We'd fucked twice at the party, but I was still horny as hell when we left to walk home. It was still hot, that year it felt like we'd never be cool again. My knickers were consigned to my handbag, and my thighs were getting more and more sticky with our juices as we walked. My nipples were so hard they ached.

We reached the church, normally we'd have walked the long way home. No one ever went through the graveyard and across the field in the dark. He opened the lychgate and we walked through. As we walked down the path towards the church, he slid his hand up inside my dress and squeezed my arse, slipping a finger between my legs as he did so.

"Thought not," he said giving me a playful slap. He then began teasing by easing one, then two fingers into my soaking wet pussy. He thumbed my arse gently. I'd never been touched there before but, frankly, he could do what the hell he liked.

I was on fire by the time we reached the porch, barely ten paces away. I bent over and placed my hands on the cold stone bench. He lifted my dress, and I felt the cool night air on my backside. He eased my cheeks apart ,and I felt his hard cock in the entrance for the third time that evening. His hands were on my tits, and I thought my nipples would explode. He drove slowly into me. It felt like he was right up to the hilt. I gasped, then realised there was more to come.

He held his position deep in me and slowly caressed my tits. I tried to move but he held me tighter, pushing deeper into me and increasing the pressure on my breasts.

"What do you want B?" He whispered, "Tell me."

"Do it, make me come again, spread me wide open."

"You are a bad girl, aren't you?"

"Do what you want, I'm yours," I was yearning for him to start pounding me, but he held me tight, his cock remaining still while deep inside me. His hands left my tits; he pressed my shoulders lower then eased even closer, starting to lift my feet off the floor. His hands moved to my hips, lifting me. The pressure inside me was wonderful. I supported myself as best I could on my hands as he eased my legs up around him, his cock never leaving its station inside me.

He started to move, slowly at first, probing me, holding me up. His hands returned to my tits, massaging them, kneading them like dough. He was completely in control. I squeezed him with my legs, and he started to drive deeper and faster into me, spreading me wider. I felt my muscles start to twitch, then waves of pleasure swept over me.

"More, harder, I'm coming."

I felt him withdraw until he was almost out of me. He paused then drove back inside me with all his force. I yelped as he started to pound me, harder and harder. His hands were like clamps on my tits. I was losing control. I gripped him with my legs, and then it felt like every muscle inside we went into spasm, locking me around him.

"FUCK!" He moaned and drove fully into me. I felt his streams hit my insides, mixing with what felt like floods of my juice. He held me like that for what felt like ages, then slowly lowered my legs, and helped me to stand. I could feel our fluids running down my bare thighs. He kissed the back of my neck then fondled my bare arse, slipping his finger between my cheeks, finding his target. I moaned again

I turned and sat on the bench, dress still hitched up to my waist. The stones were pleasantly cold against my bare arse cheeks, and I could feel myself leaking all over them. He stood in front of me, the now-softened beast just in front of my face. I leaned forward slightly and started to lick it clean. It started to harden again as soon as I wrapped my lips around it.

"Steady on B, I'm not superman."

I started to massage his balls, and he hardened more.

"B, you are unbelievable. You can't possibly want more."

I pulled away from him, sucking his length as I did. "You think that's enough, do you?"

I stood and turned him around then nudged him gently onto the bench. As I stood in front of him, I worked my hand up and down his shaft.

"Nowhere near enough." I sat facing him, legs spread wide and lowered myself onto him. He entered me so easily, I was soaking wet and stretched in every direction. I sat looking at him, enjoying the feeling of him back deep inside me even though he'd only been away for minutes. He lifted his hands under my dress to cradle my breasts, then gently massaged them. I started to rock slowly, feeling the waves of pleasure starting to build within me.

He moved his hands behind me, drawing me closer and then started to caress my buttocks, lifting me in time with the rhythm I was building up. I knew what was coming as one hand started to explore between my cheeks. He found the target again, and one finger started to probe. I felt the shock of pleasure mixed with pain as he found his way inside me, working in time with my movements.

"No more. Keep it there," I said as he tried to push his finger deeper.

I tensed my pussy muscles and started to work harder, slamming myself down on him as hard as I could.

"I'm coming B," he whispered.

I went even harder, seeking my own climax. He withdrew his finger and returned with two, driven full in. I screamed as I came, feeling him fill me again as I did so.

I stayed on his lap with my head resting on his shoulder as we regained our breath. Even his soft member felt good inside me. We kissed and I stood, completely sated.

We rearranged our clothes and started to walk slowly home. He held me close, and eventually we reached my house. As we kissed his hands were drawn like magnets back towards my tits. They ached. My nipples were sore, and I felt like my insides had been rearranged. I felt the bulge in his trousers as it pressed against me. It was impressive after what we'd just done.

"I'll be really sore tomorrow," I whispered.

"We'll think of something else, I'm sure. Besides you wanted one more."

"Oh, I've earned it, I wanted it. Listen, my parents go out on Sunday afternoons to see my grandparents. They don't get back until late. I'm excused if I have lots of work for exams."

"I could help you with that."

"Biology practical tomorrow, starts at two." I said as I turned towards the house.