Beer Pong Wizard

You're an average guy slacking your way through college with barely a C- minus average. You use to be the kicker for the football team, but you lost your scholarship your freshman year. Now a junior riding out your communication major, your trying enjoy to the freedom of college before the reality of the working world comes crashing in. To be honest, there is only three things special about you: You were born on the forth of July, you have a large cock and you're the best beer pong player on campus.

Honing your skills ever since high school you've become the terror of the college social life, and it has started to go to your head. Of late you've been making outlandish wagers on your games. Hundreds of dollars and favors have all come your way, most of which you've spent on women. You even nail some arrogant sorority chick call Kathy, or Patty Reardon, who was bad mouthing your fraternity around campus. Conning her into gambling away her body, you banged her in the ass to teach her lesson. It was your first time having anal, and you liked it. Unfortunately, because of your size, you haven't found any girl since who has willing to give it a try. Considering how Kathy, or whatever her name was, carried on as you fucked her, you really can't blame them. It did give you some bragging rights and bad jokes to tell with your frat brothers, however, about how "Reardon's rear was done right in the end."

As is your tradition, your sub par grades have required you to attend the summer semester once again. The one bright spot is that you're invited to a big July 4th party at some senior's house whose parents are away. When you arrive, the party is just starting. There aren't any coeds in the large in-ground pool yet and the **** is only beginning to flow. What grabs your attention, however, is the ping pong table near the pool. Two geeks are playing, and when one of them hits the only ball into the pool, it brings the game to an abrupt end. Seeing your change you boldly announce, "Anyone up for a wager on a little game of beer pong? I will double anyone's bet." There's a mixture of groans and appreciative laughs at your now famous stick.

"What? You'll chicken?" You goad the gathering crowd. "Come on it's my birthday. I'll triple the money you put up."

"A thousand dollars." A sultry voice comes from the spectators, causing a hush silence over the party. The crowd parts revealing the most attractive woman you have ever seen. A tall leggy blonde, with amazing curves and a chest that simply can't be real, steps forward. She looks like she is in her mid twenties, probably a grad student. "I wager a thousand dollars." She again declares.

"Damn!" you and almost every guy, and a few girls, mutter as all attention goes to you opponent who looks like she could star in a Brazzers' video. Wearing a pair of blue jeans and a black long sleeve shirt with a revealing neckline that shows a pleasant amount of her massive cleavage, she is clearly dressed for attention and most likely distraction.

"Well." You blatantly ogle your challenger, greatly amused. "I would love to play with you, but isn't a thousand a bit much?"

"My name is Lin Reardon." She announces with a complete poker face. "You humiliated my sister and have been bragging about it all over campus. I want payback. Three thousand should be a good place to start."

Though a bit shocked, you can see Lin does look a bit like the girl you banged, but a hell of lot hotter. "You're Kathy's sister?"

"Betty, her name is Betty." Lin's eyes narrow. "When I win I expect payment in full, or else."

Ignoring the fact you don't have three hundred dollars, let alone three thousand, you call what you think is her bluff, figuring Lin is probably at least as arrogant as her sister. "So you have a thousand dollars on you?"

"At home, yes I do."

"Well if I have to travel to get my money I'll need more incentive." You test to see how far the gorgeous blonde is willing to go. "Care to add they same stakes your sister put up?"

"Fine." Lin answers without flinching.

"Then we have a game. I'll get the cups and the beer." You look over at the ball floating in the pool. "You get the ball."

Feeling a bit full of yourself you set up some cups half full with beer on a nearby folding table. Doing a double take, however, as without fanfare Lin kicks off her shoes, pulls up her black shirt and strips it off. You accidentally knock over the cups, spilling the beer, when her jeans hit the ground, revealing a rather skimpy red, white and blue American flag bikini. "Murica!" One guy shouts as the buxom blonde wades into the pool to retrieve the ball.

Mesmerized you watch Lin's every movement, including exiting the pool like Venus leaving the primordial waters. Never have you wanted to fuck a woman so badly. Your mind fantasizes about bending her over and using those massive tits as handles so you can hammer away on that curvy ass with even more vigor.

"Already getting a little excited there cowboy?" That alluring feminine voice shocks you back to reality as Lin takes her place on the other side of the table. With a wicked smirk she stares at your quite visible erection showing in your pants.

"Just play." You squirm, over the giggles of several of the coeds, trying to conceal your manhood without actually touching it.

"Alright, tough guy." Lin gives you that same condescending look as Betty did, while she throws you the ball with a mocking, "Lady's first."

"You think your sister took it hard." You grumble to yourself resolved that you must win this game. Your first shot, however, misses by a mile to the laughter of the crowd. Lin's shot misses too, but only barely. Whether it is the distraction from your boner or her breasts, your second shot, like the first, isn't even close. With a splash in your beer, Lin draws first blood. Never has **** tasted so bitter as you remove the ball and drink.

Over the next several rounds the curvaceous grad student demonstrates throwing skills that rival your own. Sinking two more shots she brings you down to three cups. You, on the other hand, can't buy a score. You're tempted to blame the ball which seems to have a mind of its own, but you know whining will only encourage the overconfident Ms. Reardon.

"Having troubling shooting straight?" She jabs as another one of your shots wobbles off course.

Too frustrated to engage in the banter, you concentrate and finally get the ball into her cup, but only with a lucky bounce. Unphased, Lin drinks the beer and sinks her next throw.

"Not so big anymore." Lin mocks referring to the score of two cups to five, and that your erection has deflated. "Remember it's three thousand, or else." And she puts the emphasis on the "or else."

Rolling the ball in your hand you don't know why your playing so poorly.