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she let the other men fuck her.  She knew it was her purpose in being there, but still.  It just didn’t feel right.  She got out of the bed and went into the bathroom, cleaning up as she did every time.  It was starting to become a ritual after just two nights.  Have sex, wash up, go on to the next man.
    When she was finished, she put her pink robe back on and waited while Bill shrugged into a dark blue robe.  He took her hand and led her out into the hallway, indicating doors.  “That one’s John’s.  David’s and Steve’s.”  He pointed at each one in the order he said their names.  “That will always be the order.”
    She nodded.  “Okay.”  She raised her hand on John’s door and knocked, kissing Bill goodbye until later. 
    John opened the door wide, wearing just a robe.  He never once looked at Bill as he grabbed her hand and pulled her inside.  “How was your day?” he asked as he led her down the hall toward his bedroom.  The layout of his apartment was similar to Bill’s but he’d put his own touches on things.
    As she rushed through the place, she noticed a picture of him with a man who looked vaguely familiar to her in a Cowboys ’ uniform.  There was also a football in a case.  A Cowboys’ jersey in another case.  The whole apartment seemed to be a shrine to his career as a Dallas Cowboys’ quarterback.
    When they got into the bedroom, he shut the door behind them and unfastened the belt to his robe.  He let it fall open, but made no move to push it off.  She couldn’t take her eyes off his erection, standing straight out from his pubic hair.  He reached down and stroked it a couple of times, watching her face.  “Do you want it?” he asked.
    She swallowed hard, knowing she did.  She nodded, unfastening her own robe and dropping it to the floor.  She turned away from him, climbing onto the bed and turning to wait for him.  He pushed the robe the rest of the way off his shoulders and joined her on the bed.  “You’re not afraid I’ll crush you now?”
    She blushed.  She’d been taken four times since the last time he’d been inside her, and a lot of her fears had left her.  “Not anymore.”
    He grinned.  “Good.  I’m still not going to crush you, though.”  He laid on his back with his hands linked behind his head.  “Ride me.”
    She stared at him for a moment, her eyes wide.  What did he want her to do?  When she figured it out, she turned even redder, but crawled to him, straddling his hips.  He reached up and cupped her breasts in his hands, squeezing them gently.  “I’m not sure I know how,” she whispered.
    “You’ll figure it out.”  He thrust his cock up and poked her in the belly with it, because she was sitting on him with his penis in front of her. 
    She stared at it for a moment, before raising up on her knees and moving until he was pressing against her soft core.  “Like this?”
    He nodded, thrusting upward again and entering her just the slightest bit.  She moaned softly, loving the feel of him in her.  She felt the heat rushing to her face as she slowly lowered herself until he was in her to the hilt.  She moved her hips around him, wiggling slightly, groaning with pleasure.
    “It feels even better this way,” she murmured, leaning forward to rest with her hands on his shoulders. 
    “It’s deeper this way.”  He took her hips in his hands, raising them and bringing them back down to help her find her rhythm.  
    Within moments she was controlling their pleasure, moving up and down on him, riding him like a horse.  Much quicker than usual, she started moaning.  “Oh.  I think I’m almost finished!”  A few more thrusts and she was done, moaning and clutching him tightly inside her.
    John was still hard inside her, and he moved her hips up and down a few more times before letting out a groan.  She felt his seed fill her pussy as he pushed her off him to lay beside her.  He looked at the clock on his