Amy Coates went to the
University of Downshire where she studied English at Abbottsford and it was for
her, like many girls of her age, a life defining time.
She was in halls for the first year and she
shared with three other girls Carole Bean a tall, beautiful and kindly
brunette girl, Alison Holmes, a skinny
braless girl with small yet beautifully formed tits and a bad case of OCD and Claire Jarvis a
quiet busty brunette.
All four of the girls were studying English
in one form or another and apart from their studies they also had in common the
fact they were all natives of the Finchbottom Vale.
Claire was from Purplemere, Carole from
Childean, Alison from Finchbottom and
Amy from Shallowfield.
The friendship that resulted from, on the
face of it, 4 very different characters coming together, lasted for their
lifetimes and as they got on so well the four of them decided very early on to
rent a house between them for the second and third years.
Amy was five foot eight with long cascading
red hair, and a red bush.
She also had mesmerizing green eyes, a heart
melting smile, a gorgeous figure, substantial breasts and a pert arse, all
gracefully underpinned by stunning legs.
Out of all the girls Amy was the only one
of them who was had a boyfriend when they first met during fresher’s week.
Mark Sheridan was four years older than Amy
and had already been through University.
He was literally the boy next door for Amy
and she had loved him since she was 12 years old but because she was younger
and was a skinny tomboy with braces on her teeth she was invisible to him.
But in her haven beneath the comfort of her
duvet as her young fingers played with herself roughly she was dreaming of him
touching her.
She finally got him in the summer before
she went off to Abbottsford and she had him heart body and soul.
After dating for a month Mark went to stay
with his grandparents for two weeks and while he was away they began writing
love letters to each other via email and when he returned to Shallowfield they
made love for the first time, which was also her first time.
But once she had succumbed to him that
first time she wanted him all the time, he had created a monster, a beautiful,
sexy, large breasted slut monster.
She wanted to do it with him at every
opportunity, at any time and in any location and with Amy in Abbottsford and
Mark in Shallowfield Amy was severely rationed so when they did get together
she wanted as much of him as she could get.
And she would either travel home to Shallowfield
to get it or Mark would drive to Abbottsford to give it to her.
But they didn’t get together every week so
she made sure she got the full benefit of him when they did.
For the May Bank Holiday weekend she was at
home for five days and she thought all her Christmas’s had come at once.
It was the day after the May bank holiday
weekend when the house was empty that they had a long lingering farewell fuck
in Amy’s bed among all her cuddly toys from her childhood.
They lay in each arms for longer than they
should have but reluctantly she dragged herself into the shower.
“Do you want me to join you?” he offered
“No we’re late enough already” she replied
jokingly but in reality she was sad and she had a cry in the shower.
When she emerged he got in and when he was
finished she was already dressed and was wearing a short denim skirt and a pale
blue short sleeved shirt, low cut to show off her lovely tits, and not
forgetting the blue and white ankle socks.
He couldn’t see what colour her knickers
wear but as she was wearing a pale blue bra and having intimate knowledge of
her lingerie, having removed her from them countless times, he was pretty sure
they were also pale blue with white bows.
Her long wavy red hair was still wet from
the shower and left damp splodges on the shoulders of her top.
While Mark was musing about her undies Amy recognised the expression on his
face that normally preceded her get a portion but she looked up at the clock
and said
"We need to get going"
The fact they were an hour late leaving
didn’t hamper them in any way in fact because the traffic was lighter than
expected they got to the house only ten minutes later than they had originally
planned.
Which meant even after
unloading the car and carrying the bags up to her room Amy decided there was
still enough time to do her one last time before her first lecture started.
The location she
settled on for their second farewell fuck of the day was the kitchen, which was
made all the more exciting firstly because the house wasn’t empty, Carole and
Amy were in the formers room studying, and second because one of the
housemates, Alison, a skinny scraggy titted girl was very OCD when it came to
hygiene.
As she stood in the kitchen she smiled at
him as she removed her bra through her shirt sleeve, she knew that he loved it
when she did that, then she removed her denim skirt and with her huge nipples
pushing proudly through the fabric of her top she removed slowly slid her
knicker down so her lush red bush was on display and his cock was ready to
burst out of his shorts.
“Come here” she beckoned “let me make you
more comfortable”
Making him more comfortable involved her
undoing his shorts and yanking his cock out of his pants and playing with it.
“You’re very eager Miss Coates” he said and
kissed her
“I’m not going to see you until next
Sunday” she said
“It’s only five days away” he pointed out
as he was playing with her tits and teasing her nipple through the fabric
“Exactly that’s why I need it right now”
she replied
“What are you going to do later?” he asked
“You’re not the only one with a wankbank
you know” she said
If he hadn’t been rock hard by then that
would definitely have done it.
“I want you so bad” Amy begged as she
pulled off his shirt.
“Let’s go and do it on your bed” he
suggested
“You didn’t need a bed the first time you
forced yourself on me”
“I don’t remember needing to be
particularly forceful,” he reminded her
“Oh Mark please, don’t stop” he mimicked
“Just shut up and fuck me”
Mark picked her up and sat her on the
counter and positioned her just the way he did the first time he penetrated her
tight cunny the previous summer in his parents garden.
He pulled her top off over her head and
played with her gorgeous tits as she steered his cock towards her pussy and
rubbed his knob between her wet lips before leaving it poised, Mark twitched
his shaft and his head danced lightly around her hole, then she grasped his
buttocks firmly, digging her nails deeply into the flesh and pulled him into
her.
“Oh Mark” she moaned
Mark thought being inside her was like
wearing a liquid velvet sheath, she was so hot and so creamy it was like
bathing his shaft in warm treacle.
“Mark, Mark” she panted in deep rasping
moans as he pumped her
Her thighs were holding his hips like a
vice and her ankles were crossed beneath his buttocks and holding him inside
her and her breaths became coarser and deeper and when he could only give her
short measured stroked she came hot and heavy and then he exploded in her and
she kissed him.
“My God Mark it just keeps getting better”
she purred
“It was ok then?” He panted
“You know damn well it was you cocky git”
she retorted and they stayed conjoined for a few minutes as she milked every
last drop from him.
And when he lifted the knickerless Amy off the kitchen counter they both laughed
when they saw that the worktop looked like a pan of pasta had boiled over.
Mark quickly redressed
and Amy gathered up her discarded clothes, there was just enough time for Amy
to go and freshen up down below and don some clean under crackers before he
dropped her in time for her lecture.
As expected there were
more tears, even though she would be seeing him again the next weekend, and
when she was sufficiently composed she kissed him goodbye and got out the car
and then she walked straight into the building without looking back.
In the end the lecture
was cancelled and she was more than a little miffed because she could have
spent more time with Mark.
But when she got back
to the flat she cheered up immediately because her OCD flatmate Alison was
making a sandwich on the spunky counter where Mark had fucked her, the poor
girl would have night terrors if she knew what they had done their only an hour
earlier.
Amy texted him with a
photo of Alison at the counter and he laughed and then he got a stirring in his
trousers when he thought about what they did there; just remembering the sex
with Amy turned him on.
He texted back
immediately
“Can’t wait until
Sunday”
“Nor me” she said out
loud and started crying.
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