Gareth McCallion got out of bed with a bit of a semi on, thanks in part to a very vivid dream about a girl called Scarlet who he had shagged on a leather chair in her father’s study when he was seventeen, but he also had a date with Donna Price that night and he was on a promise.
He had a shower and a shave before leaving to meet
Donna at the Church Hall and he was still horny.
When he found her, she was wearing a baggy Christmas
sweater which disguised her shape well, but he knew where all the lumps and
bumps were, even though he’d not yet made meaningful contact with them with his
hands and similarly the leggings showed her lower curves off deliciously well.
“There you are” she said, “I was beginning to think
you weren’t coming”.
“I wouldn’t miss tonight for the world” he said.
“I’m glad you’re here” she said and kissed his cheek “I
have a promise to keep”.
“I’m glad you remembered” he said, “I’ve thought of
little else”.
“Oh, I remember, and I’ve thought of nothing else” she
said and kissed his mouth “We’ll go back to my cottage after the party, and you
can fuck my brains out”.
Donna smiled and kissed him, and he immediately
responded to it by slipping his tongue between her slightly parted lips, and
Donna warmed to this action and responded in kind for a full minute before
stopping abruptly.
“That’s quite enough of that” she said sharply.
“But you were enjoying it too” he pointed out.
“That’s not the point” she said, “I said later, we’ve
waited for this night, so another couple of hours won’t hurt”.
“We could do it sooner and later” he said nibbling her
ear.
“Behave yourself” she snapped “some of these
youngsters are my Sunday School Pupils, and the vicars just over there”.
“They won’t see anything” he said, “It’s quite dimly lit”.
“I don’t know about that” Donna said doubtfully.
“It’s even darker over here” Gareth said and
manoeuvred her into a dark corner behind a curtain and sliding his right hand
to her plump buttock before migrating around and settling on her inner thigh
before trekking north, but she clamped her thighs together.
His mouth was still on her ear, and she was mumbling
half-hearted protests, then she released her grip on his hand for a split
second and his hand passed her upper thigh, but she clamped shut again.
A minute later she released her grip again, briefly,
and his hand had reached its goal.
She opened her thighs once more as his finger found
the moist patch of fabric.
Gareth paused his nibbling and saw that Donna was
biting her lip as his digit had found her sweet spot and the moist patch on her
leggings, and by extension her underwear as well, was growing by the second.
Donna continued to bite her lip and Gareth carried on
stroking and creaming her leggings when all of a sudden, she pushed his hand
away.
“You bastard” she said and kissed him hotly and wetly.
“I can’t wait, now I’ve got to have you right now”.
The question was where? He hadn’t thought that far
ahead, and she had no contingency as she planned to have him back at her
cottage which was at the other end of the village and his house was in the next
village.
Fortunately, apart from being a Sunday School Teacher
she was also a secretary at the Church,
so she had access to the key cupboard, and let them into the scout hut that
stood behind the Church Hall.
In the middle of the floor was a pile of tents which
had been used for the Christmas Bazaar but had not yet been stowed away.
So, Gareth sat her tidy little arse on the pile of
tents and resumed his earlier fingering while Donna unzipped his fly and
liberated his cock, and as he was stroking her creamy pussy through her clothes
her busy little fingers roughly tugged on his shaft.
But after a minute or two of this frenetic fondling
Donna let go and rolled over onto her front, which left him to conclude that
she wanted him to take her from behind and she wanted it there and then.
Donna confirmed his suspicions when she pulled her
sweater clear of her arse.
He quickly got his fingers inside the waistband of her
leggings and pulled them off her buttocks and slowly returned for her knickers.
“I can’t wait Gareth” she pleaded “yank them off and do
me now”.
So, he slipped his fingers inside the waist of her wet
knickers and yanked the lacy panties off her cheeks and down her thighs and
exposed her moist cunny before he grasped her hips and thrust his stiff shaft
between her eager sticky lips.
Donna turned her head and gave him a smile and rose up
onto her elbows and was emitting low rasping moans in response to his
penetrations for the duration of the dirty primal coupling until she went rigid
before him and screamed before she collapsed forward, totally, and literally
shagged.
“You’re still coming back to the cottage tonight” she panted.
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