Amy has to do the forfeit with Talia.

With the last reveal, the redhead had the low hand. That meant that she was going to have to "put on a show" with Talia. Both girls were already masturbating shamelessly. To make it a show, we had them sit on the couch above us, spread their legs, and rub the other girl instead of herself. Amy didn't mind Talia's fingers, but she was clearly in some sort of erotic distress.

"I declare us the winners. As such, we should be able to order you two around." Rachel asserted.

"Please, Ian," Amy moaned, "please fuck me. I need a dick. I was horny when I called. Now I'm drunk, and Talia's teasing me, and I need it! Please!"

I stood, unthinking, walked over on uneasy legs, and lined myself up in front of Talia. The dark haired beauty cried, "yes!" when I entered her. Amy started to whine as I thrust in and out of my crush. I knew that it was **** for Amy, to be so close and yet so far. But I wasn't going to pass up a chance to have my way with Talia.

Rachel had her dyed hair between Amy's legs. "You're going to let me eat you out now. I've wanted to try you for a little while now. Talia, do you mind?"

Talia's smokey eyes were dull with pleasure. She voiced weakly, "I want to see it." Rachel started licking Amy, who moaned appreciatively. She was too horny to care that the tongue on her was a woman's.

I took special enjoyment in watching my cock slide in and out of Talia's soaked pussy. Her lips gripped me on every out-stroke. Next to me, Rachel's narrow shoulders rocked as she ate out Amy. The small girl's fingers were attending her own puss, having pushed her panties down to her knees. We were in a good rhythm when Elizabeth pressed herself against me, and made a request.

"I'd like Talia to...to go down on me. Is that...OK?" She was too shy to ask for what she wanted, so I ordered Talia onto the floor. She smiled at the request, and dropped to all fours. Elizabeth lay on her back and removed her panties. In a moment, she had Talia's mouth on her. Talia wiggled her exceptional ass in the air, inviting me to reenter her. I pushed in all the way the hilt.

Amy's fatal flaw was always that she was too straight. She craved dick, as I had learned by being that dick these last few weeks. I couldn't remember her ever expressing interest in a woman. And yet, Rachel was driving her absolutely crazy. Her pleasured sounds filled the room, building the sexual energy of the whole room. I grabbed Talia's smooth hips and pushed her into Elizabeth.

Then Amy came, loud and low and long. Talia wasn't far behind. Without warning, her hips started to buck as she reached her climax. I sped up and met her, groaning as I erupted inside her. It was the most satisfying feeling in the world.

Exhausted, I fell backwards. A bewildering sight was occurring on the couch. Rachel had joined Amy, laid next to her, and was guiding the red-head into position between her legs. Amy must really have been blitzed to have taken that order. As long as I live, I'll never forget the sight of straight-as-an-arrow Amy going down on Rachel.

She couldn't have been very good at it, lacking both experience and enthusiasm. But Rachel was so horny, that it didn't matter much. Amy only had to nudge her, and Rachel toppled over the edge.

The sounds of another orgasm pushed Elizabeth over the edge, too. She came hard on Talia's eager mouth.

Everyone looked deeply satisfied, except Amy, who was demanding another drink and a dick. Talia catwalked into the kitchen and back, and returned to present us all with another round.

After that, I must have blacked out. Sometime in the night, I had a blur of Amy all around me. Did we have sex? Could we have?

We woke up in Talia's bed, all four of us. I was in holding Amy in my arms, with Elizabeth sandwiched between me and Talia, who was holding Rachel.

Once we all woke up, we went out to breakfast to feed our hangovers. With much laughter, we reconstructed the evening. Amy, no matter how many times we repeated it, refused to believe that she'd gone down on a girl. I can only imagine what the other restaurant patrons thought of us.

When I got home, I found a letter in my mailbox from Stanford University. Back in January they'd waitlisted me, but I'd been accepted to MIT, so I forgot all about it. The letter informed me that I'd been accepted after all. Under normal circumstances, I would have probably tossed it without a second thought. But then, after last night...I found my father's atlas and checked the time and distance from Stanford to Berkeley, and to USC, and to San Francisco....

Fuck.