Barbara said, “Told you sex is too good to miss. Did Darren have a good time?”“He seemed to. God, he was always hard. I didn’t know a guy coul... fuck so much. My pussy is sore, but I’m not complaining! He accepted my invitation for a rematch on Saturday.”Barbara continued, “With your make over and sexual activity I think you will find that other guys will pay more attention to you now. It’s kind of like an aura or something.”Sure enough, after several hours of Saturday screwing with Darren,. "He left and I looked at the guys at the table, "Well, there you have it. I think that she is going to be busy for the rest of the evening. Maybe we can make it next weekend, okay?"One of the guys handed me a slip of paper and I looked at it and saw that it was an address and a phone number. "I'm having a party at my place after closing. Stop by if you can."When BJ came back I had a fresh drink waiting for her and I waited until she finished it before telling her I had some one I wanted her to. It wasn't even four o'clock, so it was the earliest I had left school in a very long time. It seems I'm always in training for something: soccer in the fall, then swimming in the winter, and a coaches' battle in the spring between the tennis coach and the softball coach to see for whom I play. Me? I'm the chicken's wishbone being pulled apart.Believe it or not, that battle has started already. It seems that they both had their full spring schedules and spent hours negotiating which dates I. “What about us, boss?” said another of the five waiting thugs, while panting maniacally though his clenched teeth.“Yeah, boss!” piped another. “When do we get a turn?”“How about right now?” cackled the leader. “Three more of you fuckin' slobs. You, you and you! Two in each hole. Let's see if we can split this fuckin' slut! Right down the middle!” And so, three more of the vicious bastards came to the gangbang party, their aching erections at the ready, like weapons, ready and drawn for battle..