Matt burst into the church first. His hands just about managed to push the heavy oak door open before his body crashed into it. He stumbled a few feet further before putting his hands on his knees. He was soaked to the skin and he panted for much needed air.
They were in the process of having a leisurely stroll home from a few quiet drinks at the pub when the heavy drops of rain started to fall. The first they knew about it, was the white flash of lightning and the almost instantaneous thunder clap. Then it pissed down – hard.
The raindrops were the size of hands, or so it seemed.
They looked around for shelter. The nearby tree seemed like a good idea but they thought better of it under the circumstances. So they both ran; along the path, through the gate, and straight for the half opened door.
By the time Helen appeared, Matt had brushed off the rain from his hair and was looking down at his sodden trousers. He had walked halfway down the aisle and the place felt cold and damp like they always did. Only the sodium street light from outside lit one end of the church. He turned to find Helen looking at him from the entrance.
Matt’s mouth fell open. She looked gorgeous and virtually naked. Her flimsy dress clung to her whole body like it was sprayed on. It wasn’t so much that she was wet, dripping and cold. It was the fact that he couldn’t see any sign of a bra; made all the more obvious by her dark nipples poking and probing the fabric of her dress in order to get out. When his eyes dropped lower down, he saw her prominent dark pubes. Her pussy lips seemed to suck her dress into them.
Helen looked at him, panting while holding onto one of the pews for assistance.
“You’re wet through,” Matt commented.
Helen nodded. She leant against the pew and looked at Matt with her dreamy eyes.
“Grandma always told me I’d catch my death of cold if I stayed in wet clothes.”
“Did she,” Matt nodded before turning towards the altar; looking upwards at the ornate ceiling as he did so. Yellow light streaked through the stained glass windows.
By the time he turned around, Helen was naked. Her dress hung over the wooden bench as if hung out to dry. Her breasts were full, her nipples hard and her pussy was glistening.
It wasn’t the water, because it had her finger snaking along its length, prising open her lips and periodically inserting itself before being pulled back out.
Helen walked towards Matt and kissed him before inserting her finger between his lips. She looked at his trousers and his shirt, both clinging to his well-toned body. Steam was starting to rise from his shoulders. She let her hand glide across his stiffening cock.
“You’ll catch your death of cold,” she giggled.
Helen leant over the altar and spread her legs wide.
“Come on,” she told Matt, looking over her shoulder. “I need warming up.”
Matt started to unbutton his shirt but when Helen wiggled her bum for him he abandoned the task in favour of his trousers. They quickly fell to the floor after he pushed them past his wet and cold thighs.
Matt’s cock bounced free and he wobbled like a penguin as he approached Helen from behind. He grabbed his cock and slipped it down over her pussy, running it along her slippery lips before parting them with it.
“Yes – in there first,” she told him.
Matt pushed his cock into her depths before registering her words. His hands came over her hips and he settled into a gentle and easy fucking motion.
Helen moaned out loud and before long she started pushing her bottom back towards Matt’s advancing cock.
“Harder,” she commanded. “Fuck me harder.”
Matt upped the pace and before long he was slamming his cock into her. He scolded himself when his cock sprang free but realised it was more Helen’s doing than his lack of attention. She had twisted her body and let it slip out.
“In my ass. Fuck my ass,” her words pleaded with Matt as she presented her bottom to him by holding her cheeks apart waiting for him to impale her. Matt shook his head, perplexed as to how his cock was going to go in that tiny hole.
“Just push it in, quickly,” Helen panted with excitement.
Matt aimed his cock at her tiny sphincter and pushed. Pussy juice helped the penetration and before long, his cock was buried deep in her anus.
“Now fuck me just as hard.” Helen’s words demanded immediate action.
Once his cock was all the way inside, he started to withdraw before pushing it back in. Matt knew he wasn’t going to last long in her tight little hole. His cock fucked her; producing a stream of obscenities from Helen’s mouth which ended in an out-of-breath panting climax. Matt fucked her hard until he pulled out and spurted over back; reaching her hair and sprinkling her spine with white creamy fluid.
Matt held his cock tight in his hand as it pulsed and squirted over her.
“Is this the first time you’ve had it in here?” Matt said, looking at her anus.
“No,” Helen replied. She didn’t know whether he meant the church or her arse, either way, the answer was the same.
“Fuck, you’re covered,” Matt said.
“Yeah, story of my life. If it’s not one thing it’s another,” replied Helen, before they both started to laugh.
Breathing heavily, Helen turned around and leant her bum on the altar. She looked past Matt and into the eyes of the grey haired Verger who was standing rigid and motionless by the side of the open door.
Helen immediately pulled Matt towards her.
“Fuck me again, while we give my dress time to dry.”
