Donna - part 8 (Dave lost virginity EXPLICIT)

[Cherie]

Dave sat in Donna’s kitchen on a high stool cupping the glass of chocolate milkshake.
“Just like a nerd to ask for glass of Nesquik after sex”, Donna thought to herself, “but he just looked so sweet and innocent and crucially no threat to any woman on the planet. Someone who could be moulded, controlled and fucked whenever she wanted.
Dave wondered if the replicator on Enterprise could make milkshake as good tasting as this.
His groin ached in a good way and he felt a sense of peace that finally that whole grizzly first intercourse chapter of life was done and dusted.
He still didn’t understand Donna and wondered why on earth, after their romp in the bedroom, she had insisted that they both wear black PVC raincoats. If the shiny thing was sexual, then why after sex did she still want it.
Maybe she didn’t trust him not to spill chocolate and wanted him wipe-clean.

Donna finished making the sandwiches and set two plates down on the counter top, “crisps”, she offered, holding up a bag of Walkers prawn cocktail.
“Don’t suppose you have ready salted do you?”, he replied.
Donna ignored him because it was a tad rude and she didn’t have any.
She sat her rounded bottom on the stool, delighting in the feeling of PVC on her bum and pussy and made sure she repositioned herself a couple of time to make the most of her PVC mac.
“Do you want to do this again?”, Donna asked in a matter of fact way.
“What? Sandwich and milkshake?”, Dave replied naively.
“No. Sex.”, she was revelling in his innocence and loved the way that he was so clueless.
“Er, yeah, it was really nice”, he had to ask, “but why are we sitting here in raincoats?”
Donna loved the idea of making him fuck in plastic with no clue that she might be turned on by it. In fact, the fact that he was still none the wiser about fetishes was making her turned on right now. She wondered how often she could make Dave fuck, and be fucked, in shiny PVC before he realised that Google could give him all the answers he needed, but for now she loved him being so innocent.
For a moment Donna wondered if this is what it was like for a man telling an innocent young girl that being strangled during sex was normal, or that it was supposed to hurt. She thought maybe she was being a bit like that, but then realised that wearing a bit of shiny vinyl during sex was hardly painful, and it wasn’t as if she was planning on dressing him up and making him go out in public. A bit of liquid leaked from her pussy at that thought, but she knew that the feelings of a nerd are easily hurt and would only do things he approved of, or things she thought he damn well ought to approve of!

Dave looked back to the kitchen counter, he was desperate to go back and clear the glasses and plates into the dishwasher and wipe down the table, but it seemed Donna had other ideas.
They were about to climb the stairs, or in Dave’s case, be dragged up, when the doorbell went.
Without a thought Donna opened it. The courier was greeted to the view of two people dressed in black PVC raincoats indoors on a dry day and wearing no socks or slippers. For a moment he wondered if they were engaged in some art project or maybe a weird drama class. Donna took the package cheerfully and closed the door before the driver could enquire about their outfits.
Something changed in Donna, she went from seeming desperate to get upstairs for sex to being very keen to open her parcel instead.

In the bedroom she unbuttoned her shiny mackintosh and let it drop to the floor standing fully naked. Dave liked that. She slid something out of the brown paper package which she had opened and checked briefly as they climbed the stairs.
She squealed with delight and carefully unfolded the first of several layers of coloured shiny material.
She slid her legs into the pink plastic panties, eager to get them on. Dave looked confused.
The feeling was lovely but nothing new given that she covered herself in shiny PVC as often as she could get away with, but there was something super sexy about the look as she stood in the long mirror inside the cupboard door.
She smoothed one hand over her plastic covered buttock and the other one over her rounded tummy and down to her pussy, “what do you think?”
Dave didn’t have time to answer, he was being pushed back on the bed with Donna over his face but this time she was facing the headboard and holding it with both hands, “make me come”, she demanded.
This was different. Before Donna was playing with his dick while he had his lips on her clit, both of which were super sexy. Now his manhood was being ignored and he had no direct access to Donna’s pussy, only the shiny and slippery plastic of her new underwear.
He did what he could with his mouth through the plastic crotch of her see through panties which, as it turned out, was all it took.
At times he struggled to breathe and to his surprise he found the effect he was having on Donna a big turn on and felt his dick hardening even though nothing was touching it except his slippery PVC mackintosh.

Donna shuddered and it was all she could do to stop herself crushing Dave’s head with her thick thighs. Suddenly she climaxed, turned on by the long-awaited plastic panty delivery and the feeling of them on her naked body.
She turned and slumped back on the bed, seeing the tent in her man’s PVC mac she pulled it aside to reveal his hard member. She bent over and took him in her mouth, working his shaft and playing her tongue around his helmet, all the time sliding her hands over his PVC covered body. It was the least she could do for him after making her come like that, and she was so pleased to see him aroused.

Dave’s groin properly ached now. For a moment he considered his membership of the Federation Club to be frivolous and childish. He told Donna but she said it was an honour to know someone who had risen to the rank of Commander and couldn’t wait for him to show him the new ship he would be captain of. He smiled, “do you have any plastic underwear for me to wear?”

[yellowgirl]

another hot stet of Donna,my wife just read this and put on her clear pvc panties and a strapon and used my pussy like a toy while I was wearing my red Mac

[rubbermackintosh]

Well that's a new one on me. Out of all the blokes that have screwed me over the years I've never had one who wanted a milkshake. Most have wanted a smoke before fucking me again. I've certainly never had Nesquik spilt on any of my macks or boots but over the years the quantity of cum and piss on them would amount to several gallons. I'm now pushing 60 but I'm still game for whatever cums my way, specially if I'm properly dressed for it and if someone wants to try a chocolate milkshake on my mack and lick it off that's okay provided that they fully satisfy me first.