Pulling A Slut In The Local Boozer

Six months ago my sex life had hit an all time low. It had been five weeks since I'd been laid and I was getting pretty tired of just whacking off to dirty movies. I'm a fairly short, stocky guy and I never seemed to have much luck picking up women who were willing to go to bed with me. I had stopped off in my local for a drink one Saturday night, more to drown my sorrows than from any expectation that I might get lucky, and after looking around at the customers watching TV, it appeared that my crap luck would hold. Even so, I ducked around the corner of the L-shaped bar and took a look at the dance floor, finding several couples and a small group of women, some dancing, but most of them seated at the scattered tables.

I pulled up one of the stools at the bar and ordered a drink. About half way through it, I gathered my courage and walked over to the nearest group of seated women, all of whom appeared to be in their late 20s or early 30s, and asked one if she would like to dance to the rock music blaring from the sound system. She accepted and we walked to the floor and began dancing. She was nice but obviously not all that interested in me and quickly went back to her drink when the song ended.

Feeling depressed made me reckless, and I asked another of the women to dance with me. She accepted just as the music changed to a slow number, so we slow danced together, and to my surprise her body pressed against mine, giving me a raging hard-on.
Feeling it, the woman looked into my eyes and asked if I'd like to take her home. When I said yes, she picked up her purse, told the others goodnight and we walked the short distance back home to my place.

Her name was Alison and she didn't require much in the way of foreplay, she just made a beeline for my bedroom. By the time I got there, she was almost undressed. She propped herself in the middle of the bed, legs spread, ready and when my eight inch erection came into view, she whistled and said that she was ready to be fucked. I shagged her this way and that for nearly an hour, both of us having a ball. She gave me just a couple of minutes to recover before she rolled me onto my back and mounted my cock once again. The way she leaned back forced my half-deflated cock to press against her cunt, and the way she wiggled her arse heavily on my scrotum was exquisite. A few minutes of this and I was very hard again. She looked astonished and asked if I always got stiff again so quickly. Then she abruptly leaned over to the night-table and dug into her purse. When she sat back, she had her mobile in her hand and was tapping in a phone number. After a few seconds she said "Hi. It's me. Did you get lucky?" She listened a bit more and then said, "Too bad. How about Judy?" Again there was a pause. This time she responded with a sigh and, "Well, look, tell her I said 'sorry', but I've got something I want you to see. Just hang on." She moved her backside away from me until she was sitting on my ankles and held the phone in front of her. It was a fairly expensive one, with all the photo and video functions.Slison pointed it at my hard-on for a minute and then said, into the phone, "Are you getting this? What do you reckon?" I could hear the other end of the conversation now that the phone was away from her ear. A female voice said, "Wow! Was that as good as it looks?" Alison said, "Even better. And the incredible part is that I can't make it go down. You two want some?"
My ears pricked up as the voice said, "Of course. Do we look like idiots? Where are you?" She put her hand over the phone and asked me my address and whether it was alright to give it to her friends.

Totally gobsmacked, I just said "Yeah." Then she passed on my address and hung up. Alison moved back up and eased her cunt back down onto my even-harder cock. "You know the other two I was with in the pub?" she said. "You don't mind giving them a sample, do you? They're my best friends and we always share the good ones. Only there aren't that many good ones around." It took the women just a quarter of an hour to turn up at my door and ring the bell. Alison, who had cum off again on my dick in the meantime, jumped off me, saying "Wait for us," and padded off to answer the door, still naked. In less than a minute she was back, ushering the two women into my bedroom! It was absolutely fucking unreal. As she climbed back onto my legs, she held my cock like a trophy for the two newcomers to view. They "ooh'd" and "aah'd" for all of maybe five seconds, then they started stripping off, and in no time at all they had joined Alison and me on my bed.

I had everything a man could ask for: tits, pussy, ass, legs, wet mouths and grasping hands. It was surreal. But I wasn't complaining! For over two hours I munched minge, fucked pussy, fondled tits and massaged arses and just let myself go wild with all three of them. The ladies seemed to love every minute of it, too!

I fucked Linda and Kelly until Alison insisted it was her turn again, and she rode me until I spunked before practically collapsing on my front.

That was the beginning of the massive change there has been in my sex life. It seems it's not just me who's always up for a fuck. For the next four or five weeks Alison, Kelly and Linda made a habit of meeting at my place around 8pm every Saturday and we would fuck our way through the night and sleep until mid-afternoon Sunday. During the rest of the week, one of them would sleep with me most nights, so that I spent almost no nights alone after our initial meeting. The Saturday sessions have tailed off a bit now, and I know that they're still spending time at the bar, sometimes picking up other men, but I usually have one of them in my bed at night, so how can I complain?