Although he now lived
in Shallowfield Pete Bailey was born and bred in Abbottsford and the third
Saturday in May was a red letter day for him as his beloved Abbottsford Town
“the Knights” were playing Chelsea in the FA Cup final.
Unfortunately he was
unable to get a ticket and as he thought he might be reduced to tears by the
occasion he elected not to watch it in the The Foresters with his mates, choosing instead
to watch it at home on his own, he had even ditched his girlfriend Hannah for the
day and depending on the result they would either celebrate or commiserate at
the pub afterwards.
As he sat in the Black
and White quartered shirt of Abbottsford Town watching the preamble he did
indeed shed a tear.
It was as the echoes
of “abide with me” began to fade that the knock at the door came.
He opened the door and
was greeted by his very eager and affectionate girlfriend Hannah who, the
instant the front door was closed launched herself at him.
He managed to fend her
off long enough to ask her
“What are you doing
here? We’re not supposed to be meeting up until later, “after” the cup final”
“I’m horny” she
replied and put his hand on her unfettered tit
“You’re always horny”
he pointed out “You’re nickname is horny Hannah”
“But its Cup Final Day”
he said letting go of her breast
“And I’m horny” she
reiterated
“Cup Final” he shouted
“Horny” she shouted
back and wriggled out of her dress
He was positioned on
the sofa behind her in such a way that he could fiddle with her exceptionally
wet fanny with one hand and play with her tit with the other and still be able
to watch the Football.
He managed to keep her
bubbling away just under boiling point, simmering her gently, until the half
time whistle blew when he brought her quickly and noisily to the boil before he
speared her over the coffee table.
He was thankful for
the raw unrestrained sex as it took his mind off the events on the pitch where
Chelsea had Town on the back foot for the whole of the first half but were
shockingly unable to score.
But when the second
period kicked off he needed to concentrate and try to ignore his horny
girlfriend
“What happens if
Chelsea win?” she asked as she sat fingering herself in the armchair in front
of him trying to distract him from the screen.
“It doesn’t really
matter does it? It’s only a game”
“It’s only a game?” he
asked with contempt
“Yes” she said
“Well let me give you
a reason to care who wins” he said
“If Chelsea win Horny
Hannah doesn’t get another shag today”
“Come on the Knights”
she shouted
Time was running out
and although Chelsea completely out played the Knights it was still goalless
and as the match entered stoppage time it looked for all the world that the
match would go to extra time.
Then midfielder Del
Blackmore started to put in a run on goal straight down the middle and twenty
five yards out he let fly with his left foot.
Everyone in Black and
White in the Wembley crowd were on their feet, Pete was on his feet and Hannah
stopped fingering her fanny as Tim Dalton, the Chelsea keeper, leapt to his
right at full stretch and was left clutching thin air as the ball hit the back
of the net.
Pete went absolutely
crazy and was jumping up and down and there was an explosion of noise from the
Wembley stands which all but drowned out the referee’s whistle Abbottsford Town
had won the FA cup.
Hannah was staring at
the TV with a confused look on her face
“Does that mean I get
a shag now?” she asked but Pete was already kneeling in front of her armchair
with his engorged cock in his hand
“Oh goody” she cheered
“Up the Knights”
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