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I headed into the bathroom and went into a stall. I pulled down my paints and panties down around my ankles and sat down. Bubba’s jizz was seeping out of my boi-hole. It had soaked the thong string that went between my ass cheeks and was leaking onto my paints. I leaned down and used some toilet paper to wipe it out. I reached down between my legs with my left hand and slowly slid my middle finger into my boi-pussy. I pushed it all the way in and then moved it up and down. I was very slippery, and it felt so good. I pulled my finger out and looked at it. It was covered in Bubba’s cum and my pussy lube. I stuck out my tongue and licked it. It was so tasty. I stuck the finger in my mouth and sucked the sweet salty juice off. I then put my hand back down and this time stuck my middle and ring finger in. Waves of intense sensual pleasure moved through my body as my fingers made contact with my joy spot. I pulled up my shirt and started massaging my nipples lightly. A feeling of bliss moved down to my little clitty and into my boi-pussy. The muscles relaxed and contracted as I pinched my nipples. I felt my cock getting hard as I massaged these erogenous zones. I daydreamed of Bubba’s huge cock, then Dougie’s. I started moving my fingers slowly in and out of my hole. I started pinching my nipples harder. My boi pussy loosened and tightened around my fingers. My mind wandered to different men as I got more and more excited. I started thinking of Reverend Umberger. I imagined him with a huge cock. I fantasied that he had me tied up and he was power fucking me. I let my right hand drop to my clitty and took it between my thumb and middle finger and slowly stroked it. I took in a deep breath as the tingling from stroking my clitty stimulated the gratification sensors in my mind. I closed my eyes and pulled my fingers out and put them in my mouth. I sucked them like I would a dick. The taste really got me going. Bubba’s cum and my ass juice acted like an aphrodisiac. I dropped my hand back down and slid the two fingers back in. I fantasied that Reverend Umberger was ramming my boi-pussy. I felt the intense tingling sensation welling up between my thighs. I felt my sperm start its journey from my balls to my penis, and then I shoved the fingers deep as my juice shot out of my little cock onto my chest. I twisted my hand, so my fingers massaged the joy spot inside my boi-cunt for my second, third and fourth ejaculations. I felt the muscles inside my boi-pussy clinch my finger. My body convulsed with each discharge until there were no more. I continued to stroke my little clitty making me shudder. I imagined Reverend Umberger leering down at me as I relaxed and recovered from my orgasm.

I looked down to see my cum drops spread over my chest up to the nipples. ‘Don’t want that to go to waste,’ I thought. I took my fingers, covered with Bubba’s and my juices. I wiped the cum off my chest and tummy and licked it off my fingers. The salty sweet goo was so invigorating. I scooped up more and licked every last drop off my fingers. I continued to do this until I couldn’t find any more. Disappointed it was gone but satisfied with my organism. I peed, then wiped myself. I got up, pulled my shirt down, and pulled my paints up. I tucked my shirt in. I picked up my bookbag and exited the stall. I walked over to the sink and mirror. I washed my face and hands. I looked into the mirror. My hair was a mess after Bubba’s and I’s little fuck. I noticed a dark spot under my left eye where Bubba’s had given me a luv tap. I smiled thinking, ‘Cocktease, now I know how to get him going’. I looked forward to my next session with Bubba.

As I walked into the hall, no one was out here. I looked at my phone. I was late to Music class. ‘Oh shit’ I thought to myself. I had been so into masturbating I hadn’t heard the bell ring. ‘It doesn’t matter, I want her to write me up anyway,’ I remembered. As I walked in, Ms. Jones stopped class and watched me. I put my bookbag down at my desk and went to get my trumpet. “Bobbi, come up here”, Ms. Jones said. I walked to her desk. She looked me in the eye and asked, “Why are you late to class?” “I was in the bathroom,” I replied. “I see. What’s that on your face?” She asked. I touched the bruise and said, “I dropped the rug when we got it to my room. It was too heavy for me.” “Wasn’t Bubba with you when you got the rug?” She asked. “Yes, but I was trying to move it by myself and I dropped it,” I answered. “OK, get your instrument and have a seat with the others.” She told me. I sat next to Asa. He elbowed me and said,” Word has it that he worked you over pritty good. That you were begging him to stop.” I smiled. “Sometimes words are deceiving. I’m looking forward with some more time with Mr. Bubba. He’s got the biggest cock I ever saw. He thinks I’m a cocktease,” I told Asa. “You’re such a whore,” Asa told me. We both snickered. Ms. Jones gave us a disapproving look. We started rehearsing.

After class Asa and I met up with Doug and headed for the pool. “Hear you fucked the mighty Bubba after lunch,” Doug said mater-of-factly. I smiled, “Yes I did,” I answered. “I didn’t think he was gay or bi,” Asa said. “Well he thinks I look like a girl,” I told him. “Said I was a good fuck too,” I said with a smile. “He’s the Reverends snitch, you know?” Asa warned me. I nodded my head. “I think I can use that,” I said. “His dick as big as a baseball bat?” Doug asked. “It’s big, real big,” I replied as we reached the swimming pool. We changed and got into the pool. We swam our laps. Everyone was done and getting out of the pool. “Want to do a few sprints with me?” Doug asked. “Sure,” I said. By the time we were through, everyone else had taken a shower and were leaving. It was only the two of us as we got out of the pool and headed for the shower.
We stripped off out suits and hung them up. We headed for the shower and soaped up. Doug reached over and grabbed my nipple playfully. I turned around and wiggled my butt at him. He put his arm around my chest and pulled me close. We moved between the two showerheads out of the water streams. The steam and soap made us slippery. I turned and our lips met for a long French kiss. His tongue and mine danced into each other’s mouth. His beard stubble sc****d my smooth skin. I could feel a sting on my bruised cheek when his face sc****d against it. I pushed the bruise against his cheek, savoring the pain. We ran our hands over each other and ground our cocks together. He started working his way down my neck. We parted and he started kissing down my chest. Then he came to my nipples and licked and kissed them. I leaned back against the wall as he sucked on each one. Then he pinched them hard. That feeling of pain gratification shot from my nipples down to my boi-hole. I was breathing deep, and my little clitty was nice and hard. I loved my nipples being played with and sucked. He kissed and licked his way down my tummy until he got to my bellybutton. He stuck his tongue into it and reached around grabbing the cheeks of my ass. He worked his right hand between the cheeks, and slowly worked his middle and ring finger into my boi-pussy. I gasped with pleasure and breathed erratically as his fingers making contact with my joy spot. He licked down my smooth pubic patch where his mouth made contact with my clitty. He dug his fingers deeper into my hole and took my hard little dickie into his mouth. I raised my hands to my nipples and pinched them hard. Waves of pleasure ran all over my body. Especially to my little cock. My boi-pussy muscles tightened around his fingers. I leaned back against the wall, my eyes half open, I rocked my head slowly from side to side. I thrust my hips out so he could suck me better. He slowly finger fucked my boi-cunt, and bobbed his head, his mouth gently massaged my clitty. I started moaning to let him know I was thoroughly enjoying his work. Doug knew what I liked. It didn’t take long before I felt my orgasm radiating from inside of me. Doug felt the change of my cock in his mouth and he started speeding his finger fucking and his head bobbing. I pushed hard against the wall. I pushed my head back and thrust my hips out. Doug got a rhythm with his mouth and hand working together. He squeezed my cheek with his left hand, digging them into the flesh of my ass. I pinched and rolled my nipples harder, shooting painful titillation through me. Hastening the orgasm building inside of me. My knees buckled. I reached out and grabbed one of the facets for support. Doug pushed his finger deep into me as I shot my first droplets of sperm into his mouth. He pulled back his head and pushed it forward as the second ejaculation shot out its cream. His hand was doing the perfect job of stimulating my joy spot inside of me. His mouth worked my tiny little cock just right. I jerked forward when I discharged my third shot of seaman, I had to grab one of the other faucets with my free hand to keep from falling. My body convulsed with the last two discharges. I jerked as Doug sucked the last little bit of cum still inside my little cock.

I stood there panting, leaning against the wall. Doug pulled his fingers out of my ass and dropped my clitty from his mouth. He stood up and took my chin into his hand and lifted my face up to his. He moved his lips down towards mine. I opened wide as our lips met and he opened his mouth to let the cum drip into mine. Our tongues danced together in the rich salty sweet jell. He wrapped his arms around me, and I let go of the faucets and put mine over his broad shoulders. He pulled me close and his chest hair tickled my smooth chest. His cock slid under my little cock and between my legs rubbing across the grundle and stimulating my perineal nerve. The sudden stimulation caused a wave of overpowering euphoria to run through my body. I shuddered with pleasure and my knees buckled again. Doug held me tight and kept me from falling. We made out and I reached down and massaged his balls with my right hand. After a long passionate French kiss, we separated. “Get up against the wall,” he said. I turned and put my hands against the wall. I pushed my ass out and spread my legs. Doug moved in behind me bent down and put his cock between my butt cheeks. He slid it up and down a couple of times between them. I giggle at this. He stepped back and his hand came down hard on my ass cheek. He started slapping them hard. Each time he spanked me the pain turned me on. He stopped and moved up behind me again. “Tell me you want me to fuck you bitch,” He said. “Oh yes, I want you to fuck me, please fuck me,” I replied. I got up on my toes as he took his hard penis in his left hand and spread my ass cheeks with the other. I felt the tip of his cock find the edge of my boi-pussy. He penetrated my boi-cunt and pushed it all the way in. I gasp from the rush of pleasure. He pulled it out, then penetrated me again. I leaned against the wall standing on my toes trying to rase my ass higher for him. Doug continued to penetrate me and then pull out. I gasp from his cock exciting my joy spot over and over. It felt so good.

After Doug had entered and pulled out of my boi-hole a few times, he pushed his dick into me. My ass cheeks stung from the spanking. He then stared fucking me in a steady rhythm. My clitty hadn’t had time to get soft from his blowjob. Doug’s fucking made it shudder and I felt it getting harder again. He grabbed my hips, his fingers digging into the skin. The pain felt wonderful and my own little cock was fully hard again. I started moving my hips back and forth in time with his thrusts. His hips popped against my butt cheeks. Each time the sting from my red sore cheeks ran through me body. I put my face cheek against the wall of the shower, raised my left arm and put it against the wall to steady myself. I let my right arm drop and put my hand under my balls and started massaging my perineal nerve. Doug’s cock was massaging the inside of it and it felt really, really good. He kept up a steady rhythm and after a short while I could feel his cock starting to stiffen as he approached orgasm. “I want you to cum in my mouth, “I said. “Ok,” he replied. He started speeding up his thrusts. I took my clitty between my middle finger and thumb and started stroking it. Doug backed up a little, and I leaned down more pushing my ass up for him by standing on my toes. I felt my own orgasm building. I stroked harder and faster, wanting to cum while he was still fucking me. I didn’t have long to wait. I started shooting out my second load. I pushed my ass back hard onto Doug’s dick as I shot my cum. I shuddered with each discharge as Dougie’s cock slide in and out of my boi-hole. My anal muscles contracted around his cock. This put him over the edge, he grunted. “I’m going to cum,” he told me. He pulled out and I turned and dropped to my knees. He aimed his cock with his right hand at my mouth. I took his cock into it and he thrust his hips forward. His cum shot into my mouth. He discharged it as I bobbed my head back and forth on his shaft. He groaned as he unloaded into my mouth. I sucked and bobbed my head, draining his balls of the tasty goo. The flavor of my ass pussy juice and jizzem mingling in my mouth. I rolled it over my tongue, savoring the flavor. Doug leaned forward over me and put his hand on the wall to steady himself. I let his cock slide out of my mouth. I savored his cum and then swallowed his seamen down and stood up. We embraced and our mouths met in a soft French kiss. The steam from the shower keeping us wet.

We got under the water and rinsed off. We grabbed towels and dried off as we walked to our lockers. I sat down and started dressing. “Heading out for dinner with Jon?” Doug asked. “Yep, and getting supply’s too,” I replied. “I know Pete; he and Jon are a lot alike. He’s at the University across town now. Just so you know, there are four buildings named after their Grandfather, their great Uncles, and their great Grandfather,” Doug told me. “Shit, Jon and his family must be really rich,” I said. “They are,” Doug replied. We finished dressing and headed for the residence house.
I put on makeup, perfume and fixed my hair into two ponytails on each side. I was going for the school gurl look. I put on my Mary Janes. I looked into the mirror and shrugged. ‘I look so boish. I wish I could wear more gurly clothes,’ I thought to myself. I headed up to the office. Bubba was on duty. I sat on the corner of the desk and rubbed my leg on his. He turned toward me, and I ran my foot on his crotch. “Want to have some fun?” I asked him. “You know I’m on duty tonight,” he replied. “Too bad, I’m horny, and need some dick. I guess it will have to be somebody else then,” I told him. Bubba got an annoyed look on his face. “You’re a little faggot, and from what I hear, every body’s dipping into your honey pot,” Bubba said and started getting up. I backed off, smiling at him. Jon walked in. “Come on sweet cheeks, you don’t need to be pissing off Bubba,” he said. Bubba sat back down. Jon and I signed out and went out to catch our bus.

We walked into the restaurant and were greeted by the maître d. “Table for two?” He asked. “I’m looking for my brother, Peter Van Boor?” Jon replied. “Oh yes, reservation for three. No, he hasn’t arrived yet,” the maître d told us. “Would you like to be seated at a table, or would you like to get a drink at the bar first?” The maître d asked. Jon looked around; the place was almost empty. “We’ll sit at the bar till he gets here,” Jon informed him. “Very good,” the maître d replied. The bar tender was a young woman. She leaned over the bar. “What would you like?” She asked. I looked at Jon. “I’ll have a martini,” he said. “And for you?” the bar tinder looked at me and ask. “I’ll have a gin and tonic, lime,” I replied confidently. “Can I see some I.D.s please?” she asked. Jon pulled a twenty out of his pocked along with his I.D. and slid it across the bar. “That’s mine and the young lady’s” he told her. She picked up the I.D and the twenty and handed Jon back the I.D. without looking at it. She put the Twenty in her apron pocket. She returned with the drinks. “Will you be paying now, or should I put it on a tab?” She asked. “On a tab, for Van Boor,” Jon told her. Her eyes lit up with recognition. “Yes sir, no problem sir,” she answered. She walked off.

“Wow. This is the first time I ever ordered a drink in a bar,” I said. “It’s a restaurant, not a bar,” Jon replied. “Still it’s the first-time getting a bar mixed drink for me,” I said. “You’re such a cutie,” Jon said. Our conversation moved on. We had another drink and were talking about school things when an older version of Jon walked in. He waved and came to the bar. “This is my brother Pete,” Jon said. “Nice to meet you,” I replied. “Nice to meet you. Let me get a drink,” He said. The bar tender came up. “Tom Collins please. And a refill for these two,” She nodded and went to make the drinks. “My you’re a looker,” he said. “She a boi?” he asked Jon. “Only at birth, otherwise everything about her is female,” he said. I giggled as they talked about me. “Let’s see what you have here,” he said as he leaned in to give me a kiss on the cheek. I felt his hand run down my crotch and feel my penis. “Yep she does have the plumbing. Dad’s going to be all over her at the Reverends fund raisers,” Pete said. The bartender brought us our drinks. This was my second and I was already feeling lightheaded. Pete waved to the maître d who came over with menus. “We’d like to sit on the veranda,” Pete said. We followed the maître d to a double door and outside. There were a number of tables, but no one else was sitting outside. Pete pulled out my chair and waited till I was seated. Then he and Jon sat down. It seemed a little strange being treated like a lady, but I liked it.

“What’s this about the Reverend having a fund raiser?” Jon asked. “Dad said that the Reverend decided that he was going to have fundraising parties again. First ones scheduled in about three or four weeks,” Pete said. “That’s why he was asking me about Bobbi and what kind of boi I thought he was,” Jon said laughing. “What are y’all talking about?” I asked? Jon looked at me, The Reverend use to have these dinner parties for big donors. You know the really rich guys. Their all perverts and pedòphiles. The Reverend, who is such a gawdley man himself would get a couple of cute looking boi’s to wait on them. Server them food and drinks. After a while the more innocent boi’s would leave. The rest, usually one or two, would stay and service these guys. Suck em and fuck em to get em to open their wallets,” Jon stopped talking as the waiter came up. We ordered our food, and he left. Pete starts up again. “So anyway, at one of the parties one of the innocent boi’s somehow got left behind. This old guy thought his was one of the fuck toys and started moving in on him. He freaked out and went running back to school. He called his parents who came up and started a problem. Fortunately, the school had them sign an arbitration clause when he enrolled. The Reverend and some of the donners paid off the k**’s parents and everything cooled down. That was about two years ago,” Pete finished. “Pete and I both did them. The Reverend would ‘tip’ the ones who stayed to do the donors,” Jon added. “I’m guessing that after that little trip to Thailand he took during the summer got the Reverend thinking,” Pete said laughing. “Yea, Bobbi will make a nice little ladyboy fuck toy for them guys,” Jon said. “Here I thought I was working on getting into the Reverend’s pants all this time, and he’s been sizing me up to be his whore,” I said laughing. “Yea, he wants to be your pimp. He wants you to fuck the donors so he can get money for the school,” Pete said. “And himself,” Jon put in.

The waiter arrived and served us our food and another round of drinks. “Damn gurl, don’t you ever eat anything?” Jon asked. I had ordered a small salad. They both had pasta dishes and lots of bread. I smiled and replied, “Got to keep my gurlish figure,” “I never see her eat anything but fruit and greens,” Jon told his brother. “How come you don’t dress like a girl?” Pete asked. “You wear the underwear and have some gurly outfits. Why don’t you go full crossdresser?” Jon asked me. “I didn’t think I could. I was told we had to dress like young gentlemen,” I answered truthfully. Jon and Pete pulled out their phones. “Nope. Says here, ‘students will wear appropriate business attire to class, dinner, special functions and church attendance’. Doesn’t say anything about gentlemen,” Jon read out of the student manual. Pete read out, “A jacket and tie are part of the business attire,”. “It also says, ‘Students may wear attire they feel comfortable in as long as it conforms with social standers during the times not otherwise specified.’ Sounds like you got an open argument there Bobbi.” I sucked on my lips thinking. “You should talk to Ms. Jones, she could tell you if you can get away with it,” Jon said. My mind was racing with thoughts of going shopping again.

“Bobbi, are you coming?” Pete asked. I looked up from my daydream of shopping. “No, but I do have a hard on,” I answered. Both Pete and Jon looked stunned at my answer, then started laughing. “I told you she’s an airhead,” Jon told Pete. “Fuck, she’s blushing,” Pete said as I turned red realizing what I had just said. “Um, I was thinking about something,” I said in my defense. “Gawd I want to fuck you. Your so cute,” Pete said. “Your nice looking too, and I want you to fuck me,” I said and smiled at him. “Back to the question. Are you coming to the frat party next Friday night?” Pete asked. “Idoeknow, can we? What’s a frat?” I asked looking at Jon. Jon looked at me and answered, “Yes, you have to sign out as a visit to the university. A frat is like a boi’s club,” “Oh that sounds like fun. What kind of party is it?” I asked. “Lots of booze, d**gs, music and dancing. Around midnight we clear out the ballroom. We call it the rodeo. You can sit and watch, while the participants get into the bullring. It’s usually couples, some guy on guy. They fuck, and we watch. Goes on all night,” Pete explained. “That sounds like fun. Count me in. Maybe we will have time to fuck,” I said with a wink at Pete. “I’ll hold you too that,” Pete said with a leer on his face. I giggled.

The waiter came and asked if we wanted desert. We ordered and I asked for coffee, black. The desert came, and I had the fruit cup. Pete pulled out a small wooden box, took out a small cigar and offered the box to Jon. He took one out, then Pete offered me one. “What is it?” I asked. “Their Blunts. Pot and tobacco,” Pete said. I took one out and put it to my noise. It smelled like tobacco. Pete and Jon lit theirs. Pete held the lighter for me and I lit mine. I took a drag off of it and started coughing. I drank down the rest of my drink trying to cool my throat. Pete and Jon laughed. “She’s a babe,” Jon said to Pete. “Good thing she found us. We can give her the education she needs.” Pete said laughing. After a couple of pulls on my blunt, I was nice and stoned. Between four gin and tonics and the pot, I felt good. I noticed we were alone on the veranda and a wicked thought popped in my head. I took another hit off the blunt. A sip of coffee and I slid out of my chair onto the floor. I got on my knees and moved over to Jon. I reached up under the table and undid his belts and pants. I got under the table and pulled his cock out. I licked the tip. Jon looked down and said, “Looks like someone wants something else for dessert,” Pete chuckled. I took Jon’s semisoft cock and started working it up and down in my mouth. It quickly got hard. He spread his legs and I dropped his cock from my mouth. I worked his balls out of his tighty-whities with my hand and licked them. I took them in my mouth and lightly sucked on them. I let them out of my mouth and then I took each one individual, and gently sucked on them. First one then the other. Jon was squirming in his seat. I could hear them talking, and Jon was not finishing his sentences. I let his balls drop out of my mouth, and I moved back up to his cock. I slowly took it into my mouth. I built up the spit to get it wet and slippery. There wasn’t much room under the table, and my head bumped the first couple of times. I figured out the clearance, with only an occasional bump ever now and then.

Suddenly I heard the door. The waiter come up to the table. “Can I get you anything else?” He asked. Jon and Pete ordered another drink. “Is the young lady alright?” he asked. “She’s looking for her contact lens,” Pete said with a bit of sarcasm in his voice. “Would the lady like another drink?” he asked. I let Jon’s cock slid out of my mouth. “Yes please,” I answered. I went back down on Jon before the waiter had made it to the door. I continued to massage Jon’s cock with my mouth. He was very hairy, but he kept it trimmed. He smelled good like lilac. I pushed his shirt up a little to get a better movement on his meat. He was getting near, and I started bobbing faster. He started to twitch as his orgasm began to build. Pete kept talking to him, as though Jon was listening. Suddenly the door opened again. The waiter arrived with our fresh drinks. Just then Jon came. He bucked as he shot his hot salty sweet load into my mouth. He bucked his hips, forcing my head up. My head hit the table and rattled the cutlery and dishes. He groaned and then shot five more loads of cum into my mouth. He leant back in his chair and sighed. “I think the young lady has found her contact lens,” the waiter said mater-of-factly. “I think so,” Pete replied laughing. “If there’s nothing else, I’ll bring you your check,” the waiter said. “Thank you,” Pete answered. I savored Jon’s cum in my mouth for a few more seconds, then swallowed it down.

“That little gurl has one talented mouth,” Jon said trying to catch his breath. I wasn’t done yet. I moved over to Pete. I undid his belt, unzipped his pants and reached in and pulled out his cock. He was wearing boxers, so his balls were easy to get to. I gave his cock a lick from the head down to his balls. “I guess she’s not done,” Pete said to Jon. I mouth massaged Pete’s balls like I had Jon’s. “I don’t think the gurl can get enough,” Jon said. “She did four of us for almost two hours the other night, and still wanted more. She got up and went at it again the next morning. This is one horny little slut,” Jon told Pete. “We need to get her in the bullring. See what she can do in there. Man, she really looks like a girl,” Pete said with some difficulty. I had sucked his balls and had gone down on him. I thought to myself, ‘This bullring sounds like fun’. I started working my mouth up and down on Pete’s cock. It was big like Jon’s. He was hairy too. He smelled like leather and saddle soap; he was very earthy. His cock swelled in my mouth as my blowjob had paid off. Just as he was about to cum, the waiter came out again. Pete started shooting his load and my head bumped the table again, making everything rattle. The waiter said in a deadpan voice. “Looks like she found her other contact lens.” Both Pete and Jon laughed. The waiter gave Pete the check, and he pulled out his credit card and put it in the envelope. “I’ll be right back,” he said and walked off.

I sucked and bobbed my head sucking the last drops of Pete’s jizz out of his balls. I ran it over my tongue and swallowed it down. I was really stoned, and really horny. I got out from under the table. Pete and Jon both reached under the table and did their pants. I sat down and took a drink of my Gin and tonic. The blunt had gone out and there was about half left. I took it and put it in my little bag I was carrying. The waiter returned with the check, and Pete put in his tip, and signed it. “Thank you, sir,” he said after seeing how large his tip was. Come back soon, and I hope your gurl friend loses her contact lens again soon,” he said with a smile and walked off. The boi’s laughed and I giggled after he said that. We finished our drinks then got up and walked out of the restaurant.

“You need a ride somewhere?” Pete asked. “Yea, the liquor store, the head shop, then over to Rally’s,” Jon told him. “Yea, I need to hit Rally’s too,” Pete said. We walked to Pete’s BMW. We got in and drove off. We walked into the liquor store. I got a big bottle of Gin, Rum, and two bottles of Absǒlut Citron. Jon bought it for me. Next, we went to the head shop. I bought six bottles of Rush. I needed a bong, and I saw a glass blown one, shaped like a penis. I had to have it. I also bought a one hitter shaped like a penis. Jon and Pete laughed and laughed. The casher had a big smirk on his face as I bought it. We piled into the car and rode over to a place in the not so high rent section of town.

We parked in front of a bar. The name on the sign said The Green Felt Room. We walked in. I looked around. I was stoned and the place was dark. It took my eyes a few seconds to get use to the light. There was a bar, with a big black guy behind it. There were six pool tables. A small stage and a couple overstuffed couches and chairs around. Near the bar was a couple of tables with chairs. There were four black guys standing around one of the pool tables. They watched us come in. We headed over to a table where a gangster looking black guy was sitting. Peter greeted him, “Mister Rally, how goes it tonight?” “Doing good. How bout you?” He replied. “We’re doing fine,” Pete answered. “We need a little of your product, please,” Pete said. “Who’s the bimbo?” Rally asked. “She’s at school with Jon,” Pete said. “She’s hot, you want to leave her here with me and the boi’s? We can sure show her a good time,” Rally said. “Will you teach me how to play pool?” I blurted out. “For sure. I’ll show you my pool que and how to put the balls into the pockets,” Rally replied. “That sounds like fun. Will you take me back to school after we played pool?” I asked. I was stoned as shit and wasn’t really thinking. “I think we just need some product and we’ll get her back to school. You know it’s an all boi’s prep school,” Pete said. “Me and the boi’s did time. We can go either way. Especially with something that looks like that,” Rally said. The four black guys were walking over to check me out. They got really close. They were big and gangster looking and smelled of beer and cigarettes. One of them reached down and felt my ass. I looked up and smiled at them. They seemed really friendly. Jon backed off as they surrounded me. One of them put his hand on my shoulder. I smiled at them again. Another rubbed his crotch on my back. They were all really tall. I was so high I was blissfully unaware of what was going on.

“We really need to go. They need to get back to school soon,” Pete told Rally. “Pity. I was looking forward to having a game with the white gurl,” Rally said. Pete and Rally talked for a few minutes. Jon and I stood there, surrounded by the four black guys. Pete came over and told us how much we needed to pay. I handed him my cash and he gave it to Rally. Rally went into the back and came back with a brown paper bag. Pete looked into it then closed the bag. He thanked Rally. I had to push out between two of the big black guys. I smiled and waved as we walked out and headed for Pete’s car.

“Are you crazy?” Jon asked looking at me. “You were about to get gang rǡpēd,” Pete said. “Really, can we go back?” I asked. “I’m really horny,” I added. The brothers burst out laughing. “If your serous, then you are so naive,” Pete said. “She’s that innocent,” Jon told Pete. Jon opened the bag and pulled out a bag of pot and handed it to me. I put it in the bag with my new bong and one hitter. We got to school, and Pete parked the car. “Nice to meet you. I look forward to fucking you at the frat party next Saturday,” Pete said. I leaned into the open window of the car and gave him a wet French kiss. “I look forward to that too,” I told him. Jon and I walked toward the office. Pete headed back to University. “He’s very nice,” I told Jon. “He liked you too,” Jon said.
Jon and I signed in. There was a different guy at the desk. Bubba had gotten off from work. Jon and I headed toward the resident house. “You want me to come over tonight?” I asked him. “No, I’m tired and I have a test to study for,” Jon replied. I was disappointed. I walked into his suit with him but everyone else had gone to bed. I thanked him and gave him a wet French kiss, and headed for my room. I walked into my suit. Bubba and Jerry were up playing video games. I greeted them, and they waved back, not taking their eyes off the T.V. 'I’ll give them something to play with,’ I thought. I headed for my room to put my stash away.