It was the itch that woke him. Holy fuck, it was driving him mad. He’d stirred a few times in the night, but now it was driving him mad. What was causing it? Could he picked up an infection somehow? The only place he had put it was Bernies mouth and throat. Couldn’t be that could it? They do say it’s best to wear a condom for all sex, but where was the fun in that. Naw he’d wanted to feel everything. Her wet mouth and tongue licking and massaging his member. No way he was wearing a condom. Especially the way she had been dressed, her arse and hips clad in skin tight trousers, not a hope. He better get up and hit the shower. While he was in he pulled his foreskin back jesus the smell was fucking horrendous. He’d stuck that down her throat and emptied a full bag, it was lousy. You wouldn’t do it to a skank never mind Bernie. He scrubbed and cleaned and got ready for work.
She was already up and down stairs. She was standing at the sink when he went over and rubbed his hand over her arse. He kept rubbing it. He wanted to fuck her hard right there and now. Hard enough so she’dbe tender for a while. He then give her bum a slight slap. Her arse didn’t move, that’s how tight the trousers were. She turned around and smiled. He knew to look at her she was in discomfort. When asked what was wrong she’d said her throat was red raw and sore, and she could feel mouth ulcers forming, but it’s grand she said. He knew it was his stinking knob that had done it. He felt bad, but it was part and parcel of these rendezvous’s. Her mouth was a bit red, but he put it down to his pubic hair rubbing against her upper lip and chin. She felt his cock gently and stroked it. There was still a bit of smeg on her front tooth. They talked briefly and he headed of. Before he left she told him no blowjobs until her mouth and throat cleaned up. They both knew it was a good idea.
The week passed. Cahir had been arrested by the garda, he’d been fighting in Dohertys. Don’t know what he was doingin there anyway. Was a young crowd. Too young for him. Thursday evening and Bernie asked Niamh could Padraig take her to the shop. She’d forgot earlier and needed milk. It closed at half ten and she needed it for the morning. Not a bother said Niamh and Padraig duly obliged. On the way over he thought about Sunday night. He gave her his cheesy cock and full load and she took it. No questions asked. He began to get hard thinking about all the taboo things he could do with her, make her do. Why not? He pulled up and out she come. She was in a pair of dark plain trackies and her coat. She got in and thanked him. They drove there and it was small talk on the way. When she came out and got in to the car,she said it had been a rough week with Cahir and she just couldn’t wait to get home to bed. With that he thought he’d chance his arm, “Bernie you know what I’d want now?” She said no, what? I’d love you to pull me off now on the way home. Like now if you could, she looked at him and realised he was serious, she didn’t want to but what could she do? She said ok quietly and moved over closer to be able to get at him. He’d already undone his jeans and was hard. She held it and started to stroke it gently. Good? She said, he nodded and kept his eyes on the road. She started to talk dirty to him then as she wanted him to cum quickly. I love your cock Padraig. I wish I had it in my mouth Padraig. I wish you were fucking me senseless Padraig. It was working. Her touch was so gentle and tender. She massaged and pulled and stroked until he was squirming in his seat. He started to talk back. All the things he wanted to try on her. He wanted to fuck her arse, she kept pulling but looked at him, not speaking. He kept talking, he said imagine doing it outside with her, she groaned at that suggestion. Now that did turn her on. Imagine outside and another man caught us Bernie, imagine that, she didn’t know what to say. Imagine we see him and all you do Bernie is lick your lips Bernie and smile, then him coming over to us and standing there. Bernie was alarmed but kept on pulling his cock. He said keep your hand on it Bernie I’m cumming, she did and felt his balls rise and harden just before he shot the load, and with that he pushed her head towards her groin and blew all over face, her nose and eyes got it as well as her bottom lip and chin..Jesus Bernie I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me. She sat up and said it’s grand. She opened the glove box and got some hankys and cleanedherself up. He changed the subject straight away and talked about what was happening in the town. Rumours of a hotel getting built and Bernie mentioned a barbecue coming up for a local charity.
As they pulled up he stopped her getting out of the car, he apologised for pushing her head down to cum over her face again. I’m sorry about that Bernie, she said forget it. It’s not an issue. He then asked about Sunday evening. What about letting him fuck her, she said of course with a broad grin. We all need a release Padraig. He then said naw Bernie, I mean fucking you in the arse? She froze. I’m, I’m not sure Padraig. I don’t know. Bernie if this is to work between us then you better need to step up. I need this. She agreed and said goodbye. Padraig started to look at Bernie different. It was like his own play thing and he carry out any kink or fantasy on her he liked.
Bernie brewed a pot of tea and headed for bed. Padraig was right. She was all he had when it came to sex and intimacy. She’d do what she had to, to keep him. What ever he wanted her to do, she’d do it