A couple of evenings later Johnno telephoned her. "How did you get my phone number, its ex-directory" she asked. He told her they had gone through her...wallet whilst she was otherwise engaged and they knew her phone, her address and a few other things. Johnno invited her to his place for a quiet drink. She was instantly suspicious but he assured it was for a quiet drink and that only he would be there so she went to see him.He was warm and welcoming, kissing her as any friend might as she walked. As he'd set there in front of his lap top watching porn, he'd have his cock in his hand stroking it up and down, up and down---until, eventually, the urge to ejaculate was so strong, so powerful, that he couldn't hold back any longer; and then, in a glorious crescendo, that he never grew tired of, he would explode...sending a huge load of cum flying into the air in spurt after spurt after spurt of the most intense form of pleasurable agony he'd even experienced; and to which he had become truly. "Ahhhh! Ahhhh!" she cried, "Oh my God -- oh Chris, oh yesss, oh Chris!"Her naked, bucking, squirming body jerked time and again with powerful upthrusts, driving my penis ever deeper inside her body. Her clawing hands and her legs tightened their grip on me with a kind of demented fury until, with a final gasp of orgasmic delight her grip relaxed and she slumped to the bed, almost dislodging my penis from her hole.Eventually she just lay there, her breasts rising and falling as she sucked in. There were plenty of other nice places to go but we were high on hard work and we just all piled in, to enjoy the girls and the drink and it was really good fun. A change. An anaesthetic. Well, that's my excuse.I wondered afterwards, if the boys had done it for my benefit. Trying to move me along a bit, helping me forget, encouraging me to start over again. I suppose it was ... I can't find the right word ... thoughtful, kind, understanding, comradely? A bit of each of those things.But you.