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.