“Fucking hell!” I whispered to him. “That thing feels fucking huge,christ almighty.”
“Come on then lets pop outside, you wont be disappointed I promise,” was his laughing response.
I dutifully followed him and we sidled down an alleyway not far from the pub car park.
My curiosity was now in full flow, and my sexual desire was increasing with each passing minute.
Once in the alleyway he really got to work on me.
His hands were all over me. Feeling my tits up through my dress, hands on my arse, rubbing the front of my dress around my cunt area.
“Don’t stop,” I pleaded with him. He didn’t need telling twice.
His hands began to fumble up my dress and I wantonly parted my legs to allow him better access.
I lent against the alley wall as he began to search inside the top of my tights and knickers. His hands struggled to get in, so I lustily told him to just rip my tights open.
“What?” he asked.
“Just fucking rip the gusset so you can get at me,” I told him.
“Fucking hell,” was his curt reply.
Within a couple of minutes my tan tights had been torn, the gusset easily ripped open.
“Now pull my knickers to one side and get a finger up me,” I instructed.
“With pleasure,” he said back to me.
I parted my legs further. Splaying them as wide as I could. My dress was inhibiting this a little bit, so I simply hoisted it up over my hips.
My thigh booted legs could now easily be spread to get my hunky lover good access to my dripping young cunny.
“Fuck!” he exclaimed as his fingers found my frothing wet cunt.
“Go on finger me off you sexy bastard,” I told him.
His fingers darted into my wet young quim quite easily, and he tried to build up a good rhythm.
My panties were proving a problem. After a few fumbles and slips out of me I was so fucking hot and wanton I needed to do something.
“Wait a moment,” I told him. “Get my fucking knickers off.”
He was obviously enjoying this. Our kisses resumed for a second, his tongue probing my hot wet mouth eagerly.
“You sexy bitch,” he told me. “I’ve heard you’re a right randy cow. its fucking true.”
This only served to spur me on even more.
I quickly ripped my tights further. Then with a good hard yank, I managed to tear my panties too.
I managed to rip the gusset of them at both sides. Leaving them almost like a crotchless pair. Now my cunt was free, free for his fingers then his cock to get to work on me.
“Go on Ritchie love,” I urged. “That will be easier for you.”.
He needed little encouragement. We again passionately kissed as his fingers found easy access to my now free to the night air pussy.
I moaned as his fingers roughly penetrated me and began to furiously plunge in and out of my tight, married cunt hole.
As we snogged and he frantically finger fucked me, I began to feel for his aching bulge.
His hardness strained against the material of his trousers. My feels and gropes making it twitch and grow with each squeeze.
“Fucking hell,” I filthily told him. “I’m gonna cum off.”
He increased his speed, our tongues meeting again in a passionate french kissing session. He expertly plundered my pussy, violently, roughly bringing me to the verge of a climax.