And God bless the Irishman

Jesus Christ I’m exhausted. It was after three o’clock before we finished fucking.

When Ted turned up he dropped his bag in the hall and tried to fight me off as I attempted to drag him straight into the bedroom. He begged me to at least let him clean his teeth and when I relented he went on to beg for a drink.

He said, “At least, can I have a cup of tea?”

Not wanting to be too unreasonable I put the kettle on, after all he had flown across the country and taken a cab straight my place at very short notice, and I knew I was a rather lucky girl. I told him as I gave him the hot mug that he’d probably need it to improve his stamina. “I’m not going to let you sleep until I’ve had enough sex”, I pointed out.

And God bless the Irishman. Just like the taxi driver on holiday he took me every way possible.

He told me that I have lovely collar-bones as I lay on my bed still wearing my Christmas knickers, he then went on to fuck me between my tits until he decorated my décolletage with his thick, creamy spunk. His dick bobbed in front of my face and I sucked his cock in an attempt to keep him hard.

Then he surprised me. He moved down the bed and pulled my cotton knickers off. I reached across to the bed-side cabinet to grab some tissues; to wipe his semen from my throat and to wrap up the tampon I was about to remove from my cunt. As Ted sat between my legs looking at my pussy I reached over my five blue stars tattoo to find the thread, but he batted my hand away. And he placed his mouth over my cunt. I have never had a man go down on me in the middle of my cycle. It felt so dirty – I can only blame the nuns - but it felt amazing. I recognised the sensation of the blue thread pressed against my sex by his tongue, it felt like he was tying a knot around my proud clit and I orgasmed hard as he fucked me with his mouth.

I couldn’t believe what was happening, but he was clearly enjoying it because he wouldn’t stop. He pulled me about on the bed until I was lying over his body with his hard shaft in my mouth. His lips and tongue didn’t stop teasing my cunt and I struggled to concentrate on giving him pleasure as he kept me cumming over and over again. I implored him to stop as I wanked his saliva coated cock long enough and steadily enough to make his balls lift and his dick twitch, and as he filled my mouth with spunk he covered my cunt again with his lips as I moaned around his erection.

My cunt tingled. I lay in bed panting and blushing like a virgin. The Irishman got up and left the room. I didn’t know what to say. I couldn’t believe what had happened. Then I heard him filling the kettle again and relaxed.

I took the opportunity to remove the tampon. There was no way I was going to let him do that! When he came back we lay together drinking tea and talking until his warm, chubby cock found its way back into my hand. I tugged it carefully as it swelled responsively.

I lay on my front, my hand curled under my tattoo and my fingertips against my clit waiting for Ted’s cock wherever he chose to place it. He entered my cunt and filled me. I felt his bodyweight against me; his hips pressed against my bum and he fucked me slowly. This was what I wanted to happen all day. I opened my legs wider and I could feel his balls against my fingertips when his dick was at the deepest part of each thrust. He filled me, fucked me deeply and pushed my cervix up to my throat. My breathing became ragged and I struggled to exhale as I gasped. My cunt was so sensitive I couldn’t even see properly before I climaxed again.

Ted didn’t stop, or maybe he couldn’t stop. I pulled my hand away from my clit and vowed that I wouldn’t ever complain about not having a cock in my pussy during my period if the Irishman could just let me rest. My hands grabbed at my pillows as he continued to fuck me, making me cum again just through his penetration. I started to sob and tried to pull my body up the bed, it had become far too much, and finally Ted’s dick slipped out of my cunt.

I lay on my front breathing heavily. The air that rushed into my lungs echoed in my ears and I could hear the Irishman panting.

I looked over my shoulder at Ted as he sat back on his heels. His gorgeous cock was in his hands. He played with himself and looked at me expectantly. I turned over and watched him masturbate. I still wanted to fuck him. I still wanted his spunk inside me, but my pussy couldn’t take any more.

“Please fuck me up my arse”, I said, “just take me”.

I muttered those last three words over and over again as his dick pushed into my arse. Ted didn’t use any lubricant other than the natural wetness from my cunt which was already coating his cock. He hurt me as he entered me, but the pain was less than the searing sensitivity of my pussy. I couldn’t bear to touch my clit as he fucked me, but I wanted him to just take me. I knew that I couldn’t cum again. He had satisfied me, he had been enough for me and all I wanted to do was satisfy him and I begged him repeatedly to fill me, to cum inside me, until his balls emptied inside my arse.

When his taxi turns up

In the absence of a dick this evening I have been spending my time fingering myself and working my way through my collection of sex toys. I feel bad-tempered, fat and unreasonable, and despite all of my efforts at self-gratification, all I really want is a cock in my pussy. I even sent Ted a text in my desperation to ask when exactly he’d be coming home.

It was a delightful surprise to discover that he’d landed at Heathrow at 8.45. I spoke to him while he was still in Arrivals and told him that I need him to come to my place this evening because in in the middle of my period and as horny as Hell.

I’m not going to dress nicely, put on any sexy lingerie or anything like that. When his taxi turns up I shall still be in my bathrobe and probably wearing one of the pairs of Nana’s Christmas knickers. I won’t be acting coquettishly or flirt with him, but I will take him to bed and fuck him all night.

All is not lost

Ted is back in Scotland for work, and that’s shit because…

I did get this in an email from a stranger though,  

“hi my bitch i very like fatty, mature, ugly, weak, dirty women i very hardfucker i lick ass hole and fuck”. 

 So all is not lost.

A cunning plan

When we were coming back to London on Sunday afternoon Ted told me that as a teenager he seriously jerked off after watching the scene in Working Girl when Melanie Griffith did the hoovering wearing only her knickers and high heeled mules.

I would be perfectly happy to recreate the scenario, but I suspect that it’s all a cunning plan to get me to do his housework for him.

A conversation before breakfast

The Irishman was making us breakfast in bed on Sunday morning and I snuggled up to Lora, kissing the back of her neck and caressing her curves when she quizzed me as to why I’d suddenly taken such an interest in her housemate being brought into the equation when Ted needed relief. I indiscreetly told Lora about the last night in Italy. 

She told me that she was amazed that Alice had opened her legs to allow me to go down on her.

“Do you think that I could go to her room?”

“If you’d like to leave me alone to fuck Ted again, I’m certainly not going to complain,” she said, “but I think Alice might not be so understanding”.

“What happens in Italy…”

“Stays in Italy. Exactly Jayne”.

Bugger!

Thin air

Orgasm denial seems to be something of a specialist fetish, and not one that I’ve ever been into. It mostly seems a little bit too cruel to me. I like to see a man cum. I like the way at the moment of orgasm he has an almost total absence of self-control and for me it’s very gratifying indeed. I feel very proud of myself to be responsible for creating that sense of abandonment and umm, I love spunk. But having said that, before Alice showed up and demonstrated in no uncertain terms that she’s the undisputed Queen of the Handjob, me and Lora thoroughly enjoyed teasing poor Ted.

When she brought him off I’ll admit that never before had I seen a guy cum so heavily. Whether or not it was because he’d not had an orgasm since fucking me on Tuesday morning and his balls were full of semen I’m not sure. It could equally have been down to being wanked off by Alice unexpectedly, (he clearly likes to impress). But we suspected his hard orgasm had something to do with Lora and me playing with him for so long.

When we both fucked him before, he showed that he was perfectly capable of repeatedly cumming, so we knew that there was no danger of him shooting his load then falling asleep and refusing to cooperate, but a tease is a tease after all. 

So he ended up in Lora’s bed with his wrists tied together behind his back. A pair of her stockings provided us with the tools we needed to immobilise him and as he lay on the sheets we took turns riding his cock and fucking his face. His prone body was our plaything, and he was completely unable to fuck us at any time, any harder than we wanted. And we wanted to stay in control. I squatted over his face, feeling his tongue caress my pussy as Lora rocked her pelvis over his. She could grind her pubic bone against his as her piercing made contact with her clit, and when she climaxed around his dick, we swapped positions.

I couldn't tell you how long we were doing it or the number of times we swapped. I had his cock deep inside me or his tongue against my clit until I couldn't take it any more. My pussy felt so sensitive that the slightest movement or touch began to be too much, but if I stopped, my colleague would continue and watching her fuck Ted made me long to fuck some more. We had so many orgasms but the Irishman had none. He wanted us so badly that even when we were both resting, lying on either side of his naked body feeling his balls, he was trying to fuck thin air.

I wanted to get out of bed and fetch Alice. I thought it would make a nice way to round the evening off, but Lora relented and finally agreed to untie our captive. With his wrists bearing the red marks of his restraints, Ted wanked himself off and as his eyes rolled back and his body shook with desire he splattered our happy faces and tired bodies with wave after wave his thick sperm.