Danny Doyle Is a Girl
Copyright© 2022 by Second Edition Harry Lime
Chapter 10
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 10 - Danny Doyle had her roots in Ireland. She was a student of Irish Heritage and learned the Gaelic language at any early age. Her foster parents in America were staunch Irish Catholics. Her biological mom was a Northern Irish Unionist and she was conflicted in her personal beliefs. Growing up in a Catholic family, she felt sexually repressed and was easily recruited into a secretive DIA program for undercover overseas assignments. She was chosen for Northern Ireland because of her language skills
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Incest Brother Sister Aunt Nephew Spanking Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie First Masturbation Oral Sex Hairy Nudism Politics Violence
Danny was called to the hallway phone by Mrs. Murphy who yelled out her name from the foot of the stairs.
She ran down the stairs despite the fact that she couldn’t find her shorts and only had her thong on her bottom half.
She was surprised that it was her contact at the embassy on the other end of the line and he spoke in cryptic phrases that left her fumbling for a proper response. Finally, she agreed to meet him at the Marine bar in the annex building next to the consulate for drinks at six PM. Obviously, he had important information to pass to her and the quickest way was in the format of a date with a pretty American girl who had recently visited him at his official place of business. It was good for his cover and essential to hers that they create a façade of a romantic interest rather than expose her undercover assignment.
“I will be there to give you a pass to go into the Marine House. It is for the Marines, the embassy staff and invited guests. A word of warning, don’t drink too much because those Marines are a rowdy bunch, and they will take advantage of any sign of weakness on pretty females like yourself.”
Danny began to fondle her sensitive nipple when he spoke of her being pretty because she had a yen for the CIA operative despite his stuck up attitude. She was always a sucker for compliments no matter how backhanded.
“I promise to be on my best behavior, unless you want me to be bad.”
Waiting for a response, she smiled into the mirror sticking out her tongue to show her disrespect for his irritating primness. At the same time, she speculated on being underneath his long, lean body being pounded by his ardent dick.
“Well, looking forward to seeing you. We can eat there as well as they have home-cooked menu for anyone that is interested.”
She saw Patrick Jr. eyeing her mostly exposed bottom from the kitchen table and rolled her hip to give him a thrill.
She hung up the receiver and made her way to the steep staircase with him trailing behind only inches from her twisting buttocks.
“Oh, my God, Patrick, don’t touch my ass like that. What if your ma sees you groping me right out in the open. There will be hell to pay.
The smirking boy continued to maul her haunches, and, in all honesty, she had to confess that it sent lovely tingles up deep into her heated snatch where the flames of passion were producing dripping trails of feminine juices with accelerating distress.
The naughty boy followed her into her bedroom pushing her face down over the edge of the still unmade bed and entered her from the rear in her favorite “doggy” position that never failed to bring her to a swift orgasm and crazy waves of release that soothed her overactive libido.
“Oh, lovely, dear Patrick, right there. You know what I like, you bad boy.”
Silently, behind their twisting, humping bodies, the bedroom door opened gingerly, and the eldest daughter Moira entered wearing only her night shirt with no panties beneath and her tits were bouncing freely with each padded step.
She had been exiting the bathroom when she saw her randy brother following the newly arrived American exchange student into her bedroom.
Moira was a well-versed cheater of the worst sort, and she had many adventures with married men in the neighborhood sharing her ravenous pussy with them on the sly.
Her cunt was agitated and leaking big time when she wordlessly watched her younger brother give it to the American bitch from behind like the dogs in the alley on a cold winter night.
She drank in the sounds of their lust-making like the slut she was at heart and let the moans and groans and the downright animal-like grunts when the passionate young lad bottomed out inside the exchange student’s appealing pussy.
It was Danny who saw her first and she gasped in shame at being caught putting out to the boy in such a disgusting manner. She liked Moira and regretted her loss of proper respect at her disgraceful behavior.
Then she saw the voluptuous young female frigging her love button furiously even as her brother pounded Danny’s defenseless bottom. The impact of the girl’s fabulous hairy bush out in the open washed over Danny’s hungry libido and she lost her sense of shame and her urge to copulate in a three-way cleaving swept over her like a tsunami of sensuousness that could not be denied.
It was at that moment when the young boy spurted his early morning wood creamy load inside Danny’s welcoming interior that Moira reached out with her greedy hand and fondled the both of them at the juncture of their impalement and got her brother’ creamy residue all over her hand.
Patrick looked at his sister with an air of embarrassment at being caught in flagrant display of shocking use of the new female guest in their home. At the same time, he was happy that his older sister Moira was watching him hump the American girl because she had been up to that point completely resistant to his amorous advances despite the shame of initiating an incestuous relationship. He knew his older sister was a bit of a slut with a reputation for sucking any dick with a polite request to “open your mouth”. He had masturbated on her dirty undies several times doing his best to not be caught in such a compromising situation. Once, he had even put some of his cum on her toothbrush watching her brush her teeth with his spoor all over her lips. Thankfully, she had never suspected a single instant of his perverted obsession with her mouth.
“What the fuck are you two dirty things doing here right on the guest room bed? Did you have your nasty dick in Miss Perfect’s dirty backside, you pervert?”
Patrick felt it necessary to defend his unforgiveable actions and responded with some degree of sincerity, “It was not like that at all, sis, I was just having a bit of fun in Miss Doyle’s pretty pussy, and we probably went too far and that’s a fact.”
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