Spin the Bottle

I refer to the characters as 'girls' and 'boys' but ALL characters depicted are strictly 18 and over!

I was eighteen, horny and very annoyed; not the best combination for a young woman to make sensible decisions.

Bradly, my boyfriend was the captain of the high school football team. I was the homecoming queen and captain of the cheerleaders.

As the two most popular kids in high school, it was almost destiny that we would end up as boyfriend and girlfriend.

We had agreed to meet up that afternoon at a friend's house for a party. Next year we were all off to college, so this would be almost the last time that all our friends would be together.

It was going to be a great night, everyone celebrating, dancing and having fun. I had been feeling horny all day and was really looking forward to Bradly having sex with me in the back of his car.

I got to the party at the agreed time, but there was no sign of my boyfriend or the rest of the team. They eventually turned up three hours late, and it turned out that Bradly had been drinking all day.

He was absolutely wasted!

I was furious; he was more interested in drinking and partying with his friends than spending quality time with me.

In the end, he had to be carried away and put to bed with a bucket next to his head.

A couple of Bradly's teammates took advantage of him being indisposed, and tried to 'hit' on me, but I wasn't in the mood.

I was also sure that some of the other cheerleaders were sniggering at my misfortune behind my back.

My evening ruined, I ordered a cab and went home alone.

When I got back to my parents house it was still way too early; only about nine o'clock on a Saturday night.

My twin brother John was in the dinning room along with three of his mates. The 'nerds', as everyone called them, were playing Dungeons and Dragons.

I was cute and popular while my brother and his loser friends were the complete opposite. They were all total dorks.

I was angry at Bradly and frankly annoyed at men in general that night.

Beneath my outer facade of perky cheerleader sweetness, I could be a real bitch. I decided that what would make me feel better would be to tease the nerds.

A dice rattled across the table rolling between empty bottles of beer.

"Fifteen. A hit!....you need to roll one D12 for damage." said my brother John.

His friends all turned to watch me as I approached. There was a look of longing in their pimply faces as I walked up to them.

"You need to roll one D12 for damage." repeated my brother, annoyed that I had broken their concentration.

"Can I join in?" I asked not even trying to hide the sneer in my voice.

"No" replied my brother sulkily. "You don't have a character rolled up."

This was a flimsy excuse; my brother knew that I didn't really want to play, I just wanted the chance to mock him and his friends unmercifully.

"Can I watch?" I asked with fake sincerity.

"No!"

I ignored him and sat down next to a tall skinny guy called Ian.

Tom, James and Ian were my brothers' friends. Each one more hopeless and geeky than the next.

Ian was probably the best looking; he was tall, but way too skinny. He was also so shy that if a girl spoke to him; he looked as if he might die of fright.

"What kind of dice is that?" I cooed, feigning interest in a multifaceted piece of plastic that Ian was holding.

Ian stammered and blushed.

"Its a twelve sided dice" interjected James, clearly delighted at the chance to talk to a real-life girl.

James was short with terrible acne scars so, although he had the confidence to talk to girls, most girls didn't want to talk to him.

"Ooh! how exciting!" I smirked.

James flushed angrily at my sarcasm, but he didn't take his eyes off of me and specifically off of my chest.

My brother, as dungeon master, tried for a while to keep his friends interested in the game.

He frankly had no chance; I was dressed in a plaid miniskirt and a tight fitting sweater that showed off my curves to their best advantage. I looked very cute and his nerdy friends just couldn't concentrate.

John was getting angry now "Why don't you leave us in peace?" he suggested.

"No. I'm happy spending time with you guys!" I smirked. I was thoroughly enjoying myself.

In the end my brother just gave up in a sulk. He announced that he was going to bed.

He clearly thought that now that the game was over, his friends would leave the house.

I really didn't want my fun to end, so I quickly suggested that the friends stay a while. We could all play a drinking game?

My brother's friends eyes lit up at the prospect of spending time with me and they quickly agreed.

John stalked off to bed, leaving me and the three nerds. I wasn't worried about being left alone with them; they all were basically harmless or so I believed.

For a drinking game we needed something to drink. There was a bottle of expensive vodka in my parent's drinks cabinet. I told Tom to go and get it. The fat boy waddled off to get it as fast as his chubby legs would carry him.

The rest of us moved into the lounge and we sat around the coffee table.

After a minute Tom wobbled back with the bottle of vodka and some shot glasses.

My parents were away that night and not back until tomorrow evening. I'd refill the vodka bottle the next day with some cheep own-brand vodka from the local supermarket; I doubted if my parents could tell the difference.

After we had all had a couple of shots, I suggested a game of 'spin the bottle' to which the young men readily agreed.

The poor saps were apparently hoping that, if they got me drunk enough, then I might take my cloths off. There was simply no chance of that happening.

We sat around the coffee table in a circle and Tom produced a beer bottle; The beer had been drunk and, rather strangely, it appeared to be stuffed full of old sweet wrappers. I didn't think much about it at the time, the bottle just needed to spin; so it would do the job.

We started playing; whoever the bottle pointed at when it came to rest had to either truthfully answer a question or take a shot of vodka.

The questions that they asked me were pretty tame initially, but I was more interested in drinking the vodka than telling them about myself, so I usually took the shot.

"Was I a virgin?" asked James.

"No" I confirmed. Seriously - I was an eighteen year old cheerleader, what did they expect?

"When I had sleepovers with my girlfriends; had I ever had a pillow fight in my nightie?" asked Tom.

The real answer was 'not since I was about ten years old' but I just smirked and drank a shot.

I quickly started to suspect that they were cheating somehow; more often than not, the bottle stopped spinning when it was pointing at me. It always seemed to be my turn to take a forfeit and the boys made sure that my glass was always filled to the very brim.

Still, I reckoned that I could drink these nerds under the table.

Sometimes the boys did lose, and after a few spins I had got each of them to admit that they were still virgins. This wasn't much of a surprise; they were all eighteen, it was Saturday night, and they had spent the evening playing Dungeons and Dragons.

I often noticed Tom and James give each other conspiratorial looks as yet again the bottle pointed in my direction.

As the game progressed the questions started to get a little more risky.

"When did you loose your virginity?"

"I was sixteen" I admitted.

"Have you ever french kissed a girl?" inquired James.

"Yes."

The boys were clearly getting more excited as time went on.

"How many men had I slept with?" asked James.

I had slept with six but, as three of them were behind Bradly's back, I decided to drink a shot rather than admit the truth.

"Show us your tits" blurted out Tom. Then he realized that he had probably gone too far and flushed red.

"That's not a question!" I gasped, but I couldn't help laughing at his boldness.

I was initially tempted to just ignore his request and just take the shot of vodka. But by then I was feeling quite daring and a little bit tipsy; I lifted up my top and gave them all a quick flash of my pert breasts nestled in a lacy bra.

The nerds gasped in, slack-jawed, awe. A girl had shown them her bra! Not just any girl either; the cutest girl at high school.

I have to admit that I was loving the feeling of power; the three young men simply couldn't take their eyes off of me. I have always been the kind of girl that enjoys having men looking at me.

The questions and dares got riskier still and, as usual, the bottle always seemed to stop when it was pointing at me. Sometimes it didn't even come to a gradual halt to end up pointing at me; it just stopped dead!

"What is my favorite sex 'position'? Had I ever given a blowjob? What color are your panties?"

My answers were "Missionary" and "Yes". In answer to that last question I lifted the hem of my skirt and showed them my underwear. It was just for a second, but they looked like their eyes would pop out on stalks.

I was amused to see that, although they tried to hide it; they each had very obvious tents in their trousers. I was sure that for weeks to come these nerds would wank themselves silly thinking about me.

I didn't really fancy any of them, but having three pairs of eyes mentally undressing me was making me kind of hot.

Ian was by far the most nervous of the three, and I seriously doubted if he would ever pluck up the courage to ask a girl out.

I decided to take pity on him and give him a treat. When the bottle next pointed at him, I dared Ian to let me sit on his lap. He looked like a startled deer caught in the headlights.

Before he could respond, I moved over to him and sat myself down onto him. Ian gasped and I could feel his body quivering with nerves. A real-life girl was sitting in his lap. He must have thought that all his Christmases had come at once.

I turned so that I was side-on to him, and put my arm around his shoulder. Tom and James looked on, clearly jealous that I was snuggling up to Ian.

His lap wasn't very comfortable, his legs were too skinny and bony. I was also sitting on an unmistakable hard lump. Ian's erection was straining against against the fabric of his trousers.

I knew that I was going further than I had ever intended, but I was getting reckless. I wanted to tease Ian some more so I wriggled a bit and shifted position; letting the tip of his bulge slide between my legs.

I really had gone too far this time: Ian groaned, I felt his cock twitch and I was suddenly sitting in a wet patch!

I squealed in shock and staggered drunkenly to my feet "Oh my god! You dirty..."

"I'm sorry!" wailed Ian "I couldn't help it!" he stood up holding his crotch and looking utterly dejected.

His face was puce and it look like he was almost crying as he shuffled away with his wet pants towards the bathroom. I couldn't help laughing at his obvious humiliation.

It tuned out that the posh vodka that I had stolen from my parents was much stronger than the cheep stuff that I usually drank. I was much more inebriated than I had realized.

Still giggling, I lost my balance, slid down the sofa and ended up lying on the floor, my legs and arms flailing.

My short skirt had ridden up and, very aware of eyes ogling at my underwear; I tried to pull it back down.

It all happened so quickly; suddenly I felt eager fingers between my legs, grabbing at my panties.

"Hey stop it!" I shouted, my giggling quickly fading.

The fingers yanked the material of my underwear to one side.

"That's not funny!" This was getting out of control!

The room was spinning and my drunken brain was struggling to process what was happening.

I felt my legs being pushed apart and one of the boys landed heavily on top of me.

"Get off!" I struggled to push him away.

Something hard was pushed against my pussy! It jabbed at me several times until it found the entrance to my vagina.

I just froze in total shock.

With relentless pressure it speared me, forcing itself up inside of me until the young man's pubic bone was pressed hard against my vulva.

I looked up; It was Tom! Tom was on top of me! Tom was fucking me!

I couldn't believe that this was happening.

"No!" I wailed "No! No! No!" I was crying out in time to his frenzied thrusts.

His cock felt like iron as he shafted my pussy mercilessly, and I could feel his tight balls slapping against my ass.

He was squashing me under his weight. His jowly face loomed over me and I could feel his hot breath on my skin.

It seemed like an eternity, but in reality it only took about a minute or two. He was a virgin and it didn't take him long.

I felt him thrust as far into me as he could, then his cock bucked violently as he spurted his semen into me.

"Oh my god! Pull it out!" I pleaded.

I had always made my boyfriends use a condom. This was the first time anyone had ever cum inside of me.

Jet after jet of Tom's thick fluid was being pumped directly into my womb; it felt so warm, almost hot inside of me. I hated what had just happened, but it felt incredible.

I was in shock "What have you done?"

Eventually Tom's cock stopped pulsing and he rolled off of me with a groan.

"You pig!" I snarled "What if I get pregnant?"

I tried to get back up off the floor. I just managed to raise myself onto one elbow, but then James was on top of me, pushing me back down.

James already had his cock out. This wasn't the first penis that I had ever seen, but James's looked scary; really thick and purple and very angry, with heavy balls dangling below. A stream of creamy pre-cum was already leaking profusely from its tip.

"No stop!" I begged.

He didn't listen; He mounted me, his cock forcing its way into my little hole.

"Please don't!" I wailed "You mustn't!"

But then I looked at his face and saw James's expression; He had a look of savage glee on his face as he 'took' me. He really frightened me; It was as if he hated me that he wanted to punish me for teasing him. He looked like he wanted to fuck the life out of me.

I realized that he wasn't going to stop until he had defiled me and that no pleading on my part would change his mind.

James had a much fatter cock than I was used to. His shaft stretched me painfully and each thrust seemed to take my breath away. I couldn't help gasping and moaning; I hated him, but I was soon crying out not just in pain but with pleasure as well.

Tom pulled up my top and grabbed at my breasts. Pulling my tits out of my bra and twisting and pinching them roughly.

I could hear James panting with exertion and my poor abused pussy wetly squelching as he fucked me.

He grabbed one of my legs, pushing it back until my knee was almost pinned to my shoulder. Now he could enter me as deeply as possible; his pubic bone hammering against my vulva.

He hadn't even pulled his jeans down, in his eagerness to have me, he had just pulled his cock and balls out of his flies; the zip chafed at my sensitive pussy with each thrust.

I could feel heat rising in my body. I could tell that my face and chest were flushed. I bit my lip to try and stifle my moans. I couldn't hide it, I was getting close to climaxing.

"Fuck you! you bitch!" he snarled and his cock twitched inside of me. James's hot semen was pumped into me. Great spurts that seemed to go on and on, filling my womb to overflowing.

I couldn't help it; my body shook and I cried out as a shattering orgasm surged through my body.

We just lay there gasping; James groaning in ecstasy, still buried inside me up the his balls.

Finally he pulled his fat penis out of my vagina, its shaft and the front of his jeans were slimy with cum.

Now that my pussy was no longer stuffed with cock, their combined semen simply poured out of me.

Tom and James's wicked eyes watched with delight as my defiled body leaked their thick cream. It run down between my legs and formed a puddle on the carpet.

"You bastards!" I felt so used and humiliated, big angry tears rolled down my face.

Tom moved towards me, a nasty gleam in his piggy little eyes; he was going to rape me again!

"No! Leave her alone!" came a quiet almost timid voice. It was Ian. He was back from cleaning himself in the bathroom.

"Piss off!" sneered Tom.

"Leave her alone!" Ian's voice sounded firmer now, he wasn't backing down.

Tom and James clearly intended to fuck me again, but Ian, although skinny, was taller than they were.

I crawled across the carpet to Ian and he helped me unsteadily to my feet.

After a brief standoff Tom and James, realizing that their 'fun' was over, took their coats and left.

They gave Ian and me evil glares as they slammed the front door behind them.

Ian was my hero; He had scared my attackers off.

Maybe Tom and James, once they had calmed down a little, had also realized the gravity of what they had done?

I was surprised that my brother hadn't come down to find out what the commotion was. He had probably had his headphones on the whole time, while sulking in his room.

"I'm sorry that I didn't stop them sooner." said Ian mournfully.

It had all happened so quickly, I didn't blame him for not intervening. Tonight Ian was my hero, I held onto him and he held me close as I sobbed on his shoulder.

"You should go to the police" he muttered.

"It will be my word against theirs. They will get away with it!"

"I'll be a witness." he offered.

The thought of humiliating examinations and interviews, telling my parents, telling my boyfriend! I just couldn't go thorough with it.

Also what had happened would get out, this kind of thing always did. I was stripping and taunting some hopeless dorks and things went too far. Raped by nerds! I would never get over the humiliation.

"I can't face it." I confessed.

"But they will get away with it!"

"I know. Please don't tell anyone. I beg you." I was drunk, I just wanted to go to bed, I just wanted the night to be over.

Ian helped me upstairs and waited outside the bathroom as I cleaned myself as best I could.

Then he escorted me to my bedroom and turned his back like a 'gentleman' as I staggered out of my soiled cloths and pulled a nightie over my head.

As I undressed, Ian confessed that Tom and James had hidden an iron bolt inside of the beer bottle that we had been spinning. Tom had a magnet under the table, and he used it to stop the bottles rotation whenever he wanted it to point at me.

Ian said that he had tried to stop them, but they had ignored him. He had had no idea that they would go this far.

"You're a nice guy Ian, I don't blame you." I reassured him as he pulled the duvet over me.

"I'd better let you sleep." he said as he switched off the light and turned to leave.

Suddenly I felt scared to be alone. "Please stay."

"If you like, I can sleep on the couch downstairs?" he suggested.

"Please just stay here with me."

He seemed very uncertain. "I could sleep on the floor?"

"Just get in." I said, feeling slightly exasperated, and lifted the duvet.

I was worried that he saw me as dirty after being abused. If people found out about what had happened, would this be how they would all react? I knew that I was being silly, but I felt very vulnerable.

Eventually he relented, and I felt him climb into bed beside me. He lay there straight as a post, completely rigid, his arms by his sides.

I almost laughed, at his nervousness, but I wanted to feel protected, so I asked him to 'spoon' me.

He was very hesitant, but eventually he put his arm around me and held me close.

When I relaxed back into his embrace I realized why he was so reluctant to get close to me; his erection poked against my bottom.

"I'm really sorry. I cant help it; you are so beautiful." he spluttered.