The juice

The girls from the gym had only just left when the doorbell went again. Shit thought John. I've gotten helluva popular since I got back. With trepidation he opened the door again. He really hoped he wouldn't have to fuck anyone within the next hour. This was getting out of hand.

A mountain of a woman stood there looking nervous. "Uh... hi". "Hi", replied John, confused.

"Um", she said, looking a little sheepish, "I saw Denise leaving a minute ago... and I wondered..., do you have any juice"?

John looked at her. She was actually rather hot. Bigger than Denise, but still attractive. He wondered briefly what it would be like to fuck someone so powerfully intimidating, then thought, she's here asking for juice. Fuck , why would he have that. "Uh no - I've got a couple of beers in the fridge if you want."

"No, i mean... it doesn't matter. You dont have any. Sorry to bother you." she turned to go.

"Wait, I didn't catch your name".

"Vanessa", she said, but she was hurrying off down the sidewalk and John knew he had lost her. However the encounter started him thinking.

A few moments later, he was on his way to the biker bar with a plan. As soon as he entered, Tanya, dropped her pool queue and headed quickly to the washroom. By the time John joined her, she was already excitedly stripping. "How do you want me John?" she asked.

"Just like that is fine", said John and catching hold of her by the hips pulled himself into her wet and waiting pussy. It looked like she was more than ok with this arrangement thought John as he began happily fucking her from behind. In fact, this may have been just what she needed if Billy wasn't performing as well. Tanya braced her hands against the toilet wall and began to moan in appreciation luxuriating in her pussy being ravaged.

Emerging later, after taking Billy's wife to the Gents, John approached the poker table. Satan looked up with a smile and pulled out a chair for him.

"What can we do for you John?" he asked.

Tank wasn't there today and Satan and Billy weren't playing, just sitting drinking beer. John flagged down a passing waitress. "10 beers please", then remembered the local custom and whacked her short skirted ass with the palm of his hand.

"10"? queried Satan.

John shrugged. "You, me and Billy", he nodded, "and whoever else needs one about now".

Billy let out a low chuckle. "So you just down to fuck my wife or you got anything else to say"?

"I was hoping you would be able to hook me up with a supply of the juice"! replied John.