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Four Friends

By: amicus



I took a careful look through the small rectangular window in the center of the wooden cafeteria door and there they were, all three of them. I smiled and then started shaking. It was a few minutes before the usual time I arrive for the lunch break, we had already met for coffee this morning.

I turned away and crossed the hall to a blue plastic chair with arms and sank into it; I just had to sit and gather myself for a moment, my hands were still shaking. I closed my eyes and let the past two years flash by in my mind as it had been doing the better part of a week now. Finally the day had arrived, would I have the courage to go through with it? Really, would I?

I was lonely the entire first semester. It went by fast though, with the full load of hard courses beginning to work for my degree in Chemistry, it was just that I couldn't seem to meet anyone to talk to, hang around with.

Every morning and noon, I began to recognize the same three nerdy looking guys that sat at the same table every day. They were almost hidden away in a corner away from the rest and no one ever came up to the table when they were there. It figured, I guess. Two of them wore corny looking glasses, they all wore geeky looking clothes, sometimes with holes in the jeans and they always looked untidy and in need of a haircut. I guess I looked kind of the same way.

One day I finally got up enough courage to walk over to their table and say hello. It turned into a comedy routine. They all tried to stand at the same time, chairs went flying, the table got bumped and drinks spilled and one soft drink can fell to the floor and splattered everywhere. I couldn't help but laugh. They looked startled and then at each other and we all laughed together. They invited me to join them, all red faced and shy.

That's how it all began, about a year and a half ago. They referred to themselves as Mutt and Jeff and Gordo, still not sure any of those were their real names, we never met outside the cafeteria, none of us had a social life it seemed. They shared a dorm room, I had two roomies that were the girlie girl types, airheads; we had nothing in common.

About a year ago I began to recognize a little ritual they performed each morning without fail. When I finally asked, they went all red faced and awkward. They had somewhere along the line been reporting each day whether any of them got any sex the night or the weekend before. It became kind of a joke with them as all of them were shy around girls and never asked anyone out. They freaked out when, one morning, I copied them with the same thumbs down gesture and a shaking of the head.

That seemed to bring us a lot closer together somehow, we became a true group of friends. We began to arrange study groups in the library when exams approached, even sent out for food and ate on the library steps when it was nice outside. Not one of them, ever, flirted with me or asked me out, but then, we were all the same in that way, social outcasts from everything else but our studies and each other.

About a month ago, some guy in a class invited me out to dinner and a movie. First time since I had been here anyone even noticed me. He was okay, kindy goofy and not very smart upstairs, but hell, it was a date, my first one in college, so I accepted. I told the guys about it. The seemed elated and disappointed at the same time and that puzzled me, but I was too excited to really notice.

I bought a dress, got all gussied up and ready to go and the phone rang. He couldn't make it. I forget what the excuse was, but he canceled the date. I was shattered.

My face was all puffy from crying half the night and it showed when I plopped down in my usual chair with the guys. I made my thumbs down gesture, but didn't look up and then had to run to girls room to cry some more.

It took almost a week for things to get back to normal around our little table in the cafeteria. A quiet week as the mood had changed and we all knew it. I wonder what would have happened if I had, 'gotten lucky', instead of being stood up.

I shower every day but on Friday or Saturday night I locked the bathroom door and soaked in scented oils for hours. I also touched my self and tried to find some release from the tension that seemed to build to an intolerable level. Sometimes it worked, most times not, but in either case, I always felt more relaxed; the bath was part of it.

About a week ago, I was in the tub, eyes closed, one hand on a breast the other between my legs and an idea came into my head and I opened my eyes and gasped out loud

"Oh, My God!"

Then I thought and thought and thought some more. Then went to sleep embarrassed by my thoughts. Then I went online and did some searching and got even more embarrassed. Could I really do that?

I opened my eyes, looked at the clock and the wall and took a deep breath. It was time. Now or never. Could I really say and do what I had planned?

They had never seen me dressed in anything but jeans and an oversized sweatshirt covered by a baggy, worn hoody, book bag and shapeless loafers, one of three pair I owned.

Today I wore a puffy blue skirt and a tight white blouse that showed my breasts, all belted tightly at the waist. It was probably the best I had ever looked; I even surprised myself in the mirror, not bad! Dainty little shoes and a purse, a new hairdo with a ribbon on each side and a bow, all girly girl, and I knew it.

When I peered through the little window again, they were looking, expecting me to arrive, it was time. I pushed through the door into the cafeteria, they all looked up and then looked away, not recognizing me, I grinned broadly. Still three shy guys that I had grown to like and respect.

They each glanced up at me as I approached the table and then looked away again, blushing. The tall one, Jeff, looked again and his eyes opened wide and he stood rapidly and the comedy scene happened again as they each figured out who was standing there in front of them.

"Sally?"

"Oh, my God, Sally?"

"Is that really you?"

I did a little modeling bit, twirled around, looked back over my shoulder, ran a hand through my hair and swished my skirt, they all gasped and turned red all over again. Now was the time.

I pulled a small rectangular green card from my purse and dropped it on the table. "Be there at six o'clock or never say another word to me." I spun on a heel and wiggled as much as I knew how as I left them behind and went out of the cafeteria. I so wanted to look back, but I did not.

I wobbled down the hallway on shaky knees, then broke into a run out of the building and to my car in the parking lot. "I did it! I really damn well did it!"

I had several things to clear up for the weekend and some things to buy and then more things to do, well, get through, and I did.

Still, I got to the hotel an hour early, used my green key card and let myself in and plopped on the bed then lay back and closed my eyes. Could I really do this?

I got up and took all the items out of my little carry bag, checked each bathroom, wandered through the entire suite and went back and sat on the bed. The next half hour took forever to go by.

That last five minutes took at least a day.

Finally I heard footsteps in the hallway and the sound of male voices outside the door. It swung open and my three nerdy friends, who had actually changed into decent clothing, came cautiously into the room.

I was perched in a large chair facing the door. My bare feet drawn up under my skirt. I tried to put a carefree smile on my face.

"Hi guys! Right on time!"

The door clicked closed behind them. All of them turned to the sound and then back to me, cautiously took small steps toward me, one in the middle, one on each side.

Jeff stood before me. "Sally...when did you get to be so beautiful and sexy? We can't believe it is really you!"

I uncurled my feet, stood up and felt lucky not to collapse right there. I stepped right up to Jeff, put my arms around his waist and rested my head on his chest. "Put your arms around me, Jeff." Other than a hand to offer occasionally, none of us had ever so much as touched before.

He didn't move his arms. "Sally?"

I didn't look up. "Are you that frightened of girls you can't even put your arms around one?"

I heard him gasp and felt the rapid intake of air into his chest. The he gently put his arms around my back. I tightened my arms and held him close for a long minute, then stepped back, looked up and moved to my left in from of Mutt, the shortest of the three, and slipped my arms around his waist. I had to rest my head on the top of his shoulder.

"Well?"

I felt his heart pounding as he slowly lifted his arms to my back; I squeezed him hard too for the same amount of time. Now my own pulse was racing and that surprised me.

Gordo was a little taller but heavier built. Not fat, but I could feel the difference when I circled him with my arms. I also felt him quiver as he raised his arms and embraced me. This was really, really strange. I just stood quiet for a few long moments.

Then I stepped back and moved in front of Jeff, the others stood where they were. I took a deep breath and then another, closed my eyes, took yet another deep one.

Then I raised my chin and looked directly into Jeff's eyes, then glanced at Mutt and Gordo. "There is a bathroom over there, with three robes in it. Take off all your clothes, all of them, put the robes on and then come into the other room and take my clothes off."

My voice didn't even crack, I thought for sure it would. The priceless of amazement I expected arrived and I smiled. I really said it!

This time Gordo spoke. "Sally, you can't be serious! You don't mean that! You can't!"

I put my fists on my hips and glared at all three of them. "Every since I have known you guys, all of us have been trying to get laid! I got sick of it! If you guys don't want me, I am going down to the hotel lounge and pick up the first decent guy I see and bring him up here! Now, you have five minutes to get naked and get in the bedroom!"

I spun around and left without another word and went into the bedroom.

Then I stood there and shook and tried to take a breath, then plopped my butt down on the bed.

They took all of the five minutes and maybe a little more before coming sheepishly through door with the robes belted tightly around their waists, Mutt's robe hung all the way to floor. "Hey shorty, should have gotten a woman's robe for you!"

That brought a nervous little smile to each of them. I stood up and faced them, they were aligned the same way as before with Jeff in the middle.

"There is, however, a small problem."

They all had different expressions on their faces.

I walked to each one and touched the arm of the robes lightly. "I love all of you guys. You are the best friends I have ever had, ever. You are kind and gentle and understanding and caring and I couldn't bear this school without you, each of you."

As one they all moved forward and touched my arm or my shoulder lightly. All said some small thing in return.

I stepped back a little. "My problem is that I won't choose which of you is ah, first. So....one of you gets the front, one the back and the other my mouth, all at the same exact time. That is the only fair thing I can think of."

Now it was their turn to back off a few steps, Jeff even turned away slightly, no one said a word.

The silence went on for a while. "You got a better idea? Anyone?"

Mutt finally spoke up. "Sally...this is not right for you, it shouldn't be this way, it is wrong."

"Yeah!" Said Gordo.

"All wrong." Said Jeff.

I glared at them all. "I had this idea, thought it out, worked it out, spent all this money and you tell it is all wrong? Fine! I damn well told you what I would do and I will!"

I turned away from all of them, on the verge of tears, God I hope I didn't bawl all over the place.

"But Sally, we love you too! You are the first girl any of us has known that will even look at us, let alone talk to us, sit with us, study with us, Sally, you deserve better that this!"

There were tears in my eyes, but not many and not the wrong kind. "Look, I have never been with a guy, no one even looks at me. Have any of you ever been with a girl that way? Anyone?"

They all shook their heads at the same time.

I know I colored at the thought that came to mind. "Ah, you do all like girls, uh, I mean?"

They all blushed but nodded their heads. Good. I sighed.

"I can't think of anything better than being loved, for the first time by all three of you whom I have come to trust and depend on. I was soaking in a bath, touching myself trying to relieve the tension I always feel and the idea just came to me out of the blue, scared the hell out of me that I could even think of such a thing...but I did. The more I thought, the more I tried to imagine what it would be like to have all of you touching me and kissing me all over at the same time. I had the best orgasm I ever did when I thought about that!

"I didn't think I could ever do this, maybe I still can't but I got this far, all by myself, that should mean something!"

They looked at each other, at the floor, around the room, anywhere but at me.

"Sally..." Said Gordo. "I always thought girls didn't like sex, didn't want to, just did cause guys wanted to all the time..."

"Girls are just like guys. You should hear those dipsy roommates of mine gossip about all the guys they have slept with, who has the biggest dick, how they did it, how many times and where. I want to be kissed and touched and held and loved, honest, I think all girls do."

There were looks of disbelief on all three faces. The talking had to be over with, I had to do something or it wasn't going to happen.

I reached out to Mutt and Gordo, put a hand from each on my butt, and the other on my breasts and held them there as they tried to pull away. I looked up at Jeff, he was the tallest, I lifted my chin and closed my eyes. "Kiss me, Jeff, please."

I reached out to him as he took a small step forward. I pulled him close to me and opened my eyes and looked into his. "It's okay, really, I want you to." I closed my eyes again and put my hand on the hands on my breasts and pushed them down harder and moved under that hands behind me.

Then I felt Jeff's lips lightly on mine and I wanted them, harder. I put my hands up behind his head and pulled him to me, stepped forward and surged my body against his and were suddenly kissing in a way I had never been kissed before, I thought I was going to melt.

After a moment I had to let go and pull away and sit on the bed, my knees were folding. I gasped and looked up into three red faces and deep breathing all around. "Wow!"

Mutt looked at me in awe. "You really seemed to like me touching ah, you, I mean..."

"Oh, I did Mutt, you too Gordo, God it felt so good!"

I took a few more deep breaths and reached out my hands and smiled as each of the boys took one and pulled me up. "Now, get me naked, but don't rip and tear these things, I bought them just for you guys.!"

Hesitation all around.

"Look, once you get a girl all warmed up and starting to get wet, don't stop or it goes away and I am ready, God am I ever!" 

I spread my arms wide apart. "Now!"

The were cautious and slow and hesitant and I reached out and put my hand inside two different robes on two different chests....I didn't have the courage, not yet, to explore further down.

Then I pulled Mutt's head over to me and kissed him deep, then turned to Gordo and did the same. I let the blouse slide down my arms and as one of them fumbled with my bra hook, I slipped a strap down, pulled a cup down, reached for the nearest head and pulled it down on my breast and gasped when I felt my nipple almost explode.

I don't know which one did the skirt and panties, but they got done and I felt more hands and lips all over and almost passed out. I had to collapse on the bed again.

I sat there for a moment with my head bent over, trying to catch my breath. When I looked up they were all staring at me.

"God, Sally, I never saw a live naked girl before. You are so beautiful!"

"I feel beautiful Gordo, you guys make me feel that way, that you want me, like me and you guys even started touching me and kissing me all on you own!"

They all blushed and turned slightly away. "Oh!" I got it. I smiled. "You got to see naked. My turn! Show me!"

Not one of them moved. I grinned and reached out for the nearest, turned out to be Mutt. I pulled him close to me, untied his robe and started exploring his body with my hands. He gasped when I took a light hold of him, I had never touched or looked at one before, it was weird, it stuck right out and throbbed when I squeezed it; he made a little sound and I looked up at his face...his eyes were closed. I bent my head over some more and pulled him and took him in my mouth. He gasped and pulled away.

"Oh! Can't stand that will explode!"

I smiled and reached for Jeff and pulled him over to me and opened his robe and began exploring his body. I did the same thing and then to Gordo and then we all collapsed on the bed breathing hard.

I lay back and closed my eyes. "Hands on me! I want hands and mouths all over me!"

They were fast becoming very cooperative and curious. I loved it. I kissed one, then another, keeping my eyes closed trying to guess why one it was. God this was even better that I had imagined.

I had to catch my breath again. I listened to the heavy breathing all around me and smiled and let my mind wander where it would.

A deep breath and I opened my eyes and looked at each of them. Not one of them had put a hand between my legs. "Who wants to taste me first?"

They all gave me a curious look. Jeff was at the top, he had been kissing my mouth a lot. Mutt on the left side and Gordo on the right. I pushed Gordo down and reached up for Jeff and pulled him alongside me. Gordo seemed like he didn't know where to go as I kept pushing his head down to my stomach and between my legs. He kissed my belly and then a thigh. I reached down and took one of his hands and moved it between my legs. I took a finger of his in my hand and located my little hot spot for him.

"I want your mouth and your tongue right there, but be a little gentle, okay" Then I reached for a hand from each of the other guys and showed them the same place.

Then I opened my legs wider as Gordo dropped his shoulders between my thighs and lowered his head. I gasped and a sound came out of my throat without prompting.

I think Mutt and Jeff were watching so I started massaging my breasts myself until I heard a chuckle and hands and mouths descended and the kissing started again and I was finally living and feeling.

Then I sat up a little and reached for Gordo's hand that was teasing a breast. I pushed it down, "Fingers, inside me, deep!"

"Ahhh...! Oh...God! "Thumb....finger in butt!"

I writhed under hands and mouths on me and lifted to the probing fingers and lifted and shuddered and went rigid, then relaxed. Oh, it had never been that good by myself!

I felt his head lift and I opened my eyes. "Gordo's face showed concern. "You okay, Sally?"

"Oh, yeah!" I reached down and pulled him up to me. "I want to taste and smell me on your face, kiss me!"

Mutt started to move up out of the way, but I pushed him down between my legs and closed my eyes, kissed and licked Gordo's face and then closed my eyes and let Mutt explore me with his mouth and then his fingers. Jeff kept kissing me and loving my breasts. Wow, It don't get any better than this!

It only took a few minutes, especially after Mutt put his hand behind me and pushed a finger in there again. I went off with a little squeak that time. 

I was going to push Jeff down there, but I didn't want to wait any longer. Mutt was on the right side and he was the smallest one, I embarrassed myself, so I pointed at the side table. "Condom, Mutt, for backside, some oil also...put it on both of us. Gordo, you get to lay on your back. I am on the pill and put some sperm killing stuff inside me, so you don't to use one if you don't want...."


Four Friends: Amy at the Biker Bar



This is a series of vignettes describing the experiences of four friends. The four met in college when all pledged the same sorority. While each has their distinct personalities, they easily became fast friends as they discovered their same sense of fun and adventure. Another thing the four had in common was their insatiable appetite for sex.

Amy looked like the typical blonde California beach girl. She was 5'8", 125 pounds with a bikini model 36c-24-34 body. Of the four girls Amy was the one with attitude. She was into sports and often played with the guys. She could kick their butts and enjoyed doing it. Her competitive streak probably came about growing up with an older brother and two younger stepbrothers. Her parents had divorced and her mom had remarried a man with the two boys who became her stepbrothers. They are a family of modest means, but it was a happy household. She was quite athletic since brothers would often engage her in their games whenever they needed a fourth whether it was playing golf, tennis, shooting pool, or 2 on 2 basketball games in the driveway. Amy knew she was beautiful and loved to flaunt it at times. She could be quite intimidating and often found it amusing how guys would turn to jelly around her.

Cheryl is a brunette beauty who came to school from the east coast. She had a smoldering kind of good looks especially when contrasted with her three blonde friends. She was 5'5" tall and weighed about 115 pounds. She grew up in a family of means so she was used to the finer things in life though her parents made sure that she didn't get spoiled by the trappings of wealth. She can get snobby with people she thought were inferiors. Cheryl was the youngest sibling of three girls.

Tiffany came from the Midwest. Tiffany was a willowy strawberry blonde with an angelic face. She stood at 5'6" tall, very slim, 110 pounds, and blue eyes that were usually downcast so as not to draw attention to her. Her conservative parents heavily influenced her behavior. They weren't religious per se, though they believed in a rigid moral code. Her father was the disciplinarian of the household and her mother deferred to him in just about all matters of consequence. As happens sometimes to someone who grows up in an environment of sexual repression, they act out in extreme ways. Tiffany was one of these cases. She has a younger brother who she often despised because he was always such a goody goody, never getting into trouble and always doing as their parents wanted. Tiffany would seem docile, even shy to the unobservant. But boiling under the surface was a cauldron of sexual desire. While in high school there were several acts of rebellion, but her desires would really be unleashed in college without the strict watchful eyes and harsh discipline of her father to keep her in line.

Suzy was a cheerleader and looked every bit the part. She was cute, petite, blonde, and perky. Suzy was all of 5'1" and weighed 100 pounds all wet. As petite as she was she had a decent sized rack, which measured 32b and looked even bigger, given her small frame. She has a brother who is two years older that she adored and looked up to. Her parents were typical middle class and allowed her enough freedom without being overly permissive either. She liked everyone to think of her as a "good girl" but she was not adverse to some sexual adventurism especially when she knew it would be discreet and not found out by friends or classmates. Suzy loved to be the center of attention and was always out on the social scene.

Four Friends: Amy's Night at the Biker Bar

The four friends were getting tired of always going to the same old campus bars and frat parties each weekend. Especially with it being summer break, the choice of parties to go to was scarce. And the bars would be filled with the same people they saw all the time. Suzy suggested that they go "slumming" at a blue-collar "townie" bar on the edge of town. She thought it might be amusing to tease some blue-collar type guys instead of always flirting with the college boys. That Friday night they met at Cheryl's dorm room and had a few drinks before piling into two cars. From past experience they knew sometimes one person might want to go home early or shack up with a guy so this way the rest could still stay out.

They got to the bar relatively early. It was somewhat run-down and at one time was probably a small home that got converted into a bar. It wasn't a bad neighborhood by any stretch, just more lower class than what the girls were used to. It would have been hard to tell it was a bar except for the neon beer signs hanging in the painted over windows. Amy was hesitant about going through with it but didn't want to be the one to chicken out.

If the outside looked foreboding the interior didn't look much better. Since it was early there were only a few patrons sitting up at the bar. A jukebox was playing some country and western songs while a couple of guys shot pool in the back room of the bar. All eyes turned to the college girls when they walked in. It was easy to find an empty table and the girls sat down and ordered several pitchers of beer from the black bar tender.

Amy felt very sexy in her white tank dress. The dress fit her form quite closely and showed off her tan shoulders and a bit of cleavage. It was also on the short side and her matching white heels made her legs look even longer than usual.

More people started coming in and the girls got more comfortable, even to the point of chatting it up with some guys at the bar. Amy wandered to the back room and sat down at a bar stool along the wall to watch a couple of construction workers play pool. After one of the guys sank the eight ball the other turned to her and asked if she wanted to play. Without something better to do she said, sure. She was a very good pool player and grew up playing against her brothers in the basement. Amy went to the rack and selected a cue that felt comfortable. Familiar with pool etiquette she put in her quarters and racked up the billiard balls in the triangle.

The guy she was playing her asked if she wanted to play for anything. She asked what did he normally play for. He said $5 and a shot to the winner was pretty typical. She said it was fine. Amy was a bit self-conscious at first bending over the pool table with her short skirt. She was sure she caught the guy trying to get a peek. On the one hand she didn't want to look like a slut with her ass hanging out to be ogled, yet she did enjoy thinking it was turning the guys on trying to get a glimpse under her dress. She checked herself to make sure her dress was covering just enough and proceeded to focus on the game at hand.

Her opponent was a bit surprised when he saw her make a couple of shots in a row. He chalked it up to dumb luck thinking a pretty girl like this wouldn't know how to really play. He knew a few girls who could play but they were all biker dykes who were more man than woman by their appearances. After a couple of more shots he found himself watching as Amy calmly sank the eight ball. She looked up with a smile and said, "Well it looks like you owe me a shot and $5."

The pool player wasn't too upset. He figured at least he had been able to watch her hot little body for the last 10 minutes and even saw quite a bit whenever she bent over to shoot. He came back from the bar with her drinks as well as a round for himself. By the time he got back another challenger had stepped up to take his place.

This challenger was dispatched fairly quickly as well. Amy was also getting more confident with her play. She even started talking some trash, boldly asking for the next challenger and taunting him by saying, "I hope you have more to show me than the rest of these losers."

At first the hot chick beating them amused the guys watching. But after a few more games their amusement turned to some resentment as she was really showing them up. Amy was having so much fun that when her friends came by to leave she told them to go on ahead, she hadn't taken all the money from the guys yet. She had even goaded a couple of guys into betting $10. They were none too happy when they went down in defeat as well. This went on for a while and the bar cleared out quite a bit as it started to get late. Soon there was just Amy and about half a dozen guys left in the bar along with the bartender.

A rather gruff looking and overweight biker was watching all the action and calmly waited his turn. When it was his turn to play she cockily asked him how much he planned to lose to her. He smiled and said, "How about we make this a lot more interesting. Let's make it for $50."

Amy was a bit unsure about this, as it was quite a big jump from the current stakes. She did a quick calculation in her head, which was getting a bit tougher considering all the shots she had by now. She'd already won more than that so she figured why not. So she said you're on.

Amy had the game won, but she got a bit careless with her last shot and accidentally scratched on the eight ball. This made her quite mad to lose her first game and have to pay up everything she had taken all evening to make. She paid up and got the biker his shot. No one really seemed to want to step up and challenge the biker. Between the looks and the stakes they were all a bit intimidated over playing him. Amy was going to leave as well but the biker challenged her to another game.

"Sure sucks to lose the way you did. Come on, how about another game for another $50?" the biker asked.

Amy hesitated. Maybe it was the way he made the challenge but she really wanted to beat him. She should have too except for that last shot which she would normally never miss like that. All the tequila shots must have made her a little wobbly and she would have to focus more not to let that happen. Another problem was that she didn't have another $50 on her. "I don't have that much money so I can't."

"Aw, come on. I bet we can find something of equivalent value."

"What do you have in mind?" Something in Amy's mind should have alerted her to the danger but at the moment she was only thinking of getting even.

"Let's see. You've been teasing all the boys all night bending over that pool table. Everyone's been hoping to get a glimpse at your panties but you've been able to hide it from us so far. So if you win I'll pay you $50. If you lose I get your panties." The biker still had that smirk on his face as if daring her to take the challenge.

All eyes were on her now as the guys all wanted to see what she would do. Amy nervously thought about it. Even in her buzz she realized she might have a loophole. He said she had to give him her panties but he didn't say how she would have to give them up. She could possibly go take them off in the bathroom or even if she had to remove them in front of everyone she could reach under her dress and take them off without even showing anything. Of course she would take the bet. What was a $5 pair of panties compared to the $50 she could possibly win? Sure it might be a bit embarrassing if she lost but no one would see anything anyway.

The room seemed extremely quiet despite the jukebox playing in the front. Both players said little besides calling out their shots. The game was close but Amy was left with a difficult back to win the game. She calmly visualized the shot and banked it in.

A groan went out from the half a dozen or so guys watching. Amy gave a sigh of relief and waited for the biker to bring her shot back as well as her money. She downed the shot and was glad that no one noticed her hand shaking as she put the shot glass back down on the table.

Amy was about to leave when the biker made another challenge. "We've each won a game so we have to do a best out of three." He added a teaser, "Unless you're chicken of course."

Amy shot him an angry look. "Chicken? Why? I should have kicked your ass both games. You got lucky in the first one." "Then you wouldn't mind if we upped the stakes a bit more. Say $200?"

"You know I don't have that much. You put up the $200 and I'll put up $50 and my panties again."

"Well that doesn't seem fair. Your panties were only worth $50 last time. Why should it be worth $150 this time? How about if I find something to even the stakes a bit?"

"Ok, what do you have in mind dirtbag?" Amy had her anger up and wasn't going to back down to this guy.

"Your panties and what's in them."

"What do you mean?" Amy asked with foreboding.

"If you lose then I get your panties and that college girl pussy of yours belongs to me tonight. If you are so sure of yourself then you wouldn't have a problem putting it ALL on the line."

Amy blanched. This was surely too much. Yet this guy had riled her up with his insulting challenge. She also didn't want to back down to him and a crazy thought went through her head. She would bluff him out and make him back down. "This pussy is better than any you could ever get and worth a hell of a lot more than what you're putting up. If you got the balls then make it $1000."

She was sure this would be too rich for this dirty biker to risk. She couldn't have expected what the biker did next. He smiled and went into his pocket and pulled out a roll of bills. From the top he pulled off ten $100 bills and laid it on the table. Her bluff had been called.

Her first thought was to leave and not go through with it. But the menacing look on the faces of the guys around the room indicated that wasn't an option. Her only alternative was to play her best and win.

Since Amy had won the last game she had the break. She sank a ball on the break that helped settle her nervousness. Calmly she surveyed the table and was able to put down several of her balls before she lost her turn. She watched warily as the biker set up for his shots. Amy also took a survey around the room and realized it would be tough to make a run for it should she lose. Her heels and the tight dress certainly wouldn't help her. She edged toward the door but a couple of guys realizing what she must be thinking made eye contact with her and gave her a look that said she wasn't going to be able to welch on this bet if she lost. Her attention came back to the pool table where the biker had also sank a distressingly high number of shots. 

She was quite relieved when he finally missed leaving only one of his balls and the eight ball on the table. Unfortunately she didn't have much of a shot either. After walking around the table a couple of times she decided her only choice was to play a safety and prevent her opponent from making a shot. She used her remaining ball to block the path to the biker's remaining ball. There was no way he could make this shot so she thought.

The biker took a look at the setup and had a concerned look on his face. Then he set up behind the cue and looked as he would knock it directly into Amy's ball blocking his path. He then elevated his cue stick and struck down hard. The cue ball leaped off the table, over the obstructing billiard ball and came down on the other side cleanly knocking his one remaining ball into the pocket. The eight ball was a given.

All color drained from Amy's face as she realized what had just happened. She had just put her body on the line and lost to this grimy unshaven biker. At least if he could have been good looking maybe but he was far from it. Her mind was racing and the thought of flight went through her head. Her body was frozen in place though and escape would have been futile anyway as one of the guys closed the door leading to the backroom.

The remaining 6 or 7 guys were all whooping it up as they realized too what had just happened. The biker came over to her and said, "Well slut, I think it's time you paid up."

Amy wanted to protest but she was too numb to get her mouth to work. She wondered if she was going be fucked right there in front of everyone. The answer came soon enough.

"Let's see those tits of yours slut." 

With those words he reached out and pulled the straps of her dress down off her shoulders so that her 36c breasts were in full view. Amy gasped and went to hide her breasts with her arms but the biker pulled her arms behind her, which made her arch her back. This had the effect of pushing her tits even more prominently out and more on display.

"Here boys, get a good look at them. I'd say they are one of the nicest pairs I've seen in quite some time. Not like those cows we usually get in here wouldn't you say?" The guys all agreed in the affirmative by their hoots, hollers, and crude remarks about what they would like to do to her tits.

The biker then guided her toward a couple of the guys watching the whole event. "I think those tits need to sucked." The guys needed no second invitation. In seconds Amy had a mouth eagerly sucking on both her nipples. Amy gave out a whimper and started to cry from shame. She closed her eyes hoping this had all been a bad dream and would all go away.

After several seconds of her breasts being groped and sucked the arms behind her pulled her back. Her breasts were freed from the mouth that had been suckling her.

"Look at the that boys! The slut even likes it. Her nipples are as hard as rocks," someone called out.

Amy looked down and looked. She was shocked to see that it was true. Her nipples were erect and red. She could feel the heat and aching coming from them. "That can't be," she thought to herself. "I can't be feeling pleasure from this obscenity." Part of her mind was rebelling at all that was happening, yet another part yearned to have those mouths continue the attention they were giving her.

"Hey, let's see more of her!" the shouts came out from the crowd.

The hands behind her released her and sprung her around. "I believe you owe me something. There are two parts to our bet," the biker said.

Amy was momentarily confused at the comment. Then she realized he was talking about her panties. She had the urge to hide her exposed breasts now that the biker had set her free. But she didn't realizing that he would probably make her expose them again anyway. Everyone had already seen that part of her anyway so it didn't seem to matter anymore.

Once she grasped what he was talking about she resigned herself to this part of the bet. She went to reach underneath her dress but was stopped by the biker. "You didn't think I would make it so simple did you?" He then took her by the waist and lifted her up on to the pool table.  "Now stand up. "

She did as she was told on wobbly legs. Being so high up really made her feel on display.

"Lift your dress up to your waist," came his next command. Again she did as she was told. She kept her eyes downcast trying not to make eye contact with anyone in the room. Her shame was already all too apparent.

"Cute panties," he commented about her string bikini bottoms. "Now take them off."

This was too much for her. Her tears were really flowing now. "I can't. Please don't make me do it."

"Take them off now!" the biker thundered at her. The commanding voice shocked her back to attention. She realized it was no use. They would get to see the rest of her too. She bent over and slowly lowered her panties all the way down. She stepped out of them and left it on the pool table.

"Now put your hands on your head and I want you to strut all the way around the table. I want everyone to get a good look at you." Red-faced and naked besides the dress that was bunched uselessly around her midsection she complied with the order.

When she made one complete lap around the edge of the table she stopped back in front of the biker. He reached up and grasped her by the waist and pulled he back down to the floor. Once on the floor he spun her around and pushed her shoulders down so that she was bent over the edge of the pool table. She was painfully aware of her heavy breasts as her still pert nipples brushed against the felt of the table. The biker got behind her and kicked her legs apart. She lost her balance but her weight fell against the table and her legs were almost uselessly hanging off the ground.




Four Friends: Amy at the Biker Bar



"What a piece of ass. I would have bet double to get a piece like this," he laughed as he said it. "You're such a dirty little slut to put this fine ass on the line," and gave her a slap on her bare bottom as if to accentuate the point. Amy yelped. She could feel the heat from where he had slapped her and could imagine a nasty red handprint forming on her perfectly rounded bottom.

"Now I think it's time to claim my other reward."

"Get it over with you bastard," Amy said with contempt. She felt a small measure of pride that she still had some defiance left.

"Go ahead and act like you won't like it. But oh you'll like it bitch. You're a stuck up college girl but who's really nothing more than a common cock-loving tramp. And everyone is about to find out just how much of a slut you really are."

Amy thought, "No way. He might get to fuck me but there is no way I could enjoy it." In the position she was in she was pretty much helpless and reconciled herself to being fucked by this hairy overweight biker. She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth expecting the worse. She tried to let her mind drift away from what was happening. She heard a zipper and felt what could only be one thing positioned between her legs. Then with one hard thrust he was inside her. The swiftness and depth in which he took her caught her by surprise as her eyes opened wide and a gasp escaped from her throat.

The guys watching all starting cheering as they watched Amy pinned by the biker against the pool table with her legs lifted up in the air and flailing in a futile attempt to escape. She heard comments like, "Yeah, nail her!" "Fuck her hard!" "Give it to the slut!" She tried to blank it all out. Tears of humiliation rolled down her face.

The biker continued to fuck Amy hard, making a grunt with each thrust. Try as she might to prevent it Amy was making little sounds of pleasure. At first they were small little groans under her breath. Then almost unconsciously some moans, unmistakably of sexual lust, escaped from her lips. She still tried to fight the feelings building up but she was losing the fight. Her moans got louder in unison with the thrusts. Her body overcame whatever obstacles the mind had left to put up and then waves of orgasms wash over her body as she screamed out, "Oh god! Oh god!" The contractions in her pussy set the biker off too as he added his grunts and groans to Amy's screams of lust. Hot cum filled her pussy to overflowing.  After the spasms stopped he slid out his now spent cock. Amy whimpered her disappointment at the void between her legs.

"Well will you look at that? The little slut came all over my cock. I told you she was a cock loving little whore."

Other crude comments were heard too about the performance of the nasty little cumslut they had in front of them

Amy was still whimpering from the last couple of spasms running through her pussy. This had the effect of squeezing some of the cum out of her freshly fucked pussy. A gob of cum hung off her clit, which tickled and tantalized her further and made her writhe her hips. Without knowing it, her movement further showed all the guys watching that she was a hot little slut who enjoyed the fuck she just had and probably wanted some more cock.

As her senses came back to her she felt ashamed again when she realized what had just happened. Not only had a grimy biker just fucked her hard; but she had enjoyed it! They were right; she was a dirty little slut. She was just glad there was no one she knew who could see what a depraved slut she had become.

Even though she was free to get up now from the pool table she continued to lay there, weak from her orgasm. A small argument broke out between the guys trying to get at her next. Finally order was restored and another cock was invading her pussy again. Amy was soon grunting again taking no pains this time to hide her true feelings. 

A couple of guys added their loads of cum to the biker's. Then someone suggested that she be put on the pool table so that guys could get access to her mouth too. She was lifted up and put on her back on the table. Her sloppy cunt was overflowing with the three deposits already made. Cum leaked out from her pussy in a trail that ran down her ass and onto the green felt. A couple of guys knelt on either side of her head with their cocks out. She eagerly reached out and sucked on one while stroking the other, alternating every so often. It wasn't long before both sprayed a stream of cum all over her open mouth and face. Streaks of cum were in her hair. Cum ran down her face and chin. She swallowed what got in her mouth and even lapped up some on her fingers. A pool of cum collected at the base of her neck.

All sense of resistance had left Amy now. She even started to respond to some of the comments. When one of the guys who had just finished ejaculating on her face said, "You love this slut don't you?" 

She responded, "Yeah, give it to me. I love sucking cock. I'm a dirty girl and need more cock!"

She was flipped over on all fours. Another guy took the position at her head and she eagerly took his cock in her mouth. The biker had hopped on the table and was ready for another turn. He positioned his cock to take her from behind; only his aim was a bit higher this time. By the time she realized what the biker had in mind it was too late. Her eyes grew wide as the new cock pushed past her sphincter and firmly embedded itself in her asshole. No one had ever fucked her in the ass before. She might have screamed if not for the cock in her mouth that muffled whatever protest she might have made. She dared not bite down either. Her attempt to open her mouth wider to scream only made the guy push deeper in her mouth. She tried to crawl away from the intrusion in her ass but that only made the guy at her head go deeper down her throat. She gagged until she remembered to relax her throat muscles. Getting deep throated was too much for the guy as he ejaculated down her throat. Her mouth was overflowing, as it was too much for her to swallow all at once.

The biker started stroking in and out of her ass and was going deeper and deeper with each stroke. After awhile the burning in her ass began to subside and turn into something more pleasurable. Another orgasm came over her while she had the biker's cock in her ass and another one in her mouth. The biker came in her formerly virgin ass and pulled out leaving her asshole agape and leaking cum. For a second she felt a hunger from the vacuum of the just departed cock. Her hunger was soon satisfied as another cock invaded her ass. There was less pain this time as her asshole was still stretched and lubricated by the last deposit it received. This time she even started to hump back at the stranger in her ass. The cock in her mouth started cumming as well and she swallowed as much of it as she could. Her mouth was put to use again as quickly as it was vacant.

This went on a bit until all the patrons had taken a turn or two using her. The last one to take her was the black bartender. He used her mouth first making her lick his balls as well as filling her mouth with his black cock. After he dumped a load on her face Amy even begged him to fuck her with his big black cock. He got between her legs and put them over his shoulders. He fucked her mercilessly while Amy had her third orgasm of the night.

After the black bartender was done a lull developed in the action as all the guys were spent from the activities of the past couple of hours. Absentmindedly Amy started to play with her pussy as she lay on the table with her eyes closed.

"Look at that will ya. She still wants more. We really have us a nympho slut here."

Amy heard herself talking as if it was someone else, "Yeah, I need more cock. Give me more cock."

The biker chuckled, "Well darling I think you already worn us all out. But I've got an idea though that should keep that slimy cunt of yours filled."

Amy felt something very hard at the entrance of her pussy. The hardness started to work its way in. Soon it had her filled up again and was sliding in and out rhythmically. This was no cock though but much harder. She opened her eyes to see what was fucking her. The biker had taken a pool cue and was working the thick end in her pussy.

Amy let out a deep moan when she realized what a show she was putting on. She continued to play with her pussy while the pool cue impaled her. In her humiliation another orgasm came over her, more intense than even the previous ones. Moaning and whimpering through the spasms she finally found herself fully spent. She curled up in a fetal position with the pool cue inside and passed out from all the exertions.

"Wake up ho! You have to get out a here." It was the black bartender with a hand on her shoulder rousing her from her sleep.

Tiffany sat up groggily. She had no idea how long she had been passed out. The pool cue that had given her so much pleasure earlier was gone as the bartender had cleaned up the place and hung it up. No one else was there anymore and there would have been no signs of what had just taken place except for the stains on the felt of the pool table. Tiffany looked down and she realized her dress was still bunched around her waist. She went to cover herself up and was able to wobbly make her way off the table to the floor.

She found her purse where she had left it on a table and made her way to the door. As soon as she stepped out the bartender slammed the door shut behind her. She stood there for a second wondering it had all been a bad dream or did it really happen. She looked down at her dress and was quickly reminded that it hadn't been a dream. Amy's white dress was stained yellow and the smell left no doubt what was the cause of those stains.

The sun was starting to come out and traffic was light. Back on campus she hurried from the parking lot to her dorm room. She certainly didn't want anyone to see her in this condition. Lucky for her no one was around this early and her roommate had gone home for the weekend. She removed her dress, crumpled it up in a heap tossed it on to the floor. She'll have to get rid of it later as it was hopelessly ruined. Just the smell of it was making her nauseous now. She made her way to the shower, careful to avoid looking in the mirrors as she passed by the vanity. Amy wasn't ready to face herself yet. The soothing water of the shower felt good as she washed away the dried cum from the various parts of her body. Her breasts felt especially tender after all the sucking and groping that it had to endure. Her pussy lips were puffy and red not to mention as sore as can be. Her asshole was another story altogether. She wondered if she would ever be able to go to the bathroom again it was so sore.

After she finished cleaning herself she went back to her room and lay down on the bed. Now all the memories and questions started to flood her head. Why didn't you leave when your friends left? What was she thinking making that bet? But the question that tormented her most was why she had cum as much as she did. How could she cum getting fucked by a dirty biker guy? And then to have them fuck her ass too! That had made her cum as well. And a black guy too. Then that horrid pool cue too. How could even that have made her moan and thrash about like a low life whore? What would her parents think if they knew what she had been up to? Was she really a cum guzzling slut or a whore like they had called her?

Amy felt so ashamed and guilty at what she had done. Yet there she was again, playing with her pussy as she had one last orgasm before she fell asleep; dreaming of fucking more cocks.