. An hour later, we have moved on to another local pub, this one much busier and we struggle to get inside. But, being dressed like sluts and slightly... drunk, we manage to get in and grab some space at one of the bar tables. After our second round of drinks, we are back on the dance floor and it’s not long before we are surrounded by guys. The girls partner up while I dance with some guy, but he has no rhythm and smells. I'm looking around the bar area when notice a group of guys in the corner. ”“Is it enough for you?”“As much as you want, you can do it. I like it.”“But do you really like it?”“Well, yes. You’re one of the best. Don’t go fishing for more compliments though. You need to rest.”She rubbed between her thighs with a towel and smiled, “You certainly come the most of any of my men. You must like me.”We laughed and she cleaned me up with the towel and tucked me in. “Now sleep.”I dozed off for a couple of hours and then got up to use the facilities and drink more water. I went. " "Hey Audrey, why do they call him 'Dura'?" "All the girls call him that. Dura is short for Duracell because he lasts longer, but I think his real name is Travis." "Funny," Becka said. "I sure would like to meet a guy like that. The last three guys I was with didn't last long enough for me to have an orgasm. It really is frustrating. I had to go to the bathroom and finish myself off." Audrey agreed. "I know what you mean. Maybe the trouble is that the guys we fuck are young, like us. Dura is. I screamed in pain, my body trembling from both the pain and the position I was in. He began thrusting himself in and out of me, grunting every so often. “My god you are so tight, well you won’t be when I’m done with you” he chuckled. He suddenly started thrusting harder and faster, hurting me more, he gave one large grunt, thrusting himself entirely inside me, spewing his cum all over my insides.I was sobbing by this point; Dave looked down at me, smiling cruelly. “Aww did that hurt, does.