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This is the climax of sixteen weeks of Amber, and if you've been
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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

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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:

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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.

---

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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THE END