.About 3 months after that night and as agreed Barb and I hadn't seen each other, I had been out with Russ a couple of times but that was about it (I ...idnt feel guilty but what he didnt know didnt really hurt him). I popped out to a pub just on the outskirts of town with another mate of mine, it was midweek nothing exciting and my mate had picked me up and it was going to be a couple of pints and home. We were sitting at the bar having a beer and I looked over at a table and there was Barb and. "I know something that you could do, that could account for time"."Oh! What is that?" he asked."You could fuck me", she said. "My husband is away for this weekend, we have a very active sex life, and generally he mounts me at least twice a day, sometimes even three times, now I'm randy. I haven't been fucked since Friday evening; it is now late Saturday evening. So if you would like a nice slow screw..." She didn't finish for he made it clear her idea was welcome. "Just one question", he said.. Somehow, I could sense through their mindless fucking a sense of sequence, a synchronized order to the slithering members rammed repeatedly into my battered cunt. And while they pounded into me, slipping all the way inside of each part of me, I saw flashes of them.Their lust for me.The energy they drew from my surprise, my terror...And the women already ready taken into their control, captives even when unattached to the ghastly cravings of their greedy, insatiable cunts.I would do no better.I. THANK YA!..." Just as she started to collapse, Andy came again. Not as big a shot this time, but enough that Mrs. Smith felt it. She continued to scream her thanks for the wonderful fuck as she passed out from sheer ecstasy.Andy looked around the room at the three unconscious women and couldn't help smiling with pride. HE had outlasted three professional whores—how many men could say that! He didn't know what he was supposed to do next, but he glanced out the window and saw that it was getting.