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AMBER: THE MAKING OF A FUCK TOY

(C)opyright 2000 by Richard Bissell

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Chapter 9.

For a few weeks, nothing significant happened.  I saw Amber on the
weekends but remained studiously professional during the week.  As I had
instructed, she began dressing more and more like a bad girl when coming
to school, losing the demure sweaters and baggy jeans she had once
favored.  Now she wore more makeup and more jewelry, tighter clothes,
shorter skirts, midriff-baring T-shirts--all the stuff I had bought for
her on our shopping trips.  Nothing to get her in trouble with the
school dress code, for now, but it was enough to get people's attention.
 I heard one student or another remarking on it from time to time, how
quiet little Amber had gradually morphed into some kind of delinquent.

The boys at school noticed too, and I could see her getting more and
more attention from various elements.  After a few discreet discussions
with me, she stopped fighting it and let them flirt with her.  But she
turned them all down flat when they asked her out.  Not long afterward,
I first heard someone calling her a tease.  I tried not to let them see
me smile.

Her parents had noticed as well, and she fought more frequently with her
mother.  Amber told me they were worried about this change in her and
talked about having a session with the minister at their church.  They
seemed to suspect that she was seeing someone but had no idea who.
Amber, to her credit, had done quite well in concealing our
relationship.  She didn't appear to expect any special treatment at
school, and she became even more reserved in class than she had been
before.  Oh sure, I saw it all in her eyes even when she was trying to
be aloof--but as far as I could tell, no one else did.

As I grew more comfortable with our arrangement, no longer so worried
about getting caught and getting fired, I was distracted by more mundane
concerns at school.  Our football team that year was not very talented,
and by the midpoint of the season, they were a mediocre 2-3.  The other
two coaches and I felt they could do better, but we were at a loss about
what to do.

Our school had a tradition in which the coaches sometimes offered some
kind of incentive to the team to improve its performance, usually some
special event at season's end.  It was known simply as "The Bet."  In
years past, decades ago, the coaches had sometimes taken the entire team
to a whorehouse outside of Lincoln, but those days were long gone.  Over
the last few years, when the team earned it, the payoff from The Bet was
usually nothing more salacious than a big party at the head coach's
house in which the local authorities would wink at any alcohol
consumption.

I was not so far out of high school to see how little that would
motivate the kids nowadays, and I had been thinking over the past couple
of years that we had to come up with something more rewarding.  I hadn't
gotten any specific ideas for The Bet that year until I began seeing
Amber, but the idea I finally got was so far out that I didn't see how I
could possibly pull it off.  I would have dropped it immediately had it
not appealed to _me_ so fundamentally.  Bit by bit that fall, as I got
more involved with Amber, and as our team's performance grew more and
more pathetic, my resistance began to ebb.

One day I simply decided to go ahead with it.

I couldn't be specific about my offer--it was just too outrageous.  But
I _could_ drop a few oblique hints coupled with stern warnings not to
discuss them.  I could set the bar high enough that the odds of the team
reaching it were slim.  Then I could sit back and wait to see if I would
have to make it happen.

That afternoon, after the end of practice, I pulled a couple of the kids
aside, both seniors who were the leaders of the defense: Tommy Nelson,
who was one of the linebackers, and Jack Kelly, who was one of the
defensive linemen.  Both of them had been working with me since I
arrived three years before, and both of them were good kids who I
thought could keep their mouths shut.

"What's up, coach?" Tommy asked.

"Things have been a little disappointing this season."

They both nodded and looked down at the ground.

"I think it might be time to make The Bet."

They looked up at me now, but I could see that neither one of them was
too excited--the team had unauthorized keggers nearly every weekend
anyway.  Why would one more be any incentive?

"The only thing is," I went on, "you've got enough work to do that I
think we need to have something different this year."

Sparks of interest grew in their eyes.

"Like what, coach?" Jack asked.

"Used to be, The Bet was about something a lot more interesting than a
keg of Bud Lite.  Used to be the team got to enjoy itself quite a bit
more."

The two boys glanced at each other, then back at me, beginning to grin
in disbelief.

"Coach, what do you mean?" Tommy asked.

"I think you know what I mean.  What they used to do a while back.  Not
a lot of beer drinking.  Something a lot more fun."

Tommy's jaw dropped, and Jack's quickly followed.

"Are you serious?"

"Maybe.  If you earn it.  I think if you guys can qualify for the
regionals, I might think about it.  That's going to require winning out,
probably an 8-3 finish.  You think you guys could manage that?"

They exchanged another disbelieving glance.

"Are you talking about--" Jack began, but I cut him off.

"You _know_ what I'm talking about.  Let's just not say it out loud,
okay?"

Both of them laughed nervously.

"Fuck, yeah," Tommy said.  "We can do it."

"Okay.  But keep a couple of things in mind.  This is my show.  Coach
Harris and Coach Everett don't know a thing about this, and if they find
out, it won't happen.  Ditto if you guys go blabbing it around the
school.  Certain folks around town would hit the roof over something
like this.  You know what I'm saying?"

They nodded rapidly.

"Yeah, coach, we get it," Jack said.

"And because it's just me, this Bet is just with the defense.  No one
else knows about it."

"We're cool," Tommy said.  "We won't tell anybody else."

"We swear," Jack said.

"Okay.  Then do what you have to, and we'll see what I can do for you."

I smacked them both on the shoulder pads and went back to my office.  I
could hear them giggling to each other in disbelief, and I prayed that I
had not just done something very stupid.

---

Now that I had taken Amber's virginity--fore and aft, as it were--I told
her to begin using the dildo to exercise her vaginal muscles in addition
to using it to learn how to deep throat.  I gave her a set of tension
and fluttering exercises to do, telling her that one day I wanted her to
be able to hold the dildo tightly enough that I couldn't take it out.
She promised to her best.

Amber and I went back to Lincoln again, and she got her navel pierced a
week after her nipples.  Her clit ring was by then no longer sore,
though she was still tender at times.  Between that and her new nipple
rings, she had no problem complying with my edict against undergarments,
even during P.E.  One day I heard a few girls remarking on Amber's new
fetish for going braless, and I allowed myself a smile as I listened
them cattily dismissing her as a "stupid slut."

I hadn't given much thought to Amber's reputation with the girls of the
school, but it was clearly going south in a hurry.  That gave rise to an
incident I hadn't expected.

Despite the rural Farm Belt culture of our town, it wasn't all jean
jackets and snap button shirts amongst the students.  A lot of the kids
who had grown up in Nebraska hewed to that stereotype, but not all of
them did, and there were also a few urban kids whose parents had moved
out to the country for one reason or another.  Many of those students
rejected conformity altogether and reached for one extreme archetype or
another, whether it was Fly Girl, Riot Grrl, or Goth Girl.  They tended
to keep to themselves and avoid the farm kids, most of whom avoided them
in turn.  And when Amber began her descent into slut-dom, it wasn't just
the ruling cliques who noticed the change.

Amber had had a few girlfriends when the semester started, but every one
of them ditched her within two weeks after she began her "coming out."
She confessed some depression about this, and I in fact felt a twinge of
guilt over it, but she assured me she was willing to go through it for
me.

Not long after I had talked to Tommy Nelson and Jack Kelly, I was
walking down the main hall of the school when I happened to see Amber
sitting out in the courtyard with Meredith Carnaghan.  Meredith had
arrived at our school the year before.  She had come from Los Angeles
with her mother, who had just divorced Meredith's father and wanted a
change in lifestyle.  Meredith was a skate grrl through and through.
She had a silver stud through her tongue, favored Vans, frayed cargo
pants and skateboard logo T-shirts, and changed her hair color about
once a month.  She had already been suspended twice for skateboarding on
campus and once for sticking her tongue stud out at the principal.

Meredith was in Amber's History class, and she was actually a fairly
good student.  But she kept to herself and rarely participated in class.
 She had few friends and seemed to like it that way.

But there she was with Amber, and the two of them seemed quite deep in
conversation.

Approaching Amber during school hours was too risky, and calling her at
home was completely out of the question.  I had to wait until our usual
Friday night rendezvous to see what was going on.  Over the next few
days, I frequently saw the two of them hanging out together, and by
Friday, something was clearly up.  At lunch that day, I sat in the
teacher's lounge looking out the window at the two of them in the
courtyard for nearly twenty minutes.  They were occasionally laughing or
shoving each other playfully, then began writing something back and
forth in a spiral notebook as if they were playing some sort of game.

That afternoon Amber appeared in my classroom just before I was about to
get ready for the football game that night.  She checked to make sure we
were alone before shutting the door.

"Hey," I said.

"Hi."

She clearly had something on her mind.

"What's up?"

"Um, could I ask a really big favor?"

"What?"

"Could I, you know, come by a little later tonight?"

"Does this have something to do with you and Meredith?"

Her eyes swelled a little in surprise.

"Yeah.  How did you know?"

"I've seen the two of you hanging out together a great deal this week."

She looked down at the floor and fidgeted for a moment or two.

"She just wants to do something tonight.  Just hang out."

"Do you?"

"I want to see you, I promise.  I could just come by a little later."

"Does she know about us?"

She blushed.

"No.  Of course not.  I'll never tell anyone."  She squirmed again.
"It's just that all my other friends have ditched me since this thing
with you started.  I don't really have any friends anymore.  Except
maybe for Mere."

She pronounced it "mere" instead of "mair."  Odd, I thought.

"Mere?  Is that what you call her?"

Amber blushed ever so slightly.  The sight of it, that flush of pink in
her pale cheeks, made me want to throw her on the desk and fuck the
daylights out of her.  But I restrained myself.

She nodded.

"She doesn't like people to call her Meredith."

"All right.  Do what you want with her.  Maybe bring her by if you feel
brave enough."

Her face paled.

"By your place?"

"If you feel brave enough.  As I said."

She didn't say anything else.  She just fidgeted for another second,
nodded rapidly, and left.

---

As it happened, we actually won that night, 6-0, after an unusually
inspired performance by my charges on the defense.  Tommy Nelson assured
me afterward that he and Jack had discussed my Bet with some of the
other kids on the team but that no one else knew.  I began to wonder if
my plan might actually have to happen.  Of course, I might watch my kids
pull off their end but be unable to hold up mine.  That was a prospect I
found even more chilling.

After the game, I arrived home at around ten-thirty.  I sat around my
living room waiting to see what Amber would do, and by about eleven, I
was ready to go to bed and give up.  But just as I shut off the TV set,
the doorbell rang.

I hadn't been entirely serious that afternoon--I really didn't think
Amber was brave enough to bring Meredith to my house--but she had
apparently taken me at my word.  On my doorstep, I found Amber, dressed
in tight jeans and a short tank top, and Meredith (or Mere, I reminded
myself), wearing her skate gear and a sly grin.  Her hair was sort of
red this month, and she wore it in two ponytails hanging over her
shoulders.

"Hey, Mr. Bradley."

"Girls."  I watched Amber giving me a nervous smile.  "Want to come in?"

"Isn't that, like, illegal or something?" Meredith asked.

"Probably."

"Cool."

She stepped past me into the house, followed by Amber, whom I gave a pat
on the shoulder.  She gave me a more confident smile now, as if she was
waiting to see what I was going to do.

Meredith went into the living room, looking around a little.

"Want a beer?" I asked.

"I guess.  You wouldn't, you know, have any bud?"

Somehow I heard the lowercase "b" in her voice and knew she wasn't
asking for a brand name.

"It's a little hard to find out here."

Confusion filled Amber's eyes.

"You mean Budweiser?" she asked.

Meredith laughed, and I tried not to grin too hard.

"No," Meredith said, "I meant, you know, weed.  Dope.  Marijuana?"

"Oh."

"I haven't got any," I said.  "Sorry."

"That's okay."

"But I think I could get some."

For the first time, Meredith's attitude cracked, and she registered some
real surprise.

"Are you kidding?"

"No."

"But you're a teacher.  You can't, like, give drugs to your students.
They would throw you in jail for like a thousand years or something."
She glanced at Amber.  "Wouldn't they?"

"Only if you turned me in."

She glanced back and forth between me and Amber a few times, her
confusion growing.

"Whoa.  Okay.  What's going on here?"

"I don't know.  What did Amber tell you?"

"She said--"  Meredith's face suddenly went white, and she gasped.  She
stared at me, then Amber, in shock.  "Oh, my God.  You two are fucking,
aren't you?"

Amber looked at me in horror, but I tried to smile at her calmly.  She
was too frightened to see what I could, that Meredith as more intrigued
than shocked by this revelation.

"What gives you that idea?" I asked.

Meredith continued looking back and forth between me and Amber.

"No way.  Oh, Jesus," she said to Amber, "_he's_ the guy you said you
were 'sort of dating'?  The one you wouldn't tell me about?"

Amber looked to me for help.  I sat down on the couch and smiled at the
two of them.

"Does that disgust you?" I asked Meredith.  She laughed in disbelief.

"Are you guys really doing it?"

I stared at Amber, and she regained some composure, apparently realizing
how I wanted to handle this.

"Yeah," she said softly.

Meredith laughed again.

"Oh, my God.  That's totally radical.  I can't believe this.  How long
have you guys been seeing each other?"

"A couple of months maybe," I said.

"You're not worried about getting busted?"

"Not really."

She laughed again.

"God."

"Anyway," I said, "the beer is in the refrigerator if you want it."

The girls exchanged a glance and then headed into the kitchen.  They
returned with three bottles of beer, one of which Amber handed to me.
Meredith sat on the far end of the couch on her feet, leaning against
the armrest.  Amber sat between us.

"So, like what do you guys like to do?" Meredith asked.  "As if there's
shit to do around here."

"We go over to Lincoln some times on the weekend."

"Oh.  I guess that makes sense.  You couldn't, like, hang out together
anywhere around here."

"No."

"What do you do in Lincoln?"

I looked at Amber, who had begun to relax.

"What did we do the last couple of times we went?" I asked her.

She looked at me, then Meredith.

"I got a belly ring.  And, um, I got my nipples pierced."

Meredith's eyes widened, and she looked down at Amber's breasts.

"I knew it.  It looked like you did, I just didn't think anyone in this
retard town would actually do that.  Where the hell did you get it done?
 Or did you do it yourself?"

"There's a place in Lincoln, by the University."

Meredith was still staring at Amber's tits.

"Do you want to see?" I asked.

She looked up at me in surprise, then glanced at Amber.  She gulped.

"Um.  Okay."

Amber reached down and pulled her T-shirt over her head.  She was
braless, as she should have been, and her breasts sprang loose as she
pulled the tight fabric of the T-shirt over them.  Her nipples were no
longer swollen, although they stood out almost continuously anyway,
piercings or not.  Meredith's hand came up slowly, hesitantly.

"Does it still hurt?"

"Not really."

"Can I touch it?"

Amber glanced at me very quickly.

"Sure."

Meredith took Amber's right nipple ring between her fingers.  She
twisted it a little.  Then she looked up at me, though she didn't let
go.

"How did you get it done with her underage?"

"We lied."

She reached over and felt the other ring for a second.

"You know I have my tongue pierced?"

"I've seen it," I said.

"I love that whole look.  I'd get a bunch more done if my fucking mother
would let me.  She let me do my tongue, but after that she changed her
mind."

"Amber has another piercing."

She glanced at me, then at Amber, looking up and down.  A wary look came
into her eyes.

"Where?"

I grinned.

"Guess."

She gave Amber another once over, finally looking down at Amber's lap.
Her jaw dropped slowly.

"No way.  No fucking way."

"Show her," I said.

Amber stood up, smiling at me a little, and began unbuttoning her jeans.
 Meredith watched in total shock as Amber shoved jeans and thong panties
down, revealing her bald pussy and the half-inch gold ring through her
clitoris.

The color had drained completely out of Meredith's face by this point.
She stared in shock at Amber's clit ring.  Then she started laughing
nervously.  She started to reach out to touch it, then froze.

"Go on," I said.

Hand shaking, she touched the ring with the tip of her middle finger.
She swallowed roughly.

"That is the most perverted fucking thing I have ever seen in my life."

"Do you like it?"

"Did she do all this for you?  Shave her puss and everything?"

"Not shaved.  Waxed."

"But she did?"

"Yeah," Amber said.  "But I like it."

Meredith finally sat back against the couch, and, after looking at me
for approval, Amber pulled her jeans back up and sat down.  Meredith
took another long swig from her beer.

"What else have you guys done?"

"A lot of stuff," I said.

"Like what?"

I looked at Amber.

"Tell her."

Amber took a breath to compose herself.

"We went up to top of the water tower, and I gave him a blow job.  While
I was naked."

"You climbed up there naked?"

"Yeah."

"And nobody saw you?"

"Actually, a bunch of people did," I said.  "They showed up while we
were up there."

Meredith laughed.

"What else?"

Amber paled a little, glancing at me.

"He got another woman to go down on me while I was blindfolded.  I
didn't know it was a girl until afterward."

I watched Meredith's reaction very carefully, watching for the flash of
interest or disgust, the one that would answer the question that had
been nagging at me all week.

What I saw was not disgust.  Meredith's jaw dropped a little, then she
smiled slowly.  Then she laughed, biting her lower lip.

"I _knew_ it.  I just _knew_ when we started hanging out together.
Somehow I knew."

"How?" I asked.  She laughed again.

"I can tell.  Something in a girl's eyes will tell me if she's ever had
her face another girl's puss."

"And you saw that in Amber's eyes?"

"Yeah."

"Have you?"

"Yeah.  Only, not since my mom and me moved out here.  I had a girl I
dyked with sometimes in L.A., but she stopped even writing me like six
months ago."

Amber was still sitting there topless, and Meredith was glancing at her
as she talked to me.  Amber seemed a little uncomfortable with the
topic, but no more than that.

"I suppose that's less of an issue in California."

She snorted.

"Tell me about it."

Meredith relaxed a bit more, and reached over to slowly play with
Amber's hair.  Her eyes narrowed at me.

"So . . . basically . . . you don't have a problem sharing her?"

"No.  It turns me on."

"Huh.  And do you share her with guys?"

"Not yet.  But we might.  Only when Amber is ready to, though."

"But you've shared her with girls?"

"Only that once."

She smiled slowly, then licked her lips.

"You want to watch me fuck her, don't you?  That's what this is all
about.  Typical het boy bullshit."

"I just told her she could bring you by if she wanted to.  It appears
she wanted to."

"I've never done anything like this before.  I've fucked guys, and
girls, but never both at once."

"You needn't do anything you don't want to."

"But what do you want to do?"

I took a swig of beer and stared at them.  Amber had settled down by now
and was beginning to look turned on.

"I'd like to fuck both of you.  Repeatedly."

Meredith giggled, nervously.

"Uh . . . "  She laughed again.  "Okay."

She looked at Amber.  Amber glanced quickly at me, but I tried to remain
as impassive as possible.  Meredith gave me another glance, then leaned
over to kiss Amber.  And the two of them began making out.

---

Meredith was clearly taking the lead, but Amber showed none of the
reticence I'd seen that first night with Candy.  I wondered why.
Despite what the local evangelists like to prattle on about, I didn't
believe people just decided one day to be bisexual.  Had Amber really
been like this the whole time?  Had I--as I kept telling her, though I
wasn't sure I believed it--really just awoken something inside her?  It
almost made me grin to think about it.

Meredith was now playing with Amber's breasts, twisting her nipples
rings around.  They kissed slowly and softly, and Amber began groping at
Meredith, pulling at her top.  Meredith finally withdrew far enough to
pull her T-shirt over her head.  She wore a simple white bra under it,
which she removed a moment later.  Her breasts were smaller than
Amber's; her torso was smooth and athletic, no doubt honed by endless
skateboarding.  As she continued fondling my girlfriend, I noticed a
scar on her elbow, most likely the result of a nasty wipeout.

Now Meredith threw a knee over Amber's legs, straddling her, and the two
girls embraced.  My view was obstructed now, so I got a fresh beer from
the refrigerator and sat beside them on the couch.  They stopped kissing
long enough to grin at me.  Meredith reached for my hand and put it on
her breast.  She was softer and broader than Amber, nowhere near as
pointy.  I played with both of them, stroking and teasing.  They pressed
their tits together, trapping my hand between them.  Meredith giggled,
rubbing herself against Amber and my hand.

Amber reached down and began unbuttoning Meredith's cargo pants.
Meredith lifted up far enough to let Amber pull them down, panties and
all, then returned to Amber's lap.  They resumed kissing.  Amber slipped
a hand under her friend and began stroking her.  I sat back again to
watch, but Meredith instead grabbed my arm, pulling me closer.  She
wanted me to kiss her, to kiss both of them as Amber played with her.
The three of us came together, groping and kissing each other.

Meredith was soon humping Amber's hand, face buried against Amber's
shoulder.  I reached around behind her, between her buttocks, feeling
Amber exploring.  A squirt of hot fluid oozed out of Meredith onto my
fingers.  I pushed my middle finger up, inside her.  She gasped,
throwing her head back.  Together, Amber and I drew her closer and
closer to orgasm.  Amber had bent down and was now suckling Meredith's
nipples.  Meredith wrapped her arms around Amber's head, bouncing up and
down on our hands.  Finally she let out a little cry and began
shuddering against us.  I felt her spasming around my finger and pushed
it deeply inside her, wiggling it around.

Rather than drifting slowly back to earth, Meredith immediately pulled
Amber's face up to hers and kissed her deeply.  The two girls groped and
caressed each other for a few moments before Meredith slid slowly to the
floor, kissing her way down Amber's chest, taking Amber's jeans with
her.  Soon both girls were naked beside me.

Meredith took Amber's hips in her hands and pulled her forward, pushing
her thighs open and diving right in.  Amber squeaked softly at the first
contact and squeezed my hand.  I lay back on the couch beside them,
watching Meredith fluttering her tongue all over Amber's pussy, flipping
the ring back and forth, catching it between her teeth, or sucking it
all into her mouth.

Meredith looked up at me briefly, sliding her hand into my crotch.  She
went back to eating Amber, but now began digging into my pants.  She
found my erection in a moment or two, and with some help from me, got it
out.  Then she started stroking me as she licked my girlfriend.

I pulled my shirt over my head and moved closer to them.  Meredith
suddenly came up from Amber's pussy, replacing her tongue with her hand,
and dropped her mouth over my cock.  As she bobbed rapidly over me, I
glanced at Amber, seeing a jumbled mixture of jealousy, nervousness, and
excitement in her eyes.  I reached for her, and she lowered herself
beside Meredith, who giggled around my dick and withdrew, letting Amber
take over.  She returned to Amber's pussy and resumed her attentions.

Now Amber sucked me rapidly as Meredith ate her.  She moaned around me,
trying to concentrate on pleasuring me but unable to control herself
completely.  I felt myself going deeper into her than I ever had before
and realized she was trying to deep throat me.  She got the head of my
cock past her soft palate, but could hold it there only a moment or two
before gagging.  But she tried again, and slowly calmed down.  She
couldn't get it all, but she managed most of it.

I withdrew after a minute of this and led the girls back to my bedroom.
 I had Amber lie on her back and Meredith sit on her face.  That
accomplished, I crawled between Amber's thighs and began fucking her
slowly as she ate her friend.

Meredith had gotten her very hot, wet, and bothered, and I slipped into
her easily.  I looked up to see her with her arms around Meredith's butt
and her tongue deeply inside her.  The timid Amber who had only
reluctantly pleasured Candy that night was gone--in her place was the
eager slut I had been training.  Meredith soon lost herself in what
Amber was doing and braced herself against the headboard.  Amber had not
forgotten me, and I felt her trying to squeeze and pulse herself around
me as I fucked her.  She had a long way to go in that respect, but she
was certainly trying.

I held myself off, luxuriating in Amber's hot, pulsating wet pussy and
watching the show in front of me.  Meredith rode Amber's tongue eagerly
now, whimpering almost continuously.  A series of low cries, then
shrieks, announced her second orgasm of the night.

When Amber had finished her off, I withdrew and had her reverse herself
so the two girls were in a sixty-nine position, diagonally across the
bed.  Meredith required no convincing--she dove right back into Amber's
bald pussy.

I watched the two of them for a minute or two until I sensed Amber
getting close to coming.  Then I went around behind Meredith, squatting
above Amber, and positioned myself to enter her.  Amber's face was a fog
of arousal, this act having overwhelmed all her other concerns.  I saw
no reluctance in her eyes now.  She simply positioned herself under me
and curled her tongue up to guide my cock into Meredith.

The other girl gasped as I pushed into her, momentarily stopping her
attack on Amber.  Then she bent back down, and the three of us were lost
in fucking each other.

Amber came first, thrashing around under us and groping at my legs.
Meredith came right after her, and again I felt the tremors of her
orgasm around me.  That was enough to push me over the edge, and I
squirted off deeply inside her as Amber licked all around us.

I remained inside Meredith as long as I could, but when I withdrew, my
come slowly oozed out of her.  Amber was waiting for it, and slurped it
up slowly.  I reached down to caress her forehead as she cleaned up her
friend.

Meredith rolled on her back beside Amber, grinning up at me.

"You're a pretty good fuck."

"Thanks."

She stroked Amber's leg.

"You too."

Amber smiled, but said nothing.

The two girls played with each other while I rested.  Amber restored my
erection about fifteen minutes later, and we replayed the previous
encounter, this time with Amber on top and me fucking her.  The third
time I simply fucked Amber in the ass while Meredith watched and got
Amber off with her hand.

It was much too late when the girls finally left.  Amber mumbled
something about her curfew, but Meredith just laughed and said she would
cover for her.  I got the distinct impression she wanted to do this
again some time.

I wasn't inclined to discourage her.

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-To be continued.-

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*ATTENTION READERS*  How would _you_ like to take part in Amber's first
gang-bang?  Well you can!  All you have to do is send me a name and a
physical description you'd like me to use, and I'll write them into the
final encounter of this story.  There are only eighteen spots available,
and it's first cum, first served, so move fast if you want a place on
the team!

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Amber: The Making of a Fuck Toy
Copyright 2000 by Richard Bissell
Free redistribution permitted; no commercial use without authorization.

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