Entertaining at Large Ch. 11

Each of the men dealt with the aftermath in their own way. All three were standing holding their respective dicks like dying flowers. Mr J leaned back and extracted a folded handkerchief from his jacket pocket. After wiping himself thoroughly he studiously recreated it and, after hoisting his trousers, returned it to the pocket from whence it had come. James pulled his jeans over his knees before pulling a packet of tissues from a back pocket. I presumed they had been put there by his mother. After cleaning himself and letting the tissue fall he tutted as he pulled errant pieces of paper from where they had stuck around his foreskin.

That left Carl. He looked around the studio until his eyes lighted on the sink in the corner. He waddled across - it was only then I realised he had not unbuttoned his waistband while he fucked - holding the tip of his foreskin fastidiously away from his clothes so they didn't get stained. Once there he grabbed the dirty tea towel and wiped himself thoroughly, zipped himself up and tossed it to Stacey.

'Wipe your sen down then get dressed. We're off back to Luke's. I'm going to fuck you 'til you're sore.'

Stacey slowly sat up trying to mop up the liquefying discharges as she did so. Carl pulled her upright and slapped her bottom again. If anything it was harder than the earlier blow which stood out a burning red on her other cheek. Stacey cried out.

'And you'll not be able to sit for a week once I finish tanning your arse. Call us a taxi will you son?'

His tone was straightforward but he blew a loud kiss at her retreating back. James hurried to find his phone and we all listened as he booked an immediate car.

'She's picked up some funny southern ways since we've been down here.'

Carl offered an explanation. We laughed. He held out a hand to Mr J. I kept laughing as their expressions changed when they both realised what said hands had recently been doing and they discretely uncoupled.

'Nice to meet you. You too James. You've got our details. Keep in touch. Get a move on Stace, car's here.'

That last was shouted and she emerged tripping on high heels. She was wearing the same skirt as in the pub. She came over to me still buttoning her blouse.

'You should visit. I'd hug you, but, you know.'

She indicated the delicate pink blouse where tell-tale signs of our recent activity were already beginning to soak though. I smiled at her and kissed her cheek before Carl grabbed her arm and marched her to the door.

James, Mr J and I looked at each other sheepishly after watching their retreating backs out and into the shop.

'True love is a rare flower.'

Mr J sounded wistful and I almost fell for it before he started laughing.