She had no makeup on; it would only be ugly icing on her skin and would offer no protection to the Emerald City’s perpetual winter. There was little...need for it though: her freckles speckled her face just enough to give the illusion of a touch of makeup. And her lips were naturally a little red. Her tight leather pants were covering long johns, and were tucked into her calf high boots with just a little bit of heel to give her an extra inch. Of course her butt got pushed out just the right. We were of 14 -15 years young and full of energy and youth. Our body was showing the signs of youth and our boobs too had taken the size of oranges. It felt good when some on touched them. It was also fun playing with them. Sometimes we used to play with each other's boobs and lightly touch them or say fondle them.We had a number of boys too in the class; Some of them were strong virile young men whose blood was hot and the cocks ever ready to get stiff and hard. Two of them used to be friendly. The first time that I used it I discovered that the seat was set too high and that the nut holding it was too tight for me to loosen it and lower the seat. Not wanting to be a weakling girl I got on the bike and started pedaling, only to quickly realize that my butt had to slide from side to side for me to keep my feet on the pedals. Well, that sliding was instantly having an effect on my pussy, and in particular, my clit. I soon forgot about the seat being too high because it was just the. “Oh baby, baby!” he moaned. We held each other tightly. Mark kissed my neck, my cheek, my lips, all the while his hard, hot cock was inside me. Lovingly, he pulled out and slid it in, gently pumping until he moaned. “Ahhhh! Oh God! Fuck!” I could feel his dick throbbing. I could see him work to hold it in but his cum wasn't having it. He grunted and jerked, and I could feel him cumming with each tender drive, releasing a string of hot jizz deep in my hole. “Mark,” I whispered. I kissed his.