I swear I didn't see it coming.
Lorna, my girl at the time, was one year my senior and at nineteen, red-hot. I just didn't know how hot. I was about to find out.
To young to have our own place, she'd bring me back to her folk's home, take me up to her bedroom and stuff a pillow into her mouth to stifle her screams as I worked her into a frenzy. I'd look up while my mouth and tongue worked her pussy, watching her writhing around, pillow clutched to face, desperately trying to smother her wailing moans. I'm sure her parents heard her, but they never said a thing.
She'd come almost immediately, then grind against me, her legs locked around my head as she urged me on for her second. A long, muffled wail, her shuddering thighs and my drenched face told me when she came for the second time. Within seconds, she'd throw the pillow away and, her face flushed and smiling, she would grin as she watched me move up between her long slender legs.
Kneeling, I'd take my aching cock in hand and stroke the head against her wetness, allowing just the fat end to delve slightly inside her pussy, rubbing over her clit. She loved to watch as I probed and teased her, often reaching down to stroke the shaft of my cock, sometimes taking firm hold and rubbing it against her like a sex toy.
She would grasp the base and try and pull more of me into her, but I would hold back, watching the desire build in her expression. Then, when she wasn't expecting, I'd thrust fully into her, making her mouth and eyes fly open in delight. I'd hear a squeal before her hand clasped over her mouth to again stifle the noise.