In the Wild West of Ireland

I'd been a bartender at my uncle's Salthill hotel since I left school, and by the time I was 25 I'd worked my way up to manager. I'd seen the boom times, when people came in ordering rounds of Guinness for the whole bar during race week, flashing their cash for a quick fumble in the toilets with some drunk woman caked in fake tan. Now, the economy was in the toilet, except it wasn't like back in the old days because people had got a taste of money and its loss left their mouths dry. The West of Ireland was back to drinking away their sorrows, but so long as they did it in my pub I wasn't too worried.

For the past couple of years a group of school girls had been coming in regularly to share a basket of chips after classes. I always had an easy smile for them in the quiet afternoons and promptly brought them a pitcher of squash. They were always giggly and flirty with me and it was all in good fun.

From the start I noticed one girl in particular - her name was Sinead. She was the tallest, and she was slim. Her uniform's skirt showed off her long, pale legs that still had girlish knobby knees. Her white shirt tightened over her chest suggesting a recent swelling. She had strawberry blonde hair, and a mouth that was like a drop of raspberry jam in cream and oh how I longed to hold her face in my hands and devour that splendid mouth. She was the only one whose gaze made me uneasy - her clear, sea green eyes seemed to know what I was thinking - and I was thinking some pretty inappropriate things about her considering she was probably still under age, and I was much too old for her anyway.

Being a bar manager during a recession certainly has its perks. Women, beautiful women, realised that for the low price of shagging a good looking man, they could get a good run of free drinks. I am unashamed of having taken full advantage of the situation - although I couldn't help but notice that lately, my preference seemed to be skewed to tall, slim red haired women. And as I would fuck them, I was imagining I was fucking Sinead.

I would suck on their tits thinking about what Sinead's tits looked like, and when I reached into their panties for that first touch of their juicy pussies I was wondering if Sinead had much hair there. I'd suck and lick their cunts dreaming of tasting Sinead's. I'd guide their heads to my cock wondering if Sinead had ever sucked someone off.

Finally I'd hold them down, using all my strength against them as I fucked them, entering them hard and fast and almost violent with passion.

I did assume Sinead was a virgin. I dreamt about being her first, and her blood on my cock. And I would cum, pounding, screaming and grunting like an animal into the women who weren't Sinead.

I told myself it was ok to fantasize about her because that wasn't breaking any law.

Towards the end of April, the girls came in and I went over with their squash and a basket of chips as per usual, but Sinead wasn't there. As casually as I could, I asked the girls, "Did ye lose one along the way? Seems there's usually more giggling." and flashed them my best flirty smile.

The girls giggled and said, "We'll tell Sinead you were asking for her, Robbie." Another giggled, "Yeah, we'll tell her you wanted her!" and they all erupted into peals of high pitched laughter.

Once they finished, eyes sparkling, cheeks flushed and teenage girl chests heaving, a third girl said, "She's giving grinds in Honours Irish for the Leaving seen as she's from Connemara"

"Ah right" I said, "So ye are all doing the Leaving this year is it?"

"Ya, then it's on to better and bigger things in University"

"Maybe for you Maura, when you finally lose tiny pricked Colm!"

"A feck ya -" and I walked away, in a bit of a fog.

If Sinead was doing the Leaving Cert, she was surely legal. This was... I didn't know what this was. She was still too young for me.

The rest of the girls stopped coming in a few weeks later, presumably to study for their exams. I knew I'd see them all when the exams were over.

I anticipated it like a dog waiting for dinner.

Sure enough at the end of exams there they were in the pub, hair and makeup done, tight young breasts pushed high in dresses that left very little to the imagination. In fairness, I wasn't the only man thinking bad thoughts that evening.

"Can I get you lovely ladies a round on the house?" I asked them, while looking directly at Sinead.

"Sure Robbie, you can get us as many rounds as you like!" said one of the other girls and they all giggled - obviously having drank at least something prior to arrival.

"Alright then girls - eight shots of sambuca coming right up - but I have to see ID first."

I confirmed everyone was 18 before serving them drinks.

There was a live band and the girls danced with each other, only stopping to drink some more.

Towards 11, they were all well drunk. Sinead came up to the bar and leaned over it to talk over the music and noise, and I couldn't help but stare at the small white mounds pushed even higher by her leaning position. My cock had been semi hard all night, and it twitched now, almost causing me to let a small groan escape.

"Robbie! Hi! You're so nice Robbie. You're a nice bloke."

"Hi Sinead - do you want another drink?"

"Yeah... but I think I need some air first. I feel a bit lightheaded.

Robbie will you come with me? I've had so much to drink."

Oh Sweet Jesus on the Cross.

"Robbie?"

"Yeah love, I'll go outside with you."

I walked to the end of the bar and went out to the front, put my hand at the small of her back (touching her for the first time was like electricity in my fingers) and held the elbow on my side to guide her.

She did seem rather tipsy alright, and some air would do her good, I reasoned with myself.

Which doesn't explain why I brought her to the deserted loading bay out back where the kegs of beer were stored instead of the beer garden that was packed with the smokers.

There was a picnic table where the kitchen and bar staff would have their breaks when the weather was fine and we sat down on the bench with our backs to the table. Sinead breathed the cool night air deeply as if she were drinking it. Her breasts rose with every breath. The skin, even whiter in the outdoor light, got goose pimples. I shifted in my seat, attempting to casually readjust my semi stiff cock.

"How do you think you did on your exams?"

"I don't know - I think I did well but I don't know if it will be enough. Our teachers are saying the points are going up this year for

most courses."

"Loads of people out of work going back to college I guess"

"Yeah, that's what they were saying."

We sat in silence for a while, and the light went out.

"What happened Robbie? Why'd the light go out?"

"It's on a motion sensor." I whispered, "If I stand up again it'll come back on." but I didn't.

Neither did she.

"It's nicer in the dark, actually."

Mother Mary give me Strength.

"How much would we have to move to set it off again?" she asked, breathily.

I paused before answering, "I don't know. I've never really tested it."

She moved her hand up from beside her to touch my upper arm, and put her hand around it, feeling the muscle. I stayed as still as a stone, not wanting to be the one to set the light off.

"Are you flexing your arm for me Robbie?" she laughed softly.

"I guess unintentionally" I said, relaxing a bit.

"It's still quite hard..." she said quietly.

Oh Holy God if only she knew what else was hard.

She slowly moved her long, long leg, pale in the moonlight, up and over the picnic bench so that she was stradling it, and moved closer to my side. I shifted so that I was facing her a bit more. She continued her slow, tortuous, mostly blind exploration.

Both hands were now involved. She moved them down my arms to my elbows, and then in, feeling my waist. She ran them up my chest where my heart pounded, and to my shoulders, and finally to my neck.

She pulled me to lean into her.

The lights came back on. I'd moved too fast. Inches away from her face, I looked into those huge, haunting eyes.

Then I saw her mouth again. The drop of moist raspberry jam. I lost all restraint, grabbed her by the back of her head and her waist and pulled her into me, kissing her with urgency. She kissed me back and granted my tongue entry, and I pulled her head back with her hair as I pulled her body closer. I sucked hard on the side of her neck and she whimpered.

My hands were roaming now like a pack of wolves. The one around her back moved down and lifted her dress up and squeezed one of her ass cheeks through what felt like very skimpy panties. The other mauled her breasts through her dress.

I continued my assault on her mouth and started to move her backwards onto the bench so I could get on top, moving the hand on her ass to the waistband at the side to start pulling down her panties, but she squirmed away breathing, "Robbie please... please stop. Stop!"

I stopped immediately, if reluctantly. Oh how I'd hoped... the way I'd seen it unfolding I was mere seconds away from fucking the girl of my obsession.

"Robbie, I'm sorry. It's only just that... I'm... a virgin." she said in such a low voice that if I hadn't known what she was going to say, I might not have understood it at all.

"I don't want to lose it on a picnic table."

"We could go up to a room."

She paused. I was sure she'd say no.

"OK" she said, in the smallest of voices.

I took her by the hand, and led her back through the pub and to the empty front desk. I went behind it and after a quick look at the book,

chose a key. We headed to the lifts and I pressed the button to go up.

When the lift arrived and opened its doors I once again put my hand at the small of her back and we moved into it. I put my arms around her and pushed her up against the wall of the lift - looking over briefly to hit the button for the correct floor. As the doors closed, I kissed her

again, pushing my tongue into her, and pressed my pelvis against her stomach, her softness relenting against my hardness.

I was going to demolish her.

The lift arrived and I once again held her hand and guided her towards our room, opening the door and leading her in, closing the door behind us and flipping on the lights. When we got to the bed I spun her around to face me and toppled her onto her back. Her red hair fanned out around her face, and she looked at me both in fear and with desire.

I moved down next to her and put my leg over, moving my knee between hers forcing her thighs apart. I moved to kiss her again, this time forcing myself to be a bit gentler, tempering my hunger for her mouth.

I moved more of my weight onto her; I wanted her to feel my power over her. She started to move ever so slightly against the hard lump in my trousers.

Why, the little minx.

I smiled as I kissed and sucked on her neck and her collarbone and she let out small sharp whimpers interspersed with my name. I was going to fuck her and she wouldn't ever forget it. I kicked off my shoes and removed my socks with my feet and then used my feet to kick her dressy heels off her.

I moved my hand under her skirt like I had earlier and this time she didn't stop me. I fondled her prominent hip bone and the delicate material of her panties and instantly needed to know what colour they were. I pulled the skirt up - dark purple, sheer and lacy. It set her pale creamy skin off beautifully.

I rubbed her mound through the wet material - growling into her mouth at the knowledge that she was turned on while I ground my fingers into her cunt - and she cried out "Oh God Oh God Oh God" and shuddered for a few seconds, her legs spasming. I wondered if it was possible for her to have had an orgasm after I barely touched her.

I moved my hand up and into the panties - she was so thin that there was a gap between the waistband and her body created by her hip bones. I felt that she had sparse, soft curls, and moved my fingertips down to her delicious slickness.

Back out that hand came and I moved myself down so that my head was hovering above her cunt, and I pulled her panties down with both hands from the sides, watching eagerly.

The sparse, soft blonde curls were so beautiful. I got the panties down to her ankles and took them off her completely, flinging them away. She

spread her legs slightly for me, an invitation.

Pink.

Rose pink - the lightest blush of pink that I had ever seen in a pussy. It was like a round white coin purse, slightly open and lined with the palest of delicate pink satins. I stared at its absolute perfection.

I licked my lips. I moved in and took in her gorgeous smell and kissed her blonde curls. I used the very tips of my fingers to part the inner lips ever so slightly, and moved my tongue softly, softly in and up.

She tasted like a fruit sorbet and I thought I could eat this forever.

She moaned as I nuzzled and ate her sex.

Her clit was standing to attention now and I pushed my tongue flat against it, rubbing it with its big fat softness. She squirmed and moaned appreciatively, moving her legs farther apart, wanting more. I took that fuchsia nub into my mouth and sucked it softly at first, then more urgently as her face flushed and her head thrashed. Juices, sweet and mild, ran out of her and covered my chin as I licked and sucked and all but tried to swallow her beautiful cunt.

She started to cry out and hump the air and I held her down while I increased my assault on her clit. I thought about putting a couple of fingers inside her but decided against it.

She yelled and her body convulsed and she tried to push my head away with her hands as she screamed my name, face and chest red and legs

flopping around. Her breasts bounced beautifully inside her dress with her movements and I moaned into her pussy at the sight of them. I had to see her naked.

When she'd calmed down and I'd given her a few slow licks on her wetness, I moved my hands back up her body and around her back, undoing her zip and pulling the dress off her. Her bra was a matching set with the panties I'd discarded earlier, and I pushed the cups down, taking in the sight of the breasts I'd dreamed of seeing.

The nipples were quite large and erect, and the areolas were still puffy as young girls' are when their breasts are still developing. I greedily took a nipple into my mouth and sucked it while I mauled the other breast, squeezing it and pinching the nipple. She made little mewling sounds, like a little ginger kitten.

She reached to me and started to undo my shirt, stroking my chest lightly as she moved down the buttons. She pulled it out of my trousers and I got up slightly to take it off me, taking a break to take a good look at her. I moved my hands back to her back and undid her bra as she grabbed my belt.

I looked at her as she undid the buckle and went for the button, then the zip. She reached inside tentatively and felt the bulge with barely any pressure in a curious but insecure way. Her touch, at long last, even so light and through the material of my boxer briefs, nearly made me cum, but I managed to hold on.

I stood up and took my trousers off. She stared at the huge lump.

"Kneel on the bed." I said, my voice growly. "On the edge." She did so.

I stepped out of my boxers and my cock sprang up, sticking straight out, its head an angrier, darker purple than I'd ever seen it.

She stared at it, frozen.

"You can touch it. It doesn't bite"

She reached out a hand and lightly ran her fingertips across the top.

"It's not made of glass. Grab it."

She wrapped her hand around it, her pale hands contrasting against its deep, blood engorged colour. I grunted.

"Suck it, Sinead. Suck my cock."

With an unsure look at my face, she put her lips up to the head and kissed it, and then tentatively put the head into her mouth, sucking softly.

"Oh yeah baby. Suck me harder!" pushing myself a little more into her mouth and back out again.

She got into a rhythm quickly, sucking on my cock as she pulled it out of her mouth and taking me back in again. She wasn't getting much more than the head into her but I was in heaven. And we were going to have to stop if I wanted to fuck her.

"That's a good girl." and I pulled her off me with my hands entwined in the hair at the back of her head.

"Was that ok?" she asked me. "Why are we stopping?"

"It was absolutely wonderful love. I needed to stop because I don't want to cum just yet and you were going to make me."

"Oh!" she smiled.

I lay her back down on the bed, running my hand up her body from her hip and caressing her breast. My cock between us strained towards her and she once again put her hand around it, rubbing it slowly. I groaned.

"Sinead, I'm going to fuck you now. Are you ready?"

"I think so" she said softly, looking into my eyes.

I moved into a kneeling position between her legs. She moved back a bit, sitting up and put a hand on my lower abdomen - "Wait Robbie. Please be gentle. It's my first time."

"I'll try sweetheart. Sometimes it's better to just do it quickly the first time I go inside. We'll see - play it by ear."

"OK" she said, lying back down.

I propped myself up on my left arm and holding my cock in my right hand guided it towards that beautiful pale pink cunt of hers. I rubbed the head in her slick juices to help get it inside and used a couple of fingertips to spread her lips gently and put the head gently inside them. This was it and I could hardly believe it. She trembled beneath me, knowing she was at my mercy.

"OK Sinead. I'm going to pop your cherry now. I can either go slow or I can go fast and we'll get it out of the way. Like ripping off a plaster." I was biased you see. I wanted to tear this innocent young thing apart.

She waited the smallest of moments before saying, "Go fast, Robbie - AAAHH!" I lunged inside her like a greyhound at the track, our pubic bones crashing into each other at the finish line.

Tears welled up in her eyes and streamed down her face.

"Oh my God it hurts Robbie. Oh it hurts. Take it out take it out!!"

"Trust me Sinead just wait a moment."

How can I describe her glorious pussy? It was hot, wet and velvet all at once and as she attempted to expell my intruding cock she crushed and squeezed my cock until it almost hurt. She continued to cry softly as I waited for her to calm down and I wiped away her tears with my fingers, "shhhh shhh Sinead... it will be alright. It will start to feel good in a wee moment."

"It already feels good but God it hurts so much!"

After a few more minutes, I started to move back out of her, this time slowly. She took a sharp inward breath in pain.

I moved back in, again slower than the first time. She continued to whimper in pain but wasn't protesting anymore. Her cunt squeezed my

cock and I had to concentrate in order to not explode right then.

We got into a slow, tortuous (for both of us but for different reasons) rhythm. I moved in and out of her with full long strokes going as slowly as I could, grinding my pelvis into hers to stimulate her clit when I was balls deep.

Eventually she started to let out tiny, adorable grunts. She was beginning to enjoy being fucked. Soon, she was meeting me halfway in our rhythm, fucking me back, and letting out little moans of pleasure.

I kept going slowly despite wanting to hold her down and pound into her, but it was Sinead who had other ideas.

"Faster Robbie. Fuck me faster!"

I needed no further invitation.

I grabbed her ankles and pushed them up and over her head. I held them there, and started fucking her like a man possessed. My balls, tight with cum, smacked into her ass with each thrust. Sinead screamed with every thrust and I grunted.

"Oh Yes Sinead. Take it. Take my cock! Every. Fucking. Inch!"