We fucked twice before we rejoined the party. By the time we left a couple of hours later I was ready to go again, and was thinking about opportunities on the walk home. The church porch seemed favourite, ith was sheltered from view and no one went through the churchyard at night.Hopefully no other couple would have the same idea.
It was still indecently hot, that was the year it felt like we'd never be cool again.
I squeezed B as we walked and felt her soft curves under her cotton dress. I was sure there was nothing on under there. She turned towards me and as we kissed I cradled her luscious soft breasts, feeling her rock hard nipples are they pressed through the fabric.
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. I stopped and B made half a step towards the lychgate. I reached across and lifted the latch. As we reached the path towards the church, I slid my hand up inside her dress and squeezed her soft round bare arse cheeks. I was right, nothing on under the dress.
I slipped a finger between her legs. She didn't complain, even when I gave her a playful slap.
We paused midway between the gate and the porch. B was in front of me. She leaned forward slightly and I eased one, then two fingers into her soaking wet pussy, teasing her. She moved with me and I thumbed her arse gently. She tensed then relaxed, she'd never been touched there before but any boundaries between us were long gone.
I was rock hard and the ten paces to the porch seemed like miles. As soon as we got there, B turned to face the stone bench, then bent over, hands on the stone seat. I lifted her dress high, revealing her lovely backside and most of her back. She wriggled slightly, and her tits fell free. I eased her cheeks apart and ran my cock between them. She moved back towards me and I found her entrance easily, soft, hot and soaking wet.
I paused and ran my hands around her to cradle her soft tits, squeezing her hard nipples between my fingers. Slowly, I drove into her, as far as she'd let me. B gasped and as she relaxed she must have realised there was more of me still to come. I held her tight, increasing the pressure on her soft round tits.
"Tell me, what do you want, B?" I said.
"Do it, make me come again, spread me wide open." She was almost begging.
"You are a really bad girl, aren't you?"
"Do whatever you want. I'm yours."
I felt her try to move but I held her tight. I was deep inside her and not moving. I moved my hands back to her hips, eased her lower, lifting her feet off the floor. B was moaning with pleasure even though I'd just stayed still inside her. She locked her legs behind me as I started to move, slowly at first as my hands returned to massage duty on her wonderful tits. B squeezed me with her legs and I started to go faster and deeper, pounding her, spreading her wide.
"More, harder, I'm coming, FUUUUUCK!" B was really begging now and on the point of losing control. I withdrew as far as I dared, paused, then drove back into her as hard as I could. B yelped as I pounded her, over and over, harder and harder. Her legs were clamped around me, she squeezed hard, and then it felt as if her whole body had gone into spasm around me. I drove deep and, for the third time that evening, coated B's insides.

I held B like that for a couple of minutes until I felt her relax. I withdrew and felt the flood of our mixed juices sluice out of her as I lowered her legs. I stood behind B, kissed the back of her neck and fondled her soft, round arse cheeks. I slipped a finger between them and found her tight, puckered hole. She moaned.
B sat on the bench, dress still hitched right up. I stood in front of her, for once not fully ready for action. She leaned forward and licked me clean. The results were rapid and unexpected. As I hardened, B wrapped her lips around me.
"Steady on, B, I'm not Superman."
She started to massage my balls, and I was preparing for round 4.
"B, you are unbelievable. You can't possibly want more."
She sucked me hard then pulled away. "You think that's enough, do you?"
B stood, turned me around and eased me back so that I was sitting on the bench. Her hand returned to stroking my cock.
"I've had nowhere near enough." I swear, B is insatiable.
She sat facing me, legs spread wide and lowered herself onto me. I slipped in easily; she was soaking wet and stretched in every direction. B didn't move to start with, just looked into my eyes. I raised my hands under her dress to return to cradling those magical breasts. I massaged them gently. B started to rock slowly.
I moved his hands behind her, drawing her closer and caressed her cheeks, lifting her in time with the rhythm of her hips. I started to explore between her cheeks. I found the target again easily, started to probe with one finger. She didn't object as my finger worked in time with her movements.
"Keep it there," She said as I tried to push deeper. B squeezed me with her pussy muscles and started to work harder, slamming down on me as hard as she could.
"I'm coming B."
She went even harder. I managed to hold on, withdrew the finger and returned with two, driven full in. B screamed as she came, locking her pussy around me so that I had no option but to fill her yet again.
B stayed on my lap as we regained our breath.. I was still inside her. We kissed and B stood, hopefully completely satisfied.
We rearranged our clothes and started to walk slowly home. I held her close, and eventually we reached her house. As we kissed, I couldn't resist a last squeeze of her tits. I was surprised to feel the bulge in my trousers after what we'd just done.
B seemed pleased with tomorrow's likely soreness. "I've earned it, I wanted it," she said in that dirty, breathless whisper.
She said she'd be on her own at home the next afternoon if she played the "working for exams" card. We arranged to meet at two.
My walk home took less than ten minutes. I thought about what was likely to happen tomorrow. I hoped I'd be recovered in time. The growing bulge in my trousers suggested I'd be fine.
