There was no denying it Padraig was only a cunt. A using bastard that didn’t give a fuck as long as he got to unload his batch once a week into Bernie, should it be up her fanny, down her throat or in her arse. He didn’t care. Why would he? It was her who initiated it all, the Sunday late night meet ups, it was down to her, so now he was going to make it worth his while. All the things that he’d loved to ask Niamh to do when she was in better health but hadn’t the courage, was now on Bernie. If he wanted her to dress a certain way then he would. If he wanted her to meet or talk to a stranger, then she’d do it, or he’d walk away and he knew Bernie wanted his cock.
She wasn’t going to lie, she was for the first time dreading a Sunday night. The thought of it filled her with dread. She was game, always was, she’d let him put it in her every day, hadn’t she proved it already, but up her back passage as she called it, she squirmed in her seat thinking about it. Would she bleed? Vaseline would make it easier but she was straight up scared. Yes for the first time, Sunday didn’t seem appealing.
The week passed and the weekend came, and as before they went through the same routine. A bottle of wine, a bit of supper and bed while Padraig waited for Bernie down stairs. She’d tried to dissuade him a few times. She even wore her best beige trousers and ivory silk panties thinking he’d be happy enough to ride her, but no, Padraig wanted her hole and nothing was going to stop him.
About half one he tip toed up the stairs, checked on Niamh and then made his way into Bernie. There she was waiting for him. She looked apprehensive but smiled nonetheless, nervously but it was still a smile. She was still dressed. He asked her to get on all fours, she did and went over to feel her arse. Fuck the material against her skin was hot as fuck. Just feeling her wearing them, he could make himself cum without touching himself. She said are you ok? and he said the best. He went over to the wardrobe and started to undress himself. She moved and sat at the edge of the bed. He was hard now. He thought on something. He said Bernie I want you on your knees, she duly done what he said, he then took his cock out and rubbed her face with it. She said I can’t suck you yet, but I can pull you off and you can come over my face and tongue, but he declined. He asked her was she ready for her back door delivery? She said nothing, she just got up onto the bed and pulled her trousers down to her knees and got on all fours. He got up behind her. Her silk panties cutting the hole and cunt of her. She whispered “the Vaseline ” . He reached over to the locker opened it up, then he put his two fingers in and took out a generous dollop, and worked it around her opening, fuck she was small, had to be a virgin. She was tight. He massaged for a couple of minutes and finally slid a finger in. She recoiled and gasped. That sore she said. He then asked if he could try and ease his cock in. She said yes, just be slow and gentle. So he then guided his tip to the entrance, fuck he didn’t know if it would fit she was that tight. She groaned and said go easy, it’s still sore. With that he pushed ever so slightly in further. She groaned again, he didn’t want to tear anything, including his foreskin, so he was just taking things slowly. He’d move a little against her hips and push again. He didn’t know about her, but the tightness was great to feel. It was like his cock was getting squeezed in a fleshy wall, squeezed in a way that gave him intense pleasure. What a fucking thrill he was getting, what was it about this woman, everything she done with him seemed like his orgasm multiplied by ten fold. He was three quarters the way in and knew it wouldn’t be long. She pushed against him now with a lot more ease. For her it wasn’t one bit nice. The odd fleeting moment she felt a split second of pleasure, but mostly pain. A pain she could handle but didn’t want again. She said push on now Padraig, push it on in there. He did and felt the tingling, the tingling of climax. He asked her to groan as if she enjoyed it every time he pushed it in. Even though it was sore, she did what he asked. She started moan in a sexual tone, and started to talk. Yes Padraig, give it to me, give it to me hard. I love that big cock of yours inside me. Fuck my arse Padraig, fuck it as hard as you can Padraig. That’s it Padraig, give me your load. Padraig loved her talking. He replied with, your right Bernie. You’ll take it. You’ll take it and everything that comes your way. That tight fleshy wall was now squeezing on his cock. Like a clamped mouth. I’d love another man here Bernie, another man watching us, pulling himself off in the corner watching us Bernie, what do you think about that, she just groaned and said mmmm Padraig I’d love it. You fucking me and another stranger watching us, and with another groan she give, he felt her insides tighten around his cock. It was to much to bear. With his two hands on her hips he pushed, plunged as deep as he could go, God knows what he’d hit in there, but he didn’t give a fuck, here it come. Slowly rising inside him. Like an erupting volcano, his body shook and quivered, like a mild spasm, intense pleasure enveloped him. Intense wasn’t a good enough word. This woman was amazing. He felt himself shooting up her. He squeezed on her hips and pushed deep as he could, the cum just kept on coming, two, three, four, four times he think he felt. The orgasm slowly subsided. She groaned, a groan of pain, pain and relief. He pulled out easy and got of the bed. Are you ok Bernie? She said yes, but he’d better go, it was after two. He cleaned up and left. Bernie wiped clean, and got into bed. Ten minutes later she had to get up and wipe again as she felt the cold trickle of spunk running down her left arse cheek as she lay on her side. He must have blew the full bag up her. Good. She’d done good. She took one for the team. Padraig was going to bed with his seed spilled, and that’s all that mattered, his happiness. She finally drifted off to sleep as did Padraig. Tomorrow was another day..