“All of a sudden it’s got busy. Nearly all the booths are full,” Katy said quietly, leaning very close to me. “Do you think Jay could handle more?” I looked over at Jay who looked done in. Her arms and legs seemed to be like jelly and she couldn’t hold herself up, the shock of the intense orgasm had depleted her and I bet she was hoping the lads would come soon. At that, the lad under her shouted, “”I can’t hold back much longer.” His friend fucking Jay above replied, “nor me.”
Jay put her hand up and panted, “Stop, stop. Finish on my face.” The lad stopped fucking her and Jay lifted herself off the cock in her arse and knelt on the bed. Both lads stood on the futon over her and tugged hard on their cocks, each lad starting to breathe faster as the cum in them started to make its way up their hard cocks. Jay put her head back, opened her mouth and shut her eyes just as both lads came over her face. Thick jets of cum hitting her open mouth, her nose, her cheeks, her closed eyelids, and hair. Jet after jet hit her and the lads groaned as they released their loads over her, gradually slowing their hand movements as they emptied themselves of all they had built up. They stopped and stood still getting their breath back before high-fiving again and climbing off the futon and reaching for their clothes.
The newcomers and a few of the stag party gave a round of applause to which the lads gave an exaggerated bow. Jay couldn’t open her eyes to see who was clapping so she waved in the general direction.
Katy went to jay and grabbed a wet wipe from the pot. She cleaned the cum away from around Jay’s eyelids allowing her to open her eyes and avoid the sting. Jay started running her fingers around her face and ran the cum into her mouth, gathering all she could and swallowing it down. She laughed as she did this and Katy joined in. Jay’s earlier frustration gone now she had achieved her gangbang.
Katy helped Jay off the bed and whispered something in her ear which Jay nodded to. I got up and went over to them and Katy told me she was taking Jay to the toilets to get her cleaned up and dressed. She took Jay’s arm and helped her out the room.
“That was fantastic,” Manus said as he and Sara stood up. “Just marvellous. When she watches it back, she’ll be impressed with herself.” Manus held the camera up to emphasise the fact he had recorded it all before putting it back in his pocket.
“She is so hot.” Sara said linking her arms through mine and Manus’s as we headed to the counter. “You must promise to let me have her all to myself for a couple of hours before the week is up.”
I laughed and replied, “I don’t think she’ll mind.” We ordered yet more coffee from Jason, including a cup each for the girls and leaned against the counter drinking it and watching the stag party slowly rising to their feet; one of them waking the stag who certainly looked the worst for wear. Suddenly one of them shouted to the far corner of the room, “Hey Tubs. You never got laid.” Which bought a round of laughter from the others in the group as they looked toward their friend who had kept out of the action and out of sight.
“It’s because he hasn’t got a cock,” one of the party shouted which bought more laughter from the group along with other spiteful comments including, “He’s a virgin, he wouldn’t know where to stick it,” “He’s too fat to even find it,” “He’d crush any tart who would ever let him near her.” The lad’s cruel banter continued for a bit and the poor lad stood silently taking it, looking down and embarrassed.
Sara drained her coffee, handed her bag to Manus and said, “That’s not right. Horrible bastards.” She walked out the room for a moment and I watched her walk to the booths, look along the line of them, come back and whisper something to Manus who left the room. She then marched up to the poor victim of his ‘so called friends,’ mocking. She took the jackets he was holding, threw them to the floor, grabbed his hand and dragged him towards the booths.
His friends watched this in silence, amazed that this blonde goddess was taking him away somewhere private. I slowly followed and saw her push him into the end booth, the only booth unoccupied. There was a mass exodus of bodies flying past me and we just caught sight of Sara shutting the door behind them. The lads looked up and down the booths, trying to find a way to watch. They all were all partitioned floor to ceiling with no gaps to allow any viewing from the corridor. All they could do was crowd around the door and listen. I stood close by and heard everything that went on.
In a voice loud enough for everyone to hear we heard Sara say to the lad with a very strong Dutch accent, “Take off my clothes…that’s it, now yours. Wow! You are fucking big! That cock is enormous.” There was a moment of silence before we heard her moaning with something in her mouth. “Mmm…mmm…mmm…wow, your cock is so big I can hardly fit it all in my mouth. Now lick me. Mmmm…that’s nice, now put some fingers in. That’s it, like that, now keep licking my clit. Oh, that’s perfect.”
There was a period of Sara puffing and panting before she let out a yell followed by a, “YES, OH MY GOD, YOUR TONGUE IS AMAZING!” There was banging on the side of the booth as, I assumed, Sara slapped her hand on it repeatedly through her orgasm. A few moments of silence followed before she said, “Now, bend me over and lick my arsehole. That’s it. Harder, harder, now stick your tongue in; mmm….that’s so nice. Now fuck me you big cocked bastard. Get that monster in…ME!” I assumed the lad must have slipped it in her as Sara started to shout and more banging on the sides of the booth commenced. “Harder, harder, HARDER…OH FUCK! I’M CUMMING AGAIN!” The banging got louder and all the lads outside and crowded up to the booth, their ears pinned against the door looked at each other with astonishment. After several minutes of banging and panting, Sara then shouted, “AAAH…OH FUCK. CUM IN ME, CUM IN ME…AHHHH. FILL ME WITH YOUR CUM!” The lads outside went quiet as the banging inside reached its peak. “OH MY FUCK! YOU HAVE COME SO MUCH. YOU ARE LIKE A HORSE WITH A BIG COCK TO MATCH,” Sara shouted before it went silent
The lads outside started clapping and stood up waiting for the friend who appeared through the door zipping up his flies. Pat’s on the back followed as the lad gained new respect amongst his peers. The group headed to the exit door and left; the stag being supported by two of his friends.
I looked in the booth and Sara was sat on a stool fully clothed, filing her nails with no evidence of anything happening. Manus opened the door next to her and laughed with Sara joining in.
“You didn’t fuck him, did you?” I asked amongst my own laughing at the realisation of the situation. “No,” Sara replied. “The poor lad. He said he didn’t want to lose his virginity this way. He wants to wait until he’s married. Very moralistic and I respect that.”
“And I needed to get in here to stop them seeing anything, just in case.” said Manus. “He’s a hero to his friends now though.” We walked down the corridor to where Katy and Jay were waiting outside the toilets ready to leave. Jay had cleaned herself up, run a brush through her hair and was dressed. We left the building and were relieved at the cool evening air.