Bet," I said softly.

"The bet?"

"_The_ Bet. With the football team."

She sucked in a little gasp. "Oh." Her breathing accelerated. "Oh."
Her face got a little paler. "Oh, my God."

She sat there breathing rapidly for a few seconds.

"Do they know about me?"

"No. They never will. They don't even know what I'm going to do,
exactly. Just that if they finish 8-3, I'm going to get them all laid."

"The whole team?"

"No. Just the defense. Twenty guys. No one else knows."

She looked past me at the wall. She was quiet for about ten seconds.

"I'm going to fuck all of them."

"Well . . . that's the Bet, at least."

"They would have to win the next two games."

"I know."

"The last game is against Carson. We haven't beaten them in, like, five
years."

"I know."

"What if they don't?"

"I don't know. I'll figure that out if it happens."

She sat there squirming for a few seconds.

"I need to think about this."

"Do you still want to do it?"

"Well . . . I did . . . as a fantasy, I guess. This is different. I
mean, God, some of those guys are my friends. Or they were, before I
started this thing with you. I went out with Tommy Nelson a couple of
times in tenth grade."

"It may not happen."

"Part of me wants it to. But I don't know."

She closed her eyes and clenched her fists a few times.

"I can do it. I can do it. You just need to give me some time to get
used to the idea."

"You have all the time you need."

She took a couple of deep breaths, then relaxed slowly.

"Okay. What about the strip contest?"

"I'll talk to Cindy. I'm sure she'll be cooperative."

---

Cindy, as I expected, was receptive to the idea. "I'll do whatever you
want me to," she told me. Meredith wanted to come along but was not the
least bit interested in stripping. Amber, of course, was looking
forward to it.

I called this topless bar in Lincoln that I'd been to once or twice, and
discovered that they still conducted Amateur Night every Tuesday. Bring
your own outfit and music, topless only, otherwise do what you want.
Twenty-one and over, of course, but we had that problem covered.

Meredith and I helped Amber pick out her outfits Monday afternoon.
Meredith wanted her to do some deranged Catholic Schoolgirl bit, but I
thought that was asking for trouble. Since she had two dances to do, we
settled on The Farmer's Daughter (cut-off jeans and flannel shirt) and
Trailer Trash Slut (multiple layers of spandex).

Everyone arrived at my place around eight on Tuesday, and we piled into
the car. Cindy had shown up in what appeared to be her work clothes (a
trim wool-knit suit) until you got a look at her underwear. I told her
she had to do at least one dance as the Sexy Teacher; the other was up
to her.

The bar was in downtown Lincoln, not far from the adult bookstore we had
visited a few weeks back. The neighborhood was on the seedy side, with
a vacant lot next to the building and a couple of boarded-up businesses
nearby.

I gave Amber and Meredith some money for the cover charge and told them
to stay put for the moment. They stayed in the car while Cindy and I
went up to the entrance.

"Just follow my lead," I said quietly.

She nodded, face tight and nervous.

I paid the bouncer, who let us in after checking our I.D.'s. I asked
him about the strip contest, and he pointed me toward an office in back,
where we were supposed to talk to someone named Steve.

This place was far from being some kind of high-class "gentleman's
club." I saw about ten or fifteen kids who were almost certainly
students from UNL, and about an equal number of random middle-aged men.
More than one of them ogled Cindy as we walked toward the back.

There was only one stage, a long narrow platform sticking out into the
main room. The bar was along the back wall, and in the far corner was
Steve's office. The door was open and Cindy followed me in. There I
found a beefy, balding guy in his late forties.

"We're here for the contest," I said.

He looked Cindy over briefly, then shoved a clipboard across the desk
toward her.

"Sign up there. Entry fee's ten bucks."

As Cindy bent to fill out her spot on the clipboard, I slowly closed the
door. Steve's eyebrows went up as he saw me do it.

"Actually, I've got a couple of other girls who want to enter, but there
might be a slight problem with them."

He eyed me suspiciously.

"What kind of problem?"

"Let's just say they're not going to be able to show their I.D's at the
door."

He snorted.

"Underage? No fucking way. Get out of here."

"My friend here really wants to see them dance. She'd be willing to do
just about anything to change your mind."

He glanced back and forth between me and Cindy. I nudged Cindy, and she
began removing her suit. The nervous agitation in her eyes was at war
with the aroused flush spreading over her neck and chest. She handed me
her jacket, then slipped out of her skirt. As I had instructed, she
wore only white stockings and a garter belt under it. Steve's eyebrows
rose even further when he got a good look at her clit ring. Cindy
continued disrobing until she was naked except for the stockings,
handing me each item of clothing as it came off.

Steve swallowed hard. His eyes moved back and forth from Cindy's pussy
to her big DD-cup tits.

"Are you a cop?"

"Would a cop let things get this far? Nah, I just want my other friends
to have a fair chance to compete tonight."

"What . . . what will she do?"

"Name it."

"Can I fuck her in the ass?"

"Be my guest."

I motioned to Cindy, who moved around behind Steve's desk. He slid back
in his chair as Cindy dropped to her knees in front of him. I watched,
more amused than aroused, as she dug out his dick and sucked it into her
mouth. He groaned, grabbing her head and moving it faster. Cindy's
tits dipped and swayed as she blew him.

She sucked Steve off for about a minute before he pulled her up and
pushed her toward his desk. She bent over completely, pushing her ass
out for him, and he struggled to force his cock inside her. I watched
Cindy grimacing as he began to fuck her, but she wasn't fooling me. I
could smell the scent of her wet pussy even across the room.

Both of them began grunting and moaning as Steve fucked her roughly,
making her big tits pancake on his desk. He reached around for them at
one point, squishing and manhandling her. Cindy didn't seem to mind.
She shoved a hand underneath herself and began masturbating rapidly.
She let out a cry of release just as Steve dumped his load in her guts.
He pulled out with a "pop" and fell back into his chair.

"Shit. Shit," he gasped.

I saw a box of tissues on the desk and handed them to Cindy. She
cleaned herself up and got dressed quickly.

"So do we have a deal?"

"Uh. Uh. Yeah. Hold on a second."

He pulled up his pants and motioned for me to follow him. We went out
to the front door.

"Where are they?"

I leaned outside and put my fingers to my mouth, whistling for Amber and
Meredith. They emerged from my car and came walking up the sidewalk.

"Fuck," Steve muttered. Then he turned to the bouncer. "Don't card
these two."

The bouncer's eyes swelled.

"What?"

"Don't card them. Just let them in."

"Uh . . ." He looked back and forth between me and Steve. "Okay."

The girls reached the door and paid the cover. Amber gave the bouncer a
flirty smile and took my arm. Meredith just grinned.

Steve stared angrily at the floor as we entered the bar.

"They do anything stupid, it's your ass, not mine."

"They'll be fine."

"They don't drink. Just strip."

"They're not here to drink."

Shaking his head, he returned to his office, where Amber signed in for
the contest as well. After that, she and Cindy had to go into the back
to get ready with the other girls, and Meredith and I took a table near
the stage. She kept looking around, more intrigued than nervous.

"This is pretty sleazy."

"It's a topless bar. What do you expect?"

The waitress came by, and I ordered a beer for myself and Diet Coke for
Meredith. We watched the regular girls finishing their sets before the
contest, and no one paid us much attention.

Finally, at 10:30, the DJ announced that it was time for the Amateur
Contest, which provoked a round of cheering from the college boys.
There were only three other contestants besides Amber and Cindy. The
first two looked to be girls from the university, reasonably cute and
reasonably good dancers, but the first girl had really droopy tits, and
the second girl was sporting a bad blonde dye job. Neither one get much
of a reaction from the crowd.

Then came Cindy. She started nervously and tentatively, like she was
trying to pretend to be a dancer instead of just dance. She lost her
jacket, then her skirt, and at this point, the college boys began to
realize just how big her tits were. When she unbuttoned her blouse,
leaving herself down to white bra, panties and stockings, some of them
jumped up and started hooting and pumping their fists.

By now, she seemed to be getting into it--more than into it, in fact. I
could see the familiar flush of arousal on her chest, and her movements
were more natural. She began teasing the crowd with her bra, playing
with her tits, and only when the college kids were thoroughly riled up
did she finally expose herself. They cheered at the sight of her big
tits, and then cheered again as she held them up by her nipple rings.
She spent the rest of the dance bouncing around, bending over, and
otherwise getting as much mileage out of her bustline as she could.

While the rest of the men were watching Cindy's tits, I was watching the
white satin panties I had specifically told her to wear. The first spot
of wetness over her pussy appeared about two-thirds of the way through,
and by the end of her song, it was about the size of a quarter. I
couldn't have been the only person to see it. She left the stage to
considerable cheering.

The fourth girl appeared to be yet another college student, and she was
the most disappointing of all--small tits and bulges of fat around her
panties, although she could still dance fairly well. She got a little
attention, but not much.

Knowing Amber was next, my heart began beating faster in my chest.
Meredith nudged me, and I saw her grinning.

"Nervous?"

"A little."

She laughed a little and turned back toward the stage.

Amber had picked out a fast, funky dance tune to do her first set, and
she came strutting right out as soon as it started. I could see the
other men in the bar reacting to her apparent youth, and several of the
older men whispering something to each other.

Amber was far more modestly endowed than Cindy, but she was also--if I
may say so--the prettiest of the bunch tonight. Furthermore, she was
more into this than I would ever have expected. She was in her Farmer's
Daughter outfit, and she began swaying with the music while she gripped
the waist of her cut-offs, running her hands up and down between her
legs, and pinching her nipples through her blouse. She unbuttoned it
about halfway but kept it on, did a spin around the pole, then bent over
so far that the crotch of her cut-offs almost split her labia.

"Wow," Meredith said. I glanced at her quickly, seeing a look of
amazement on her face.

Amber wriggled out of her cut-offs, exposing a pair of thong panties
that were probably too skimpy for this venue. Lincoln had strict rules
about exotic dancing, and one of them required "full bottoms," that is,
not exposing anywhere near as much butt as Amber was now doing.

No one seemed to mind. The college kids were getting riled up again as
Amber licked her lips and pressed her middle finger against her pussy,
pumping it rhythmically toward them. Then she threw off her blouse,
exposing her tits and the gold chain connecting her nipple rings. She
licked the tips of her index fingers and, in unison, used them to tease
her nipples into erection as the college kids cheered.

My cock was so hard I couldn't move. The slightest friction would have
me squirting off in my pants. This was not Amber, at least not the
Amber I had known up to now. I didn't know who she was, this shameless
sexpot up on the stage.

She continued in that vein until the song ended. Then she waved to the
crowd, collected her clothes, and left to an even bigger ovation than
Cindy had generated.

The second round of dances began, and it became clear that the crowd was
no longer interested in the other three girls. More than one of the
guys yelled for the DJ to bring Amber or Cindy back right away.

Getting the message, they sent the other three girls out first.
Finally, when it was Cindy's turn, the college kids jumped up and
cheered. She emerged from the back in an orange string bikini, and
again gave the crowd as much of her tits as they wanted. Her top came
off at once, and I could tell she had shed her nervousness entirely. As
before, I watched her bottoms, and she was wet almost immediately. When
she bent over at the waist toward the end of her song, everyone in the
bar had to see it.

"I can't believe she teaches at my school," Meredith said.

"No kidding."

"She's like, somebody else tonight."

"Her and Amber."

She nodded, still amazed.

Amber's dance was the last of the night, and she emerged in her Trailer
Trash spandex, miniskirt and multiple bra tops. In contrast to her
first song, this one was slow and rhythmic, with a lot of heavy bass.
She writhed to the center of the stage, and then--there was no other way
to put this--proceeded to make love to herself in front of the entire
bar.

She began by massaging her breasts, pinching her nipples through the
spandex until they were standing out like peanuts under the fabric.
Then she slowly worked the miniskirt down, exposing another thong. One
hand covered her pussy, the other her breasts, and she rubbed herself
slowly and smoothly in time with the music. The hand on her crotch came
up, she sucked her middle finger in and out of her mouth several times,
then returned to it spot between her thighs.

The first bra top came off, then the second. She lowered herself slowly
to the stage and lay on her back, pulling on her nipple rings until her
tits were stretched out away from her chest. She slid a hand down, and
began rubbing herself again, only this time she humped her hips up at
the air as she did it. She kept that up until the end of the song, and
by then the entire crotch of her panties was soaked through. When she
was done, the entire clump of kids from UNL jumped up and howled in
approval.

I glanced at Meredith, who sat there pale-faced. I took her hand and
squeezed it. She finally shook her head in shock as Amber left the
stage.

"Jesus."

"I know," I said weakly.

The DJ brought all five girls back out on stage, all of them still
topless. He made a half-hearted attempt to present the other three, but
the college boys jeered and called for Cindy and Amber. When Cindy came
up, about half of them jumped up to cheer. Cindy beamed, blushing, and
looked toward Meredith and me. I waved toward her. Then came Amber.
The rest of the college kids cheered for her, but so did the rest of the
bar, including, of course, Meredith and myself. She was sporting a
mile-wide grin and not a trace of nervousness.

The DJ moved the other three to the back and presented Cindy and Amber
again. He had the customers vote a couple of times, and Amber finally
won by about 60-40. She took a big bow and teased her nipple rings one
last time. Then the DJ passed out the cash for first and second place
and led the girls off the stage.

Amber came bouncing out of the back after about a minute and gave me a
big hug.

"Did you like that?"

"I'm still in shock. I didn't know you had that in you."

"It was fun. I had a blast."

"We could tell," Meredith said. "Jesus, girl."

"Too slutty?"

"Over the edge. I swear."

Amber gave us an evil grin.

"Good."

I saw Cindy coming out, and as she approached, I could sense some
embarrassment in her. Amber stroked her arm rapidly.

"You did pretty good."

"Thanks. Congratulations."

I led my little harem out the car, and we headed for home. Amber teased
me most of the way back, knowing I was sporting a major woody. It was
late by the time we got back, so I sent them all home after letting
Amber and Cindy give me a quick blow job.

---

We won again that Friday, taking the team to 7-3 and setting up a
season-ending contest against Kit Carson High School a few towns over.
We hadn't beaten them in years, as Amber said, and I had my doubts this
year too, even though we were playing them at home. They were 8-2, and
this game would determine who represented our conference in the regional
playoffs. Amber and I knew what this game also meant, as did my charges
on the defense. With that in mind, she and Meredith came with me that
Friday to watch the game.

It started out well enough, with our defense stopping Carson on the
first drive after one first down. They punted, and our offense took
over. Unfortunately, they could do nothing, and the drive ended after
two consecutive sacks.

So it went for the rest of the first quarter. Neither team could do
anything on offense, and we ended the first fifteen minutes with a
scoreless tie. The second quarter began with our team finally putting
together a drive, moving sixty yards up the field on simple smash-mouth
runs up the middle. We got down to the fifteen-yard-line, and I could
feel something starting to happen. I looked up in the stands for Amber,
seeing her sitting with Meredith about four rows up from the field. She
gave me a quick grin and a thumbs-up.

Two plays got us nowhere. On third down, Coach Everett sent in a run
around the left side, and our tailback broke through the line. He raced
down toward the end zone, and at the five yard line, the Carson safety
caught up to him. I and everyone else on our side of the field then
watched in horror as he poked the ball out from the tailback's grip. It
went flying out of his arms, bounced over the goal line, then out of
bounds for a touchback. Various groans and cries of disgust filled the
air around me as the Carson players and fans cheered wildly.

Carson took over at the twenty yard line, and the turnover seemed to
have knocked the wind out of our guys. Carson moved quickly across
midfield. When that play was over, I waved Tommy Nelson over to the
sidelines. He ran over as quickly as he could.

"Come on! You guys have got to get your shit together! This is going
to be a low-scoring game, and we can't afford to let them get anything!"

"We're trying, Coach, we're trying."

"Tell James and Alan to stop waiting for the blocks. We've got to keep
that line closed before they get at us."

I smacked him on the butt and sent him back in. Carson got down to the
thirty-yard-line on the next two plays, then we were finally able to
stop them. They tried a long field goal that went wide right.

Our offense took over, but again could do nothing. The halftime whistle
blew with our drive stalled at midfield and the score still 0-0.

Coach Everett alternately praised and ranted at the squad during
halftime, trying to figure out some way to put some points on the board.
When we returned to the field, I looked up again for Amber. She was
still there, though she was starting to look nervous. I wasn't quite
sure why, though, whether she was nervous about the team winning--or
about it losing.

The third quarter produced more of the same, back and forth up the field
with no one managing any points. A tie was as good as a win for Carson,
since they would go to the regionals by virtue of a better record. We
had to win. Unfortunately, our offense was going nowhere.

Five minutes into the fourth quarter, something finally started to
happen. We got another drive going, and got down to the
twenty-yard-line. Coach Everett called a reverse, and I watched as our
quarterback handed off to the fullback, who darted across the backfield
toward the tailback.

Then everything went to shit.

The fullback somehow botched the handoff, and the ball went flying. One
of the Carson linebackers had read the reverse by this point and had
squirted through our offensive line. The ball bounced right at him, and
he snatched it out of the air. As our fullback and tailback tried to
get untangled, the Carson linebacker raced past them toward the opposite
end zone. Some of our players chased after him, but it was futile. The
Carson stands went wild as their team finally scored.

Coach Everett began cursing and screaming at the offense as the kids
trudged off the field, heads down. The Carson kicker missed the extra
point, but we somehow all knew it wasn't going to matter.

For the next ten minutes, our offense did its best to atone for the
turnover, but managed nothing. The game, and our season, ended at 6-0.

I tried to comfort the kids as best I could, not that it made much
difference. Then I looked up in the stands for Amber. She was sitting
quietly, staring down at her hands. Meredith was saying something to
her, but I was too far away to hear it. I tried to ignore the ache in
my gut and wondered what we were going to do now.

Not much I _could_ do at this point. I followed the players off the
field and into the locker room.

---

Amber was waiting for me, alone at my car, when I finally emerged from
the building. She looked up once, quickly, then back down at her feet.

"Hey." I said.

"Hey."

"How you doing?"

She shrugged weakly.

"We lost."

"I know."

"Which means they lost the Bet."

I swallowed hard.

"I know."

I got in the car. She got in the passenger seat and immediately laid
her head on my lap.

"Where's Meredith?"

"She went home. I told her I needed to talk to you alone."

She was quiet as I drove home.

"I guess this means no gangbang."

"I don't know. I need to think about it."

"They did pretty good, though, don't you think?"

"The team? Yeah."

"It's not the defense's fault we lost. It was a fumble."

"I know."

She didn't say anything for a few seconds.

"So . . . I was thinking, maybe . . . that it's not fair that they lost
the Bet."

I took a ragged breath.

"You could say that."

"The defense guys didn't lose the game."

"No. They did great."

I had to stop the car. Amber sat back in her seat. I took her hand and
held it tightly.

"Amber, if you want to say something, say it."

She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

"I want to do the gangbang. I don't care about the game. I want to
give them what you promised them."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Yes, I am sure."

"It's twenty guys. Twenty teenage boys, some of whom--hell, maybe most
of whom--haven't even been laid before. They're going to go crazy on
you. You'll probably have to fuck them all twice, maybe even three
times each."

"I know. I want to do it."

I closed my eyes. My heart was pounding my chest so hard that I almost
couldn't breath.

"Mike?"

"What?"

"Are you all right?"

"I'm fine."

"You're okay with this, right?"

"Yes. I'm okay with it."

She squeezed my hand.

"Take me home. Take me home and fuck me."

I took my foot off the break and stomped on the gas. The rear wheels
cut loose for a second, squealing across the asphalt. I raced back to
my house, and we ran inside as soon as the car was stopped.

We didn't make it to the bedroom. Amber dragged me down on the floor,
tearing at my clothes. I shoved her top up to expose her tits and then
frantically began unbuttoning her jeans. She opened my pants and then
shoved down her jeans and panties, kicking them off her legs. I fell
onto her, burying my cock into her with one thrust.

She was as wet as a river, and we fucked like two wild animals. Her
nails left claw marks on my back as I hammered into her. She came,
shrieking, pussy pinching down on my cock. It was over within a minute,
and I erupted inside her like a fire hose.

I rolled off of her as I came back to earth. I could smell the scent of
our coupling in the air.

"Get my the phone," I gasped.

She came up on her elbows.

"Why?"

"I need to call Tommy Nelson. To tell him the Bet is on after all."

"Oh. Oh."

She got up and staggered toward the kitchen.

---

I found Tommy Nelson at home, commiserating some of the other players.

"Hey, Coach."

"Who else is there with you?"

"Uh, just Jack and Tony. And Wesley. We weren't in the mood to do
much."

All kids from the defense. That was good.

"I was thinking about the Bet we made."

"Uh." Signs of life sprang back into his voice. "What about it,
Coach?"

"The thing is, I've kind of already set some things in motion. I guess
I was jumping the gun thinking we could win tonight. And I've been
sitting here thinking that it's not our fault we lost. It was those
numb-nuts on the offense who screwed it up."

"Uh. Yeah, Coach." He wasn't trying to hide his excitement now. "It
was. It was."

"So, what, I'm thinking, is that you guys held up your end of the deal.
So I'm thinking I have to hold up my end of it to."

"Oh, fu--I mean, uh, you mean it, Coach? You really mean it?"

"Yes. If you don't mind, tell the rest of the defense to come by my
house tomorrow night at eight exactly, okay?"

"Okay, Coach." He laughed giddily. "Oh, Jesus. Oh, Jesus."

"Don't come by too early, and for Christ's sake, don't be late."

"We won't Coach, I swear."

"All right. See you then."

I hung up, hearing him howling with glee over the line.

Amber had been watching me, face tight.

"It's done," I said.

She just nodded and looked down at the floor.

---

I spent the next day organizing and sanitizing the basement. I ordered
a keg of Budweiser from the liquor store and picked it up around four.
I called the local Dominos and ordered ten large pizzas to be delivered
at eight. Amber came over at five, explaining that Meredith was
covering for her, that her parents thought she was spending the night
over there.

"How much does Meredith know?"

"Nothing. I just told her that I was spending the night with you."

"Okay. The fewer people who know about this, the better."

She helped me set up the exercise mats I had borrowed from the school
gym, and we laid them across the basement floor to create a wide
"performance area." Amber was quiet most of the afternoon, helpful but
saying very little. It wasn't nervousness, exactly, really just
profound anticipation. I asked her several times if she was sure about
this, and each time she assured me she was.

At six, there was nothing left to do but wait. I sat down in the living
room and tried to watch television. Amber went back into my bedroom to
lie down.

At six-thirty, she emerged, wearing what she knew was my favorite
outfit, a blue silk baby-doll nightgown. She knelt on the floor by my
knees and took my hand.

"What's up?"

"Would you make love to me first? Before they get here? I want you to
be the first and the last tonight."

I gulped.

"Okay."

She led me to the bedroom and lay down. I took her in my arms and began
caressing her slowly. She seemed to have regressed to the old Amber,
shy and quiet, and let me take the lead. I kissed her all over, nursing
her breasts, then sliding down to use my mouth and tongue to make love
to her. She came quickly, deeply, quietly, and pulled me up immediately
to enter her. We moved together, holding each other. She was so wet I
could hardly feel her, even when she squeezed herself around me. She
came again, and again, slowly coming to life. We rolled over, and she
began riding me eagerly, bouncing up and down on my erection. She came
with a shriek this time, hammering down onto me, and the sight of it was
too much. I squirted off as deeply as I could get, lifting her into the
air.

We lay together afterward, not talking. Amber got up to take a quick
shower, and when she emerged, I handed her the leather facemask I had
gotten for tonight. All they would see was her hair and her mouth. She
went down to the basement, and I returned to the living room to wait.

The first carload of kids arrived at seven-forty-five, Alan and James,
two of the defensive linemen, and with them Jason and Evan, the two
cornerbacks. The next group, Tommy Nelson, Welsley Warner and about
five others, pulled up in Tommy's pickup truck a few minutes later.

I showed them into the living room and just smiled when they asked me
what was going to happen. The available seats filled up quickly and the
others just sat on the floor.

The rest of them arrived over the next couple of minutes. The pizza
delivery guy showed up at 7:55, and my charges were momentarily
distracted by the food. By eight, everyone was here.

I shut and locked my front door and then returned to the living room,
seeing twenty eager, nervous faces watching me. They stopped wolfing
down the pizza and waited expectantly.

"All right. Welcome to my Bet."

They erupted in cheering and high fives.

"I know I have been very vague about this, but you should have all
gotten the idea about what is going to happen tonight. Just to clear up
any misunderstanding, yes, you are all going to get laid."

The cheers and howls rattled the walls this time, and I was momentarily
worried about the neighbors complaining. I motioned for silence.

"However. What I have planned may not be quite what you're expecting.
I do not, in case you're wondering, have the money to take you all to a
whorehouse. What we're going to do is something a little different."

I paused to watch their reactions. Every eye in the room was fixed on
me. Even Wesley had stopped eating, and believe me, that was an
accomplishment.

"I have a friend, a girl I knew in college, who is on the wild side
sexually. She likes to experiment and push her limits, and one of her
fantasies has always been to get gangbanged by a football team."

Jaws dropped around the room, and amazed giggles and eager laughter shot
through the group.

"She is downstairs in the basement right now waiting for you."

More hoots of excitement erupted, and several of the boys shot to their
feet. I held up my hands to stop them.

"Before we get started, I need to lay down some ground rules. First,
you are not going to see her face. She is wearing a face mask because
she does not want anyone to know who she is. You don't know her anyway;
she just wants to be safe. Leave her mask alone. Don't try to take it
off. That will just screw this up for everyone else, okay?"

Several of them nodded rapidly, bouncing eagerly in their seats.

"Second: this girl is kinky. I doubt there is much you could do to her
that will turn her off. Basically, whatever you want to do, you can do.
Fuck her in the ass. Come in her mouth. Come in her face. Talk to
dirty to her if you want. She likes that. She won't be talking to you,
but don't worry about treating her nicely. She wants to be treated like
a slut tonight."

By now they were so eager and horny that some of them seemed ready come
where they were sitting.

"Third: there is no time limit to this orgy tonight. We'll be here
until you want to leave. You can have her until you don't want any more
of her. She's in good shape, and she can take it."

"What about you, Coach?" Tommy asked. I shook my head.

"This is for you guys. She and I have already taken care of our
arrangements."

Various cheers and laughter came in response to that, and to be honest,
I was starting to feel quite giddy myself.

"Next, because you can't all have her at once, we're going to pull
numbers out of a hat to determine the order. However, don't let this be
too rigid. I should tell you that this girl is hoping to get more than
one of you at once tonight, however you want to do it. Work that out
between yourselves, but she'll be quite disappointed if it doesn't
happen."

As they waited, almost ready to burst, I found my Nebraska ball cap with
the twenty folded numbers in it and held it up.

"One at a time, and no fooling around."

They jumped to their feet and crowed around me, all reaching for the
cap. One by one they opened their number, reacting with hoots or
groans. Josiah, one of the linebackers, got the first number, followed
by Tony and James. Ben Tyler, the backup safety, got number twenty,
groaning in disappointment. Tommy and Tony laughed at him, yelling
"Sloppy twentieths! Sloppy twentieths!"

I motioned again for silence.

"That is about it. Just enjoy yourselves. There's a keg down there,
but you won't want to get too drunk, I think."

I turned and held my arm out toward the door to the basement.

"Have at her, boys."

---

Chapter 16

Amber asked me the other day why I'm spending so much time on this
project, why I've used up 50,000 words detailing her teenage exploits
when so much has happened since then. It's hard for me to articulate
why--I guess at some point I began to wonder how all of this really
happened, how on earth we got to where we are now.

And where am I?

In New York City, sitting outside Howard Stern's studio, waiting to go
on the air. Not me, exactly; I'm with Amber, because she's the one he
wants to talk to. I may or may not get to do anything, which is the way
it usually is these days. Not that I mind.

To recap: I used to be a high school teacher and a high school football
coach. Then I met Amber, who was then only seventeen. She pursued me
unsuccessfully for a month or so, before I began trying to turn her into
someone else. First I got her to change her wardrobe. Then I got her
to wax off her pubes. Then she got a clit ring. Pretty soon she was
screwing me, her best friend, one of my fellow teachers, and doing just
about anything I asked her to. At least that was how it seemed to me at
the time.

When did the change begin? It's hard to pinpoint exactly. It began
happening long before I really noticed it, long before I really realized
what was going on. I don't know if that first gangbang I orchestrated
for her was what cemented it. ("For her," I find myself saying--back
then I thought she was doing it for me. Ha. As if.) I don't know if
that was the Point of No Return. But if it wasn't, we were already past
it by then, which is what I'm inclined to think.

The gangbang, you ask? Oh, yes.

This is what happened:

---

When I waved my arm toward the basement door, there was a stampede to
make any cattleman proud. Everyone of them shot to their feet and
charged across the living room toward the kitchen. Wesley paused only
to gather up the remnants of the pizza, even though he was going number
six. Ben, who had number 20, slowed down enough to help him, but the
rest of them thundered down the stairs into the basement. I came up the
rear after Wesley and Ben.

The players had circled around the room around the edge of the exercise
mats. In the center, naked except for the black face mask, was Amber,
sitting on her feet. Her hands squirmed nervously and her chest was
flushed in arousal, but otherwise she was still. Excited comments about
her looks, her piercings, and her absence of pubic hair shot through the
basement.

The other players shoved Josiah toward her. He was a tall, skinny kid
with short black hair, and he glanced around the room, at Amber, at the
other guys, then at me.

"Uh, what do I do?"

Some of the others laughed at him.

"Whatever you want," I said.

Amber came up off her feet and crawled toward the sound of his voice.
When she found his leg, she came up and began unbuttoning his jeans. He
began laughing nervously.

"Oh, fuck."

As the rest of them watched, displaying various levels of amazement and
shock, Amber dug Josiah's dick out of his pants. Then she bent forward
and took him in her mouth. He groped at her head, leaning backwards and
closing his eyes. She bobbed over him slowly, going deeper each time.
Finally she was deep-throating him, causing several of the other guys to
howl in disbelief.

Josiah shuddered, obviously going faster than he meant to. Amber
withdrew, keeping her hand on his erection. He rapidly shoved down his
pants and pulled his shirt over his head. Amber reversed herself, going
to her hands and knees, and presented her ass for him. Josiah dropped
to his knees, and after fumbling with her for several seconds, thrust in
to the root.

Gasps and nervous laughter continued to shoot through room as Josiah
fucked her rapidly. It was over in less than a minute, and I watched
him quiver and shake as he unloaded his cum deeply in Amber's belly. He
fell backwards onto his feet, gasping for breath.

Not waiting any longer than necessary, Tony shot to his feet. He was
shorter and more muscular than Josiah, and proved to be more heavily
endowed. He was already erect when he shoved his pants down, displaying
a nearly eight-inch erection. He grabbed Amber's head and thrust it
right into her mouth. She squeaked in surprise but took it all.

Tony fucked Amber's mouth roughly, though she didn't seem to mind,
taking every bit of it down her throat. Josiah withdrew and pulled up
his pants, and I watched his cum running down the inside of Amber's
thighs. All of us watched Tony pistoning in and out of Amber's mouth,
and I wondered if he meant to take this all the way. I got my answer
about a minute later as he indeed spurted off down her throat. Amber
coughed and choked a little, and some of his cum oozed out around her
pursed lips. Tony withdrew with a pop.

"Fuck, man," Alan exclaimed, "you done already?"

"I'll fuck her later. I haven't had a good blow job in too long."

"You mean ever, numb nuts."

Their banter was interrupted as James, one of the defensive tackles,
took the next spot in line. James was a big guy, 6' 4", 260lbs, and I
wondered if he might be too much for Amber, who barely topped a hundred.
James dropped his shorts and presented his cock to Amber's mouth, and
she dutifully swallowed it up. Unlike Tony, James was more interested
in straight sex, and pulled out of Amber's mouth after less than a
minute. He told Amber to lay flat on her back, which she did. Then he
dropped his enormous body on top of her.

Amber pulled her legs out to her sides to accommodate him, making her
hamstrings stand out on her thighs. James thrust into her and began
fucking rapidly as the other guys began cheering and chanting. I
couldn't even see Amber from where I was standing, so I moved around to
where I had set up the keg. I got myself a cup of beer and squatted
down to watch.

Amber had arched her spine and thrown her head back against the mat
under her as James continued pounding between her thighs. Her tits, as
small and firm as they were, were shaking on her chest, and her hands
were splayed to her sides, clutching and clawing at the mat. She began
to whimper and did her best to fuck up at him with each thrust. She
brought her legs up to James' waist and suddenly threw her arms around
his shoulders. I don't know if he was paying attention, but I watched
her convulsing in orgasm from what he was doing to her.

Finally James let out a groan, came into her, and collapsed. Amber let
out an "oof" as he fell onto her but remained still. James withdrew and
sat back, gasping for breath.

Alan was next, and he was almost as big as James--and bigger in one
respect, as we all saw when he dropped his pants. He was even bigger
than Tony, a thick nine inches. He stripped out of his clothes rapidly.

"Her pussy," James gasped, "her pussy is so fucking tight."

Alan laughed. "Gonna be tighter for me, dude. Gonna be a lot tighter."

Amber sat up toward Alan, and he guided his cock to her mouth. I was
concerned about her being able to take him, but she did. I watched her
gulping and struggling to deep throat him, but after about ten seconds,
she managed to do it. Then she let Alan fuck her throat deeply for a
while, gasping through her nose each time he withdrew.

Like James, Alan was less interested in oral sex than something else.
He pulled out and had Amber get on her hands and knees. Then, as the
rest of the crowd howled in approval, he proceeded to force his big cock
into her ass.

Amber had prepared for this, though, and I could see her butt glistening
with the massage oil she had no doubt lubricated herself with. She
gasped and grunted as Alan pushed himself into her, but she took it all.
When Alan was in up to the root, he began fucking her with long smooth
strokes, in and out, in and out, trying to pace himself.

I looked over at Floyd, who was next and who was about to burst with
anticipation. He was one of the linebackers, tall though not too thick.
He wore a scraggly goatee, and I knew from seeing him in the locker
room that he had a couple of tattoos.

I got his attention. "Go on ahead. Her mouth is open for business."

The others shoved him forward, and Alan waved him in. He dropped his
pants in one quick motion and grabbed ahold of Amber's head. Amber
opened her mouth to swallow him up, and now Alan and Floyd were fucking
her back and forth between them as their audience howled and cheered.

Amber was completely overwhelmed now, pinned between two overeager
adolescent cocks. Floyd buried himself in her throat, Alan in her ass.
I watched her shuddering in orgasm and hoped she didn't bite Floyd's
cock off accidentally. The two boys were oblivious to her reactions
though, pounding her back and forth like a tackling dummy. Alan's hands
clawed at Amber's narrow waist, and he let out a loud groan. I watched
his cock throbbing as he dumped his load up her butt.

As soon as Alan withdrew, Floyd rushed around to take his place, burying
his cock in her sopping pussy. Quivering, virginal Wesley was next in
line, and no one wanted him to wait any longer. Wesley was a good kid,
a "nice boy," overweight and hopeless with the girls despite being on
the football team. He had been watching this scene in utter paralysis,
and now he seemed unable to comprehend that he was next. Luckily for
him, his comprehension was irrelevant, as the guys behind him shoved him
forward. James came up and jerked his pants down from behind, jeans and
jockey shorts down in one motion. The rest of them howled in laughter
and began chanting Wesley's name.

Wesley lurched toward Amber and Floyd. His dick was limp and shriveled
in nervousness, but Amber was about take care of that. She slurped his
cock into her mouth, and Wesley went cross-eyed, shaking and whimpering.
He grew rapidly erect, and Amber was soon bobbing slowly over him.

Meanwhile, Floyd was still pounding Amber's pussy, forcing her forward
against Wesley. He began to shout, "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" as he neared
orgasm, slapping at Amber's butt. Finally, he leaned backwards, shoving
himself as far into her as he could get, and came.

Wesley was on the verge of orgasm himself, and I think Amber must have
sensed it, because she pulled back as soon as Floyd was done. She lay
on her back, pulling Wesley with her, and guided him between her thighs.
Wesley struggled to follow her, and Amber pulled his cock into her
pussy. Wesley got off exactly three awkward thrusts before squirting
off inside her. Everyone cheered as he got up with a big shit-eating
grin on his face.

Amber's pussy and inner thighs were now drenched in cum, but no one
seemed to care. Chuck Hsu, another one of the linebackers, was next,
and he quickly took Wesley's place. Amber blew him for about a minute
before laying back to let him fuck her.

As Chuck buried his cock between her thighs, Daniel, who was next in
line, lurched forward.

"Chuck, let me fuck her in the ass while you're fucking her. Let's both
fuck her at once."

Chuck stopped long enough to look confused.

"How?"

"Lean back," I said. "Pull her into your lap, and let her get her legs
up enough to stretch herself open for him."

I could see Amber tensing in anticipation as Chuck followed my
instructions. Daniel dropped his pants, exposing his erection, and
knelt behind Amber. Amber pulled her legs up into a squat so Daniel
could get at her ass. Daniel crawled into position, and I watched as he
slipped his cock between her buttocks, the way already greased by
massage oil and Alan's cum.

Amber let out a soft cry as Daniel moved into her. The two boys were
both about six feet, athletic and muscular, and they proceeded to fuck
her back and forth. Amber was suspended on their cocks now, unable to
do anything but take this treatment. She held Chuck's arms tightly,
and--though once again no one else seemed to notice--I saw the quiver of
orgasm shooting through her abdomen.

The joint fucking seemed to arouse both Chuck and Daniel at once, and
they moved more rapidly now, pounding her from both directions as their
teammates cheered them on. I stayed toward the back, hoping none of
them noticed how close I was to losing it, to squirting off in my boxers
at the sight of my girlfriend getting reamed fore and aft. Amber came
again, as near as I could tell, and she was lost in a fog of sex.

Chuck and Daniel came within a few seconds of each other, filling
Amber's belly. Daniel pulled out first, and Amber fell back away from
Chuck. I watched for their cum, seeing it oozing out of both ass and
pussy. She was a mess now, cum smeared all over her legs and butt.

Dave, another defensive lineman, was next. He was almost as big as
James, 6' 5" and 240lbs. He presented his cock to Amber's mouth and she
slurped him up without a break, deep-throating him immediately. He let
her suck on him for about a minute before pulling her to her feet and
lifting her into the air. Amber seemed to sense what he had in mind and
pulled up her thighs. Then he dropped her right down onto his cock and
began fucking her standing up. Amber wrapped her legs around his waist
and leaned backwards, hanging her head back.

Dave fucked her for about thirty seconds like that before turning to
Jason, who was next in line.

"Jase, fuck her in the ass like Chuck and Dan did. Let's fuck her
standing up."

Jason was one of the safeties, and quite a bit shorter than Dave, so
Dave had to squat down as Jason dropped his pants and closed in. Jason
grabbed Amber's butt and slipped his cock into her ass, which was now
quite open and stretched out. Jason and Dave bounced her back and
forth, keeping her impaled and suspended on their cocks, but the height
difference was making it difficult. Dave finally pulled out and let
Jason drop to the floor. Amber went to her hands and knees with Jason
still buried in her ass as Dave returned his cock to her mouth. He
fucked her mouth rapidly for almost a minute before suddenly pulling out
and splattering his come all over her face. Amber tried to catch it,
but he smeared most of it over her cheeks.

We were halfway through the group now, and the guys who had fucked Amber
were collecting around the keg to watch as the rest eagerly awaited
their turn. Colbey, another of the linebackers, took Dave's place in
Amber's mouth as I refilled my cup of beer.

Alan and James leaned against the wall next to me.

"Fuck, Coach," James said, "were did you find this chick?"

"Long story."

"Did you guys, like, used to go out or something?"

"Or something. Like I said, it's a long story."

"Did you ever do shit like this before?" Alan asked.

"Not with her. With another woman, but not her."

"Damn."

Jason and Colbey were now mercilessly impaling Amber from both
directions. I watched her struggling to take Colbey's cock down her
throat as Jason repeatedly forced her forward. But she was enjoying
this, clearly. She seemed to come again just as Jason spurted off in
her ass. He withdrew and Colbey pushed her back to fuck her missionary
style. Amber wrapped her legs around his waist as he buried himself
inside her and began to thrust away.

Beside me, James jabbed Chuck to get his attention.

"What do think of that pussy? Pretty fucking tight, huh?"

"She was squeezing me. Making it fucking vibrate almost."

James laughed.

"I fucking thought she was going to break it off."

Colbey had lost it now, holding himself up on his arms and ramming into
Amber so fast he was making audible smacking noises. He let out a groan
as his ass started shaking back and forth, dumping yet another load of
come inside my girlfriend.

Tommy Nelson and Jack Kelly were next, and they had clearly been
planning to fuck Amber in tandem. They came up together, letting Amber
suck both of them alternately. Then Jack picked up Amber like Dave had
done, and he and Jack fucked her fore and aft while standing up.

When the two of them were done, Amber collapsed onto the mat between
them, settling into a gooey pool of sweat and semen. Her thighs were
smeared with cum down to her knees now, and her entire pubic area was a
glistening mess. Dave's facial had covered most of her left cheek and
clumped up the hair around her ear.

Evan was next, but I stepped forward and stopped him.

"Hold on a second."

I stepped up next to Amber and squatted down. She sensed my presence,
quivering slightly. I handed her my beer and she took several long
swigs.

"You okay? Sure you can keep going?"

She nodded rapidly, not saying anything. I rubbed her shoulder and
stepped back.

Evan was one of the cornerbacks, a little guy compared to Alan and
James. He had bleached white hair and a couple of earrings, and had he
not been on the football team, he would probably have been something of
an outcast around the school. As it was, the other players just teased
him about his appearance from time to time.

He stepped forward, cock ready, and Amber swallowed him up. I took a
seat by the keg and watched her bobbing rapidly over him. Unlike the
others who had tried to fuck her in the mouth, he just stood there and
let her work. Amber responded by alternately deep-throating him or
slurping noisily on the head of his cock. He stood it for about a
minute or two before having her turn away on her hands and knees, then
entering her from behind.

Christopher, another linebacker, stepped forward and took his place in
Amber's mouth. He was bigger than Evan, with black hair to Evan's
white, and the contrast between them reignited my interest. As with the
previous threesomes, the two boys bounced Amber back and forth, leaving
her little room to move. Amber shuddered in orgasm yet again from this
treatment, just as Evan groaned and spurted off deeply inside her.

Instead of moving around, Christopher stayed where he was, too engaged
with Amber's mouth and the sensation of fucking her throat. When Evan
withdrew, Amber wiggled her ass at the group, trying to get someone else
to come up and fuck her. Michael Martinson was next and he got the
message. Michael was quite hairy, not quite a sweater but getting
there. He grabbed Amber's waist and immediately plunged his erection
into her ass. Amber let out a whimper at his rapid penetration, but was
soon fucking back at him, meeting him stroke for stroke.

Meanwhile, Christopher was almost finished. He fucked Amber's mouth
rapidly, and then, on the brink, pulled back and spurted all over her
face. He must have been saving this load up for days, because he
covered her from nose to jaw. She slurped it up as it dripped down,
running her tongue around her lips.

As soon as Christopher withdrew, Kane stepped forward, exposing a cock
as thick as a smoked sausage. He had Michael lift Amber up against him
so they could fuck her together. Michael lay on his back, supporting
Amber as Kane forced his tree-stump cock between Amber's thighs.

Amber withstood this dual fucking for nearly a minute before motioning
at the crowd. She wanted more. John Achatz, the last linebacker, who
was a good 6'3" and 210 lbs, was pushed forward by the other players.
He struggled to open his pants and stepped up over Michael. Amber hung
her head backwards, opening her mouth, and John fed his cock between her
lips.

Now Amber was taking on three of them at once as the players cheered and
howled. Kane and Michael fucked her in pussy and ass respectively,
lifting her upward with their thrusts. Amber kept one hand locked
around the base of John's cock to hold him close, and sucked as much of
him into her as he could.

The three boys were soon lost in this three-way impalement, driving
their cocks into her in a frantic rhythm. Amber convulsed in orgasm
from what they were doing with her, urging them on. Soon they were
grunting and groaning with the effort, sweat popping out across their
bodies. Somehow, they all came within seconds of each other, John
shooting off down her throat, Kane spurting into her pussy, Michael
firing yet another load into her bowels.

One by one, they withdrew, leaving Amber with cum dribbling out of every
orifice. She coughed once, sending a spray of it across her chest. But
there was no rest for her, because Luke and Ben were still waiting for
their turn. Luke took her mouth as Ben began disrobing. I saw, with
some surprise, that Ben's penis was pierced, with not only a Prince
Albert but an ampallang (a horizontal barbell through the head). A few
of the other players looked on in shock at this, but the rest of them
were too engrossed with Amber.

Ben thrust his multiply studded cock into Amber's pussy, and he and Luck
fucked her back and forth as she knelt on her hands and knees. The feel
of Ben's piercings seemed to drive Amber into a frenzy, and she was soon
ramming her butt back at him as he fucked her. This was more than Ben
appeared prepared for, and he came scarcely a minute or two into it.
Luke immediately took his place and thrust his cock up Amber's ass,
pushing her face down toward the mat. He finished after another minute,
filling Amber's already distended bowels with another load of cum.

That completed the first round, and by now Josiah and Tony were ready
for seconds. They took her together, ass and pussy, with Tony on his
back and Josiah kneeling over them. Then Alan stepped forward, shoving
his cock into Amber's mouth, and Amber was once again servicing three of
them at once.

I was still mesmerized by this endless gang-fuck, watching Amber getting
further coated with sperm after every encounter. My cock had been hard
for so long that it ached, but I knew I had to wait until everything was
over. I didn't want to do anything to interrupt this.

Then something interrupted it for me.

Michael came up and grabbed my arm.

"Coach, I think someone's upstairs. I thought heard someone banging on
the front door."

I looked up the stairs to the kitchen. I couldn't hear anything over the
noise we were making.

"Hold on."

I went carefully upstairs, closing both lower and upper doors behind me
as I went. When I reached the kitchen, I indeed heard someone
knocking--pounding, really--on the front door.

I couldn't quite see who it was, but whoever it was, they were big. I
peeked out the side window, and my balls suddenly climbed into my gut.

I went to the door. Behind it, I found Tom Everett, the head coach of
the team. He did not look happy.

"Mike. What the hell is going on here?"

He motioned to the mass of cars parked in my front yard.

"Uh."

He looked past me into the house, looking for anyone inside.

"Uh, Tom, look--"

"Mike, don't bullshit me. That's Tommy Nelson's truck over there. I
got word that the kids on the defense were having some kind of party
tonight, and I'm rather intrigued that you didn't think to mention this
to me."

I tried to keep him out, but it was pointless. Tom Everett had played
nose guard at UNL and even tried out for Green Bay after graduating. I
was twenty years younger than him and in very good shape, but he was
6'5" and easily outweighed me by fifty pounds. A lot of that might be
accumulated Bud Lite, but most of it was muscle, and there was no way I
could keep him outside if he wanted in, which he did.

He pushed his way past me into the den and looked around, seeing a few
empty pizza boxes and pizza crusts the guys had left behind in their
stampede for the basement.

"Tom, look, some of them came over, but they just left. They went, uh .
. ."

"They left without their cars?"

Oh. Shit.

"Uh."

He finally seemed to hear the revelry below and went for the kitchen. I
lurched after him to stop him.

"Tom, wait--"

He ignored me. He opened the door to the basement, and I stumbled after
him, struggling for an explanation for what he was about to see.

The noise of our orgy burst into the stairwell as he opened the lower
door. He took a few steps inside the basement and froze. The racket
rapidly dropped off to nothing. I squeezed past him, seeing the players
all looking at Tom in horror. Tony and Alan had been engaged with
Amber, but they had abruptly withdrawn and were now struggling to get
their pants up. Amber knelt on the mat between them, confused but
unable to tell what was going on.

Tom stared, pale-faced, at this scene. He ran his hands once through
his salt-and-pepper hair and then looked at me.

I gulped.

"This was, uh, my Bet. With the defense."

He looked around at the players and then at Amber.

"Who is she?" he asked hoarsely.

"A friend of mine."

"She's not a pro?"

"No. It's not like that."

I battled internally for a way out of this.

"Um, Tom, look. This was supposed to be a secret. I don't know who
told you we were getting together tonight, but this was just something I
wanted to do for them."

I looked at Amber, who had gone ghost-white. I knew why. She was
terrified that her identity was about to be exposed.

Tom was still speechless, and suddenly I had an idea.

"If you wanted to stick around, take a turn with her, I don't think
anyone would mind."

His jaw dropped. Around us, I saw the players' faces changing slowly
from horror to anticipation.

"Yeah, come on, Coach," Tommy said.

"Come on, Coach," half a dozen of them chimed in.

"She's a great fuck, Coach," Alan blurted out, causing the rest of them
to laugh.

Tommy began chanting, "Coach, Coach, Coach," pumping his fist in the
air, and soon the entire room had joined in. "Coach! Coach! Coach!"

Tom swallowed hard, staring at Amber. The chant continued.

All at once, he lurched into action, charging toward her as he struggled
with his pants. The players cheered lustily, continuing their chant as
Tom finally got his dick out. Amber gobbled him up immediately.

As the players circled around, cheering and chanting, Tom began fucking
Amber in the mouth, realizing with amazement that she could deep throat
him. But Tom was much older than these kids, and far more experienced,
so he was hardly in danger of shooting off immediately. He turned Amber
around, getting her on her knees, and thrust into her from behind. The
players cheered again.

He fucked her rapidly, causing Amber to cry out and reach between her
thighs to masturbate herself. I watched in awe, seeing my boss fucking
my girlfriend after she had been ravished by twenty of my football
players. Tom withdrew from Amber's pussy and pushed into her abused
ass, burying himself up to the root. From that point, he fucked her
with long strokes, all the way in and all the way out, back and forth
until Amber screeched in orgasm. Finally, with a groan and a shudder,
he buried himself between her buttocks and spurted off inside her.

I got another beer.

Things settled down after that. Amber was subjected to more two- and
three-way fucks, more facials, more of the same. Everyone went a second
time, and many of them went a third. Wesley and Jason even took her
fourth time, though only Wesley was able to get off, which he did to
cheers and applause some time after midnight. When they were finally
finished, Amber had been fucked, in one fashion or another, at least
fifty times.

---

I showed the players out around one a.m. Tom Everett stayed behind as
Tommy Nelson finally drove off with the last batch of kids.

"So this why we played such good defense this season?" he asked wryly.

I laughed weakly.

"Part of it."

"What gave you this idea?"

"Long story. I knew her in college. She's a wild one."

He laughed with me. "No shit." Then he grew more serious.

"Mike, I suppose I don't need to tell you that no one needs to know
about this."

"No."

"I mean, the school . . . Phyllis . . . they just wouldn't understand."

Phyllis was Tom's wife, a good church-going salt-of-the-earth type.

"No. Don't worry about it."

He thumped me on the shoulder.

"Okay. See you on Monday."

"Bye."

I watched him drive off. Then I went downstairs.

I found Amber laying on her back in the middle of the array of exercise
mats. She looked half-dead from exhaustion, bruises all over her legs.
She had dried and half-dried semen caked all over the inside of her
thighs, cum all over her belly, her breasts, her face, gooey dreadlocks
of it in her hair. I had never seen so much cum in all my life. The
odor of it was strong and sour in the air.

I knelt down beside her, sliding my arms under her back and knees, and
picked her up. She was as limp as a rag doll. I carried her upstairs
to my bathroom and set her in the bathtub.

When I pulled the mask off her face, it left a sweaty red impression
behind. She shut her eyes against the sudden glare, not looking at me.
I ran a warm bath for her, and slowly and tenderly cleaned her up. I
combed the cum out of her hair, washed it out of her ass and pussy. Her
pubic area was red and swollen, but she scarcely reacted to my
attentions.

She still seemed lost in slut-space, you might call it, not fully aware
of my presence. Her eyes remained closed until I was done. Then I
lifted her out of the bath into a towel and carried her to my bed.

I dried her off. She was still limp and motionless. I found the
massage oil and began rubbing the bruises and knots out of her muscles.
Bit by bit, she seemed to emerge from the experience.

"Are you all right?" I asked finally.

"Tired," she said very softly. "Sore."

"You did good."

She nodded, closing her eyes. She looked like she wanted to sleep, so I
got up to let her rest. But her hand suddenly closed around my wrist,
tightly enough that it surprised me.

"Wait."

"What?"

"Fuck me . . . please."

I gulped.

"Are you sure?"

She nodded.

"First and last," she said weakly. "You have to be first and last."

I disrobed slowly. She lay there looking up at me, with a look on her
face that I couldn't quite read. My cock ached as it rose to erection
again, so long had I been about to burst that night. Amber simply
spread her legs for me, waiting.

I climbed onto the bed, settling between her thighs. I pushed forward
into her tender pussy, feeling her squeezing me weakly. I bottomed out,
lying on top of her bruised body, and she wrapped her arms around me.

"I love you," she whispered.

"I love you, too."

I made love to her slowly and carefully, remaining deeply inside her and
not withdrawing too far. She writhed under me, rolling her hips against
me. I kissed her, finding the faint odor of semen still lingering in
her mouth. The taste of it spurred something inside me, sending images
of that night spinning through my head. I moved faster, more
purposefully, beginning to lose a grip on my control. Amber moaned,
arching her back, pushing up at me. Her inner muscles continued to
massage me. In my mind, I saw Dave spurting his come in her face, saw
Kane and Michael and John taking her three-on-one. I cried out,
stabbing into her, spurting off before I meant to. But it didn't stop
me. It wasn't anywhere near enough. I kept thrusting, my erection not
subsiding. Amber let out a groan, spiking up at me, and I felt her
quivering in orgasm around my cock. I was gone by this point, fucking
her as hard and as fast as anyone had that night. She didn't seem to
care, didn't seem as sore or as battered as I had thought. Her hands
clawed at my butt, pulling me back into her with each thrust. I slammed
against her pubic bone, making little tits shake on her chest. She
reached behind her against the headboard, bracing herself to fuck back
at me.

I cried out with each thrust now, lost in the fog of everything that had
happened that night, drawn only by the primal need to come inside her
again. All of a sudden she bucked me off of her and rolled over,
pushing her butt back at me. I saw my cum running out of her and buried
my cock in her ass. She pinched her sphincter muscle around me as
tightly as she could. I hammered at her butt, and she met every thrust.
Both hands were gripping the headboard now, bracing herself. I held
tightly onto her waist, feeling my cum rising again. I cried out,
almost screaming, as I approached another orgasm. Amber came, and came
again, each time almost tearing my cock off with her inner muscles.
Finally I rammed myself as deeply into her as I had ever been,
straining, trying to lift her off the bed with only my cock, and came as
hard as I ever had in my life.

Gasping and shuddering, we collapsed on the bed. I dozed off for a
moment, coming to as I realized that Amber was returning the favor now,
cleaning me up with a wet washcloth. When she was satisfied, she took
me into her mouth and began sucking slowly.

I didn't know what she thought she could do, but I lay there and let her
do it. She blew me for ten or fifteen minutes before my erection had
returned, and then she set out drawing yet another load out of me. One
for the last orifice, I realized, having come in her pussy and her ass
already. Somehow, she did it, alternately deep-throating me or slurping
on the head like a lollipop. What I came wasn't much, but it was enough
to satisfy her.

Afterward, she lay beside me, under my arm, head on my chest.

"I had fun," she said softly.

"I'm glad."

"Who was the old guy?"

"Coach Everett. He must have come by to check on me or something."

"Oh. Wow. I did him too, huh?"

"Yep."

"It was better . . ." she said a moment later.

"What was?"

"--than I thought. It was better than I thought it would be. Tonight."

"Oh."

"Once I got going."

"You really got going."

She snuggled against me, burying her face against my neck.

"I'm all yours, Mike. All yours."

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What happened after that? Well, it's something I probably should have
anticipated. Late that spring, one of the players--I would never learn
who it was, though I had my suspicions--had an attack of conscience and
confessed what had happened that night to his parents. They were not,
as you might expect, too damned happy.

One morning after P.E. class, I was summoned to the principal's office.
There waiting for me were Steve Barclay, Tom Everett, and one of the
members of the local school board. When I saw the look in Tom's eyes, I
knew immediately what was up.

We had a very long discussion, during which I learned that no one was
particularly eager to have this come out. You know what the goddamned
press would do with this, Steve said. I professed remorse, they
professed to understand what had motivated me. Tom said relatively
little, and I realized he had probably pushed Steve toward the idea of a
cover-up. It won't help the team at all, he said at one point. Luckily
for us, the player's parents weren't interested in a scandal
either--they just wanted my ass hung out to dry.

We talked and strategized, but it became clear that I really had only
once choice. I offered to resign and leave town. Steve and the school
board member agreed that that would be the best solution. School would
be out in a few weeks anyway. I could finish the term, but after that,
it would best if I left as soon as possible.

So I did. We kept it low-key, though several of the players wanted to
start a campaign to keep me around. I got out of my lease on the house
and packed up my belongings. I moved out to California, finding an
apartment in the San Fernando Valley in Los Angeles. I got my
California teaching credentials and soon found a job with L.A. school
district.

What's that? What about Amber? Well, fuck--of course I took her with
me. You didn't think I would leave her behind after all the work I did
on her, did you? I could hardly have kept her away anyway.

She was eighteen by then, and no one could have stopped her, though her
parents tried. There had been no more gangbangs, but we had spent much
of that spring visiting various perversions upon Cindy every weekend.
Jessica came to town again, and we all went to another rave. Then came
the scandal.

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Once we were settled in L.A., Amber found a job as an exotic dancer, a
vocation I encouraged. She was soon making three times as much money as
I did, and after six months of it, I just quit and managed her career.
We had been in L.A. eight months when she asked me when I would
orchestrate another gangbang for her.

Not if, mind you. When.

So I did. I went on the Internet and carefully recruited about ten men
for her, and we rented a motel room for the event. Soon we were doing
it about once a month, and every time, as with that inaugural night in
Nebraska, Amber wanted me to go first and last.

That was three years ago. Since then, I've watched her deep-throat
cocks that would choke Secretariat. I've watched her fuck five guys at
once, one in each orifice and two with her hands. I've seen her with so
much cum on her body that it looked as if she had bathed in it. None of
it ever sates her for long.

She's kept up all her exercises, all the stuff I asked her to do back in
Nebraska. Last year, after I joked about her being able to open a beer
bottle with her pussy, she tried to do it. And succeeded. It took some
practice, but she actually managed to do it.

Two months ago, she first broached the idea of doing a porn movie. But
not just any porn movie--no, what she wants to do is the next
installment of the World's Biggest Gangbang. The last girl fucked 700
guys, I told her. I know, she said, I want to do a thousand. That
should be enough to make the record last.

Then she called the porn company to audition. I wasn't sure whether
they would give her the time of day, but somehow she got the spot.

A thousand men. She wants to fuck a thousand men. Me, Ron Jeremy, and
998 other strange guys. I shouldn't be surprised at this, I guess. I
started her down this path. And don't get me wrong--she still loves me
and I still love her. I still find her uncontrollably arousing.

But, to tell you the truth, I'm more than a little afraid of her now.
She's turned into more of a slut than I ever hoped for. I'm not in
control anymore; I haven't been for a long time. I'm just along for the
ride. I only hope she wants to keep me around for it.

And that's why she's about to go on the Howard Stern Show this morning,
to promote this movie. Howard got wind of her beer bottle trick
somehow, and his producers are making noises about wanting a
demonstration. I'm sure Amber will do it for them.

I don't mind.

But it's not like I could stop her anyway.

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Epilogue.

TRANSCRIPT OF THE HOWARD STERN TELEVISION SHOW #527
(C)opyright E! Networks

Air date: September 25, 2000

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HOWARD: How many men would you say you've had sex with?

AMBER: At least five hundred.

ROBIN: Five hundred? You've had sex with five hundred men?

AMBER: About that many. I'm estimating.

HOWARD: What about other girls?

AMBER: Sure.

HOWARD: How many?

AMBER: Probably about forty. Forty to fifty.

HOWARD: I'm crushed. You like men, what would it be, ten times more
than women?

AMBER (laughing): No. Probably about the same. It's just harder to get
girls to gangbang you.

HOWARD: I'm losing control here. I'm going to have to visit the
restroom in a second. Amber, if I could get fifty women to gangbang
you, would you be interested?

ROBIN: Howard, my God, women do not do things like that.

AMBER: Sure, I'd do it.

HOWARD: And you were telling us your boyfriend doesn't mind any of this.

AMBER: It's his thing. He's the one who really turned me on to it. I
was a virgin when I met him.

ROBIN: And he got you to have sex with other men?

AMBER: Right.

HOWARD: You lost your virginity in a gangbang?

AMBER: No, just to him. The gangbangs came later.

JACKIE: Came later. There's a joke in there somewhere.

ROBIN: I cannot imagine a man doing something like that to his
girlfriend.

AMBER: I like it. I always have.

HOWARD: All right. Now, Amber, before the program, you were telling us
about this little talent of yours, that you can open beer bottles with
your female organ?

AMBER: Right.

JOHN: What, twist-offs? Or pop-tops?

AMBER: Twist-offs.

ROBIN: I do not believe this. It is not physically possible for a woman
to do something like that.

HOWARD: How exactly do you do this?

AMBER: Well, I have to wrap one of those rubber jar-opening things
around the cap first. Then I, you know, put it inside me and twist it
off. It took me a while to figure out the trick to it.

JACKIE: There's a trick to it?

AMBER: It's mainly the positioning.

ROBIN: I still do not believe this.

HOWARD: I gather this took some practice.

AMBER: Well, it took me a long time to develop my muscles, you know,
inside me. I started doing that when I was a teenager. My boyfriend
gave me these--Ben-wa balls? Can I say that on the air?

ROBIN: You just did.

AMBER: Oh. Sorry. Well, anyway, he had me carry them around all the
time, and I'd do exercises with them. We started joking about my being
able to open beer bottles, you know, and one day I just tried it to see
if I could. It took a while, but I managed to do it.

ROBIN: I will believe this when I see it.

HOWARD: Well, Robin, Amber has agreed to demonstrate this trick for us.
I have here a bottle of beer, and--where is it?--this rubber bottle
opener. Is this what you need?

AMBER: Yeah.

HOWARD: Go ahead.

ROBIN: I cannot believe I'm watching this.

[About ten seconds of dead air here]

ROBIN: Oh my God!

JACKIE (yelling): [unable to transcribe]

JOHN (yelling): [unable to transcribe]

HOWARD: Ladies and Gentlemen, we have just made radio history. I know
you can't see this at home, but this woman has just opened a beer bottle
with her vagina.

ROBIN: Oh, my God.

JACKIE (yelling): [unable to transcribe]

JOHN (yelling): [unable to transcribe]

HOWARD: We have just witnessed the first gynecological beer-opening in
radio history.

JACKIE: This belongs in the Guinness Book of Records.

AMBER: Does anyone want the beer?

JACKIE: Here.

JOHN: I'll take it. Give it to me.

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