Chapter 9

The slender body of the undercover American spy called strangely; “Danny” moved lithely down the hallway to the shared bathroom at the end of the corridor. She was only wearing her sports bra and a skimpy thong that did little to hide her feminine assets.

One of the younger sisters of the Murphy clan was sidling out of the bathroom with an early morning frown on her face that announced she was under a fog of stress. It was difficult to decipher her appearance as menstrual discomfort, a rough landing from the night before, or just her ordinary look at that time in the morning.

Regardless, Danny forced a smile on her mug and mouthed the customary words of greeting, “Good morning, dear, it is supposed to be a good day today, no rain on the forecast.”

All she received in return was a half-swallowed grunt and a cursory wave of a nicely manicured hand as the young girl plodded down the hallway to her own room.

She entered the tiny bathroom and quickly squatted down on the bowl for satisfying wee and peeked at her private parts to see if the Protestant Patrick had done any damage to her feminine parts.

Danny gave a sigh of relief that there was no noticeable damage.

The young man had been quite forceful in his taking of her pleasures and she was certain he left some marks on her backside, but she could not check back there because the mirror was too small for a proper investigation of her anal regions.

She could check her boobs and saw the tooth indentations on her sensitive nipples and remembered the pain and pleasure he had inflicted on her twin peaks of pleasure. She decided to keep the sports bra on for the remainder of the day because the last thing she wanted today was any rubbing on her breasts which both needed a day off to recover. She cleaned her mouth with the traveling toothbrush and toothpaste and washed inside with her mouthwash to make sure there were no hidden clumps of male semen hiding in some corner. Her male companion had been stridently demanding of stuffing his business down her throat at every opportunity and in all honesty, his oversized length was unusually appealing to her “dirty side” of such matters, and she did all she could to satisfy his needs.

The water was not really hot and she used the towel to tend her body hot spots for odor emission and did her best not to agitate her labia or clitoris with her rubbing at the same time.

A light knock on the door prompted her to yell out, “Just a minute, occupied!”

Patrick Jr.s sexy voice replied with some urgency.

“So sorry, Miss, I need to piss and promise not to peek at you if you are not dressed fully.”

It was enough to melt her resolve and she unlocked the door for the younger Patrick to swiftly move to the bowl and empty his bladder into the white interior with his youthful supply of male urine that was closer to a horse rather than a human. She broke her own rules and stared at his flopping dick that was waving about like a garden hose looking for flowers to sprinkle with its wetness.

Patrick Jr. smiled at her noticing her attraction to his oversized cock and she was certain that she blushed like a silly schoolgirl being caught in the act.

“You American girls are quite the thing. No proper Catholic Irish girl would be glancing at a man’s dick in that way.”

She covered her breasts with one arm as she saw him focusing on her hidden nipples in their battered state. “Young man, I must remind you I was here first, and I only let you in because I pitied your need to pee.”

Then, she saw the great thing start to grow right in front of her eyes and she knew her lack of clothing was triggering his youthful juices.

Feeling in am impish mood, probably inspired by the sight of his youthful, full-bodied tool, Danny bent over the sink knowing that her ripe posterior flanks would be shown in their best angle hopefully causing the young man to be more impulsive than normal on this otherwise dreary day.

She replaced the toothbrush in the holder and applied the warm towelette to her face to cover her expression because young Patrick’s donkey dong was pressing into the gap between her ass cheeks at that very moment.

“Come on, you American bitch, open up for Daddy.”

That brought a grin to her bland face in its natural state because she hadn’t had time to do any make-up yet. Still, her eyes sparkled with the lust hidden deep in her core and she reached back to pull her cheeks apart to allow the young boy entrance to whichever opening he preferred at the moment.

She moaned doing her level best to muffle her noise level because she didn’t want any other family members drawing lurid pictures in their dirty minds about what was transpiring behind the locked bathroom door.

The enthusiastic youngster banged her bottom with vast amounts of immature enthusiasm causing her to fall into a struggle to suck enough oxygen into her lungs without making a lot of noise.

She knew he was already halfway up inside her Hershey Highway from the stuffed feeling she had inside her defenseless sphincter. Danny placed both hands on the nickel faucets and hung on for dear life because she felt her fast approaching orgasm and she didn’t want to do anything to kill it before it was born.

Patrick reached out with his rough hands and twisted her hair pulling it up and back so he could see the lust in her eyes just before he flooded her rectum with his growing boy sperm deep inside her core.

Danny smiled at their reflection in the mirror and in a low voice, she spoke to Patrick with her sexiest voice possible, “Thank you, young master, I hope my ass met your expectations.”

Patrick laughed and spanked both of her cheeks gripping them in his clutches and responded, “Thank you for the ride, darling, you are better than my Auntie Rosie with her big bum bouncing like pudding when I mount her on the holidays.”

She hadn’t met Aunt Rose as yet, but she could easily picture the plump middle aged woman savoring her nephew’s agile cock in the middle of family festivities in some secluded place where they could experience their mutual lust in private.