It was that hot summer of 1976. I'd known B for about six years, all the way through senior school. I knew she was a great kisser. She knew how to use her lips, and her tongue seemed to have a life of its own. I'd first discovered that a year or so ago in a teenage fumble while walking home one evening. Then, about a week before this story, we clicked.
B had great tits, soft and full with large sensitive nipples that I knew she loved to have sucked. She squirmed on my lap and guided my left hand to her welcoming breast. I slipped my other hand past her knee, along the soft skin of her thigh. I was expecting it to be pushed away. B let me carry on, further and further until I felt the wetness between her legs.
She broke off from the kiss and whispered, "R's room," then winked. I followed her, struggling to contain the painful erection in my jeans.
She stood with her back to the window. She was small and pretty, with a bob of blonde hair surrounding her round face. She looked at me through those sexy, pale blue eyes. B was pretty without being beautiful. She radiated attraction. I'd lusted after her for ages.
I closed the door and reached past her to pull the curtains across. She lifted the cotton sun dress slowly over her head revealing first the pale blue of her knickers with the tell-tale darker damp patch, and then her luscious, soft 36Cs.
"Great tits B" I said, this was my first full view of both in their glory. She guided my hands towards them and her dark nipples stiffened to my touch as I circled them with my fingers.
"Your turn," she whispered, reaching for my jeans. The button was undone in a second, and they fell to my ankles as soon as she lowered the zip. I stepped from them and raised my polo shirt over my head. I held her close, her lips met mine again, her tits pressed against my chest sending what feel like pure electricity through my skin.
I guided her towards the bed, and she fell backwards, parting her legs as she did so. She raised herself and removed her knickers, revealing a dark brown bush and the first glimpse of her welcoming pink lips.
I lowered my boxers and my cock broke free, large, and proud. "Hello, he's nice, please leave him bareback, it'll be fine," she said, reaching forward to caress my balls. I moved forward and lowered myself between her legs, easing them further apart as my right hand sought her tight, wet hole.
She bucked her hips towards me and ground herself against my hand as I slipped two fingers between her welcoming lips. I leaned towards her and took her right nipple into my mouth, teasing it gently with my teeth. B gasped as I started to work my fingers inside her, slowly increasing the pressure. As I moved my mouth to her left tit she started to pant excitedly, then thrust upwards and sluiced my hand with her juices.
We kissed as I moved upwards into place, feeling her soft warm thighs as she wrapped her legs around me. I slid slowly into her tight, wet, welcoming pussy. She pressed towards me, encouraging me deeper. She was tight, like a glove that was one size too small, but her flesh yielded willingly. I paused, withdraw slightly then drove slowly into her again, thrusting deeper. She writhed as I eased myself deeper into her with each foray. Finally, I was balls-deep in her, feeling them slap against her as I probed her depths, driving into her cervix with each stroke.
