A few years ago I was out with the girls in Dublin when we got chatting to a stag party from London (or bachelor party for you American readers). The usual banter was going back and forth ,everybody was having a laugh. I got on really well with one guy in particular, let's call him Guy 1. He was about my age (20s) and pretty attractive, he bought me a few drinks, we danced and ended up kissing. To cut a long story short we ended up leaving our groups and getting a taxi back to his Air BNB which was a large apartment. We quickly got down to business in one of the beds. I sucked him off and then climbed on top of him. After a bit of fun we fell asleep before I had to get up to pee. On my way back the front door opened and in walked 6 more drunk stag party guys who were shocked to see me in the hallway wearing their mate's T-shirt and nothing else.

The guys invited me in for a drink in the living room and I wrapped a blanket around my waist. It took less than 5 minutes before Guy 2 had his hand resting between my legs on the couch. Some of the other guys noticed and told him it wasn't fair, that the guy getting married should have a go. I jokingly agreed not thinking anything would happen but before I knew it he was in front of me with his dick out and his friends cheering us on. I started sucking him off when the second guy began to fuck me from behind.

Before I knew it the main Stag pulled out of my mouth and shot his load on my face much to the cheers of his friends. A fourth guy quickly filled his place in front of me and I took him in my mouth too.

To tell the truth I don't know how many of them I sucked or fucked, it all became a bit of a blur. I do remember guy 1 emerged from the room at some point to see me ,drunk on cock being double teamed by his friends.

He refused to let me back in his bed afterwards (which is a shame cause I was going to suck him off to say sorry) and I ended up getting kicked out of their apartment at 6am minus my bra and underwear.