Message-ID: <26272asstr$968703008@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: Richard Bissell X-Original-Message-ID: <8pj6jd$t1i$1@nnrp1.deja.com> X-Article-Creation-Date: Mon Sep 11 18:00:28 2000 GMT Subject: {ASSM} Amber: The Making of a Fuck Toy 15 {RBissell}(2/2) Date: Mon, 11 Sep 2000 16:10:08 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: RuiJorge, newsman Amber: The Making of a Fuck Toy Copyright 2000 by Richard Bissell Free redistribution permitted; no commercial use without authorization. --- 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." --- -To be concluded--Next week!- --- Amber: The Making of a Fuck Toy Copyright 2000 by Richard Bissell Free redistribution permitted; no commercial use without authorization. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+