Tag: Straight

Padraig awoke to his alarm and lay there. Last night happened and it was down to Bernie, not him. He thought about and felt his cock stiffen. Been a long time since he had a hard first thing in the morning. That was Bernie and he knew he’d be back for more. Fuck it. Why not? A handy ride beat him pulling himself off into Niamhs knickers. He’d rather slide Bernies panties off and fill her instead. Blow his batch in her and not worry about pregnancy. They’d just have to be discreet like Bernie said.
He hit the shower and by the time he went down stairs Bernie was already up and sitting at the table drinking coffee. Kettles boiled she said smiling. She got up to get him a cup. He walked over and grabbed her arse in her silk pyjamas. Fuck her hole was lovely. She turned around and cupped her hand on his groin. He had a new lease of life now. He felt like he could ride for Ireland. He knew they were beat for time because he’d have to be away in five minutes. He said you’ll keep and she replied I can’t wait. She said she loved his cock and couldn’t wait to have it again. He knew she had no panties on because he felt her arse. He quickly slipped his hand down her front and felt her bush. It felt trimmed this time. He slid a finger in. She was wringing wet. Two fingers now and fingered her slowly. She groaned and said he was amazing. He actually loved it. She was bound to be horny after last night. He didn’t lay a hand on her so to speak, and her looking at his cock probably got her juices flowing. Her legs shaked a little before she pulled away and said he better stop before she let herself go and climax. He said fair enough, washed his hands and said he’d talk to her later. She smiled and said not to worry about Niamh, go to work and everything will be ok. With that he headed out and went about his business.
He rang Niamh at lunchtime and asked how things were going. The best she told him. The home help landed in at nine on the dot, then mammy made her some breakfast and then they phoned Paddy Maher for the taxi and headedover to hers. Bernie was making her lunch now and then if it stayed dry they were going to the park for an hour, just to break up the afternoon. He said you do right. Get out and get some fresh air. After that it was all small talk and they said goodbye and she hung up. Roll on Sunday he thought. Roll on till he got into Bernies panties and shag the hole of her, or holes even. Jesus there was a thought. He’d drop it into the conversation sometime they were on there own. Ask her if he could fuck her in that sexy arse. He felt his cock stir. Imagine sliding it in, up her shit pipe as they would have said back in the day when he was younger and full of shit. He’d definitely ask her. It was exciting to think he had this sort of thing going with someone who had as much to lose as him. He went back to work and couldn’t wait to get home to see what the craic was.
When he got to Bernies to lift Niamh he was exhausted. A combination of the weekend drinking and early shout, he’d have no bother sleeping tonight. Mammy kept you dinner if your hungry? He said he was an got tore into it. Bacon, mince sausages and spuds covered in gravey. Bernie asked him could he take her to centra before they went home and he said no problem. Jesus what was he going to say. Of course Bernie. It’s the least I can do. Niamh said grand, she’d be ready when they got back. So they set off and it was quiet for the first minute. He’d need to work up to asking her. How could he get it into the conversation, then she turned and said to him, do you fancy taking to yours now? They could have a quickie and no one would be the wiser. Ahh Jesus Bernie I’m literally fucked. I’m wrecked. Could we leave it? No offence like. She said aye no problem. She just suggested it on the off chance. He thought about Niamh sitting her wheelchair waiting for him while he was balls deep in her mother..aw fuck it wouldn’t be right. They agreed to leave it and focus on Sunday evening. He left the question about anal. Maybe another time. They went and returned in about twenty minutes. Niamh was ready like she said and they headed home.
The rest of the week was pretty much the same. Nothing out of the ordinary. The weekend came and then Sunday arrived. Padraig got himself a box of beer and Niamh and Bernie a bottle of wine. He’d be watching the end of the snooker in the kitchen and they had the living room to themselves. That was the plan anyway. He’d be edging himself while he was wanking during the week. He brought himself close but never cum. He was saving it for Bernies cunt. She didn’t know it but she was going to get a hell of a load up her. Six days worth of spunk and he couldn’t wait. Bernie rang about seven and asked Niamh could Padraig come and get her. No problem she said and he set off. He pulled up outside and hit the horn twice. Yes sir,..He had a full bag and she had no idea. There’d be some mess after he thought. It would be running out of her for a week. With that out she come. What the actual fuck? What was she wearing? Aw she looked every inch the elegant woman. Padraig liked women to be feminine, and Bernie was that. It was mid summer now and a lovely evening. She was wearing a short red cardigan, very light and not something you’d wear in the winter. It came to her waist, and then he thought, where the fuck did she buy them? Did she know what turned him on he thought? It was a pair of navy polyester trousers. Pockets at the front and a little tab and button on her left arse cheek. Fuck… there was a shine of them in the evening sun. They were cutting the hole and fanny of her, could see her camel toe. He regretted not asking her earlier in the week if he could ride her in the arse, but more importantly not havinga wank. Dressing like this and he’d blow in record time. She hopped into the car and smiled and said alright? He nodded and said what do you think with a smile. Do you like my new trousers? Primark on special. Go feel them, there nice to touch. His cock was rock hard. His heart was racing. He pulled away and once they were down the road he felt her thigh. They were skin tight on her hips. He never felt anything as sexy in his life. That week of built up cum just doubled and he couldn’t wait to unload inside her, it might be a mess but who cares.
Bernie sat beside him and enjoyed his hand caressing her thigh. She was a size fourteen but deliberately bought a size twelve so they’d accentuate her curves, especially her arse. She was always complimented on her arse when she was younger. She was about to do something thatshe herself couldn’t believe. She pulled her zip down and pulled the trousers apart and said to Padraig, what do you think? She flashed a pair of red nylon panties, 1980s vintage nylon panties to be precise, that’s how eBay described them. Padraig’s eyes lit up. He swallowed loudly and looked at her and grinned. Yes I fucking do he said. She struggled to get them zipped up again. She looked and felt like she was sewn into them. They looked like they were sprayed on. She could see her camel toe and she felt young again. They pulled up and went in and the night went as planned. About ten o clock Padraig brought in a tray of sandwiches and pot of tea. They had the supper and went up. Bernie said she’d sort Niamh out for bed. You take it easy Padraig. Mammys here to help. Bernie agreed. She said save your energy for work Padraig. It’s a long week. As she turned she gave him a cheeky smile. Niamh headed for the stair lift, Bernie behind her. He had a dull ache at the base of his rod. He knew what it was. Once he cum it would be ok. As Bernie went through the door into the hall behind Niamh she rubbed her bum with her right hand, rubbed it slowly, he could hear her hand against the material of the trousers, jaysus help him. Why hadn’t he wanked before today. Too late now. After about twenty minutes later they both shouted down goodnight to Padraig and he said the same up to them. He made his way out to the kitchen, cracked a can and watched a bit more tv. He tried to blank out what he’d do later on. So Padraig being Padraig beat the cans into him. It had gone one in the morning now and thought he’d make his move. He threw two sausage rolls into the microwave and ate them up with a glass of milk. This was it. He hoped she was still wearing her clothes. He wanted to feel her bum and legs and thighs, he was so horned up now, his cock hurt.
Bernie lay on top of the bed. Listening, waiting. She could hear Niamh snore gently in the other room. Her night time meds and a couple of glasses of wine had knocked her out. She had unzipped her trousers and had been playing with herself. She knew exactly what she had to do tonight. She had to look after him. He had no one really. Just her. Her for his needs and tonight she wanted to show him what she’d do. She would serve him well. She heard the microwave stop and gave it ten minutes. She zipped up and waited. Sure enough within a few minutes the bedroom door opened slightly. His silhouette looking in at her. She put the bed side lamp on and he smiled and said are you ok? She nodded as he stepped in and closed the door.
He made his way over to the bed and lay down beside her. He rolled over to face her and started to kiss her. She loved the smell of stale beer. His hands never left her bum and legs. She was tingling through the trousers. Must have been the newness of them. He got a couple of static shocks of her and they both chuckled. He said how about she get on top and ride him. She said she had a better idea. He looked at her mystified. What was better than that for the both of them? He started to kiss her and slipped the hand down her unbuttoned trousers. He felt the panties over her groomed bush. Then with great ease he slid two fingers into her. She felt already damp on her pubes. She must have been playing with herself he thought. Fair play to her. His fingers travelled around the walls of her fanny. She was seeping juice everywhere. She moaned as if in pain. He said you ok? She just nodded and then started to thrust her hips against the rhythm of his fingers. He thought on something. What if he slipped a finger in her arse. Would she mind? There was only one way to find out. He gently took his hand out and pulled her trousers down. She squirmed and lifted her bum so he could get her trousers off. Them panties were teenage wanking material. Stuff of dreams. He slid his hand down and messaged her bum cheeks and then put a finger at her opening, she froze and stiffened up, no. Not tonight. Maybe another night she said. It was worth try. All the foreplay with her had helped him stave off spunked mess. She then said I’d like to do something for you. His stomach flipped. She told him to get on his knees on the bed. So he did as instructed. She then lay back with two pillows under her head. She told him then to move up in the bed towards her head. His cock was so hard now. It felt like it was splitting at the sides. He gained his balance by putting his hands against the wall. Then she said it. Put it in mouth and ride. He hadn’t prepared for this. Straight up sex is different. Your sticking it in a hole, but the mouth? He couldn’t wait, problem was his cock wouldn’t be the cleanest. He hadn’t washed properly..fuck it. She started to caress his arse and he thought he was going to burst. A dirty cock and a week supply of cum.. He then moved towards her face. He hit her nose with it. He then guided it into her mouth. What he felt was indescribable. Her tongue and mouth was warm and wet. Her tongue rolled around his member, swirling saliva like a hot wash. He then started to push gently in and out. Slowly and gently. He then built up a bit of a rhythm. In and out, slowly but surely building up a nice speed without pushing to hard. He felt a brief tingling deep inside him, and he thought to himself if he went hard now he’d blow a bucket full down her throat. It would be a lousy thing to do, wouldn’t it? and what about his cheesy bell end? It would be a low thing to do…but he might not get a chance like this again, full load and smelly cock or not. Bernie groaned as if he was fucking her cunt. He started to push deeper and her groan changed to a grunt. That grunt was like a green light. He pushed deep again, and again. Deeper and harder and her grunt got quicker, he could feel himself starting to climax. He then just let go and into over drive. It was like doing press ups into her mouth, faster, harder, she gagged and he just pushed deeper. He knew what was coming and asked her would she let him cum in her mouth, she breathed through her nostrils and nodded, there was just one more thing he’d ask her, could she groan again as if she was enjoyed it and she started, moaning and groaning, her body writhing as he pushed his bareback cock in her throat, and then it came out of nowhere. It was like a hundred souls ran there fingers over his entire body, starting at his shoulders and completely enveloping him, her mouth and throat were a sleeve. A sleeve that felt the wrath of his bag. He shot ivory ropes of spunk into her throat, pumping again and again and again. She gagged then groaned again. He felt her swallow against his cock and with that he pushed as hard as he could one last time. She choked and coughed, jizz coming down her nose, white cum coming out of her nose.. his orgasm started to ebb away, a high he never felt before and likely again. He pulled out collapsed in a sweaty mess beside her. His legs were like jelly. She was something fucking else. Imagine meeting her back in the day as a teenager? Bernie sat up and wiped here face with baby wipes she’d brought. Padraig pointed to the door and she smiled and nodded..He got up, made his way over to his own bedroom, closed his door and got into bed. No point even trying to rationalise things, he was a scum bag, end of story. Anything coming his way after this? He deserved.
Bernie cleaned up. She done well. He’d emptied everything he had down her throat. There was hard bits of a grit like stuff in her mouth. Had she cracked a tooth? She took a piece of her tongue with her finger. It was yellow, Jesus Mary and Joseph it was stinking. Her mouth was full of it. She then realised it was smeg. Cock cheese..So be it. It was a price she would pay. She rolled over in the bed and cupped a hand between her throbbing thighs