A really awful case of amnesia. (Short-Term memory loss)

“Do you have any more of those horse tranquilizers at the stables?”

The girls all laugh.

“Wouldn’t that mess with the erection?”

The laughter gets louder.

“I think he could satisfy me without him even being erect.”

The laughter becomes deafening.

“Seriously though, get the tranqs.”

The person on top of you keels over in laughter and you can feel her large warm breasts shake violently against your chest.

“I don’t care what you do… I’m satisfied for at least an hour.” The one on top of you says steadily rotating her hips pushing your member slowly around inside her pussy. “Mmm… actually…”

More laughter ensues.

“…we could tie him down… you know, just in case…”

There is a moment of silence before a unanimous ‘nah’ echoes throughout the room.

“Not really my kind of thing.”

“Mine either.”

“Same here.”

“Besides, what man in their right mind would scream bloody **** and try to bolt with three sexy little vixens giving him the best damn sex of his life.”

“A gay man?”

Again the young girl slowly riding your cock gives your broad chest a milky smooth rubdown with her bountiful breasts as all three of the ladies go into hysterical laughter.

“It was a rhetorical question and obviously he isn’t gay, since he was jerking it to you two in the bathroom.”

“Yeah, just a tad shy and perhaps a bit of a perv.”

“Yeah.” The other two agree.

You figure it’s about time you speak up, before it sticks in their mind your some kind of pervy peeping tom.

“…what… what’s going on?” you ask.

The girl on top of you bolts upright so fast that her body jumps right off your cock and onto the floor.

“I was… about to… enter the bathroom… but… I was knocked out…” you finish.

A couple of hard slaps against soft flesh ring out seconds after you finish your sentence.

“Ouch, what in the hell was that… oh… yeah… Mr. Doe, that was me that knocked you out, sorry.”

You try to open your eyes but it hurts and everything is really fuzzy. “Who are you?”

“I’m Emma, I’m Mona’s sister.”

“Who?”

“Emma, Mona’s sister.” She repeats.

“Mona’s sister?” you ask.

“Yeah, listen. I really am sor…”

“Who is this Mona?” You ask.

“Mona, the girl who works at the stables…”

“Me! Mr. Doe… You were helping me and Nancy in the stables…” Mona states, sounding slightly pissed but increasingly worried.

“Nancy!” You exclaim.

“Yeah John, I’m right here.”

“Who the hell are you?” You wonder.

The three girls murmur between each other, Nancy almost sounds as though she is on the verge of tears and Emma sounds as though she just murdered a person. Mona, on the other hand, sounds as though she can’t believe she just fucked a guy who can’t even remember her name, let alone what she looked like.

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“So which of you three girls was on top of me, giving me the best fuck of my life? I’m guessing it was you Mona because those healthy breasts of yours felt wonderful pressed against my chest. Not saying you don’t have a lovely pair of breasts yourself Nancy. God knows I’d love to get my hands on them. Though, I don’t know what your breasts look like Emma, I seriously don’t remember you.”

A trio of slaps land against your chest.

“Jesus, first you knock me out… then you start beating the crap out of me as soon as I come around.” You joke, rubbing your chest lightly.

All three girls coo lightly before breaking down in childish laughter. You laugh along before the throbbing in your head becomes too unbearable and your body cringes up in pain.

“Are you okay Mr. Doe?” Mona asks as she leans over you, pushing her breasts against your arm.

“Not really, I can’t open my eyes and my head is reeling.” You answer truthfully.

“I guess Emma gave you a pretty bad concussion.” Mona informs you, as if you didn’t know. “It’s getting late, and there is no way we can move you out of here without getting an ambulance or someone a lot stronger then the three of us are to carry you to the car so we can get you to a hospital.” (WOW THAT WAS A MOUTH FULL)

“Which leaves me with?” you ask.

“I don’t know, but one thing is for sure. When a person gets a concussion, it’s unwise to let them sleep for at least the first night.” Mona states matter of fact like.

“Isn’t that an old wife’s tale?”

There is a moment of silence and then you hear tiny whispers between the girls.

“No! It’s very real!” Mona blurts out finally. “So just rest, but don’t you dare fall asleep… we’ll stay up all night just to make sure!”

“…”