Alison Holmes 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 Amy Coates, a tall big
busted girl, Carole Bean a tall, beautiful and kindly girl 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.
Alison was a little bit on the OCD side of normal,
but she was a nice girl.
She was, by her own admission, a rather
stick thin and plain looking girl with, in her opinion three redeeming
features, the most stunning eyes, good legs, she liked her legs, and straight
shoulder length blonde hair.
Alison didn’t have a boyfriend, and
everyone falsely assumed because of her germaphobia that she wouldn’t
have sex because it was all a bit messy.
But in truth she had more sex the the other three put
together, which was saying something as Amy was quite slutty, monogamous but
slutty.
Alison liked sex in fact she really liked sex and
subsequently was certainly the most promiscuous of the four house mates.
She just had two rules which were unnegotiable,
firstly she insisted that the man had to shower first and she had to shower as
soon as possible afterwards.
Also contrary to popular belief she didn’t mind oral
sex, but she would only give head if the recipient wore two condoms.
Even with those stipulations she still got well and
truly seen to on a regular basis and Alisons most regular partner she met by
chance and he met her criteria quite serendipidously.
It was getting late and Alison decided to
walk back to the flats along the wooded path that meandered through the woods
that bordered the park.
She was a little nervous about going in the
park after dark but with her eyes accustomed to the dark she thought she would
take a chance.
She was making very steady progress through
the woods and was within about fifty yards of the gate when she collided with a
figure.
Alison was a little nervous about going in
the park after dark but with her eyes accustomed to the dark she thought she
would take a chance.
She was making very steady progress through
the woods and was within about fifty yards of the gate when she collided with a
figure who she knocked off their feet and then ended up on top of them.
So she had her assailant pinned to the ground
and winded so using her trusty torch she shone it in their face and was
surprised to see it was Eric Jespersen, a Danish exchange student who was on
the same course as her.
Alison had fancied him since she first saw him but he was out of her
league so she just admired him from afar.
But due to a serendipitous happenstance she now had him flat on his back
in the park, and that was a game changer, and she thought she could detect the
tell-tale odour of chlorine.
“Have you been swimming Eric?” she asked
“Yes” he replied surprised at the question though not as surprised as he was when she kissed him full on the mouth and
inserted her tongue quite expertly into his mouth, and his surprise continued
when he found himself kissing her back.
It was a surprise to him because Alison Holmes was a rather plain skinny girl, she was a
nice girl, but she was not his type.
He did think her
eyes were stunning and she had nice legs and she also had beautiful blonde hair
but he was Danish so blonde hair didn’t impress him.
The surprise was
finding her on top of him and having her initiate a rather pleasing engagement
of tongue which he was really enjoying.
Which he wasn’t expecting and nor was he
expecting what happen next, which was for her hand to unzip his fly and pull
out his Danish semi erect cock out through the opening, which didn’t stay semi
for long as she expertly handled his not inconsiderably sized lump of Danish
Pork.
But it was it was at the moment she had
stroked his meat up to full size that she stopped, startled by a noise in the
wood, and quickly stood up and he noticed that as she stood up one of her shoes
was missing, it had obviously come off her foot when they both fell.
Alison backed into the shadow of an old,
twisted oak and to her delight he joined her there, his erection still
protruding from his open fly.
They stood there in close proximity, neither
speaking in the darkness and the only sound was her quick and shallow
breathing.
After a minute or so, she was satisfied that
no one else was in the wood she returned her lips to his and her hand went
straight back to his shaft and tugged on it roughly.
Eric fumbled inside her clothes and unhooked
her bra and moved instantly to her breasts.
She had perfect little tits, and her nipples
were as fat as his little finger when aroused, which they quickly were.
Alison’s kissing became more urgent and her
grip on his rod more taught so he began to hoist up her skirt until he could
gain access to her underwear.
Eric yanked down her tights, which gave
little resistance over her narrow hips and boney arse and the white cotton
panties quickly followed suit.
Once both tights and drawers were at knee
height Alison accommodated him by extracting her unshod foot from the unwanted
items.
Erik then ran his hand up the outside of her
thigh and fondled her pert little arse.
It was a nice arse, soft and squeezable but
Eric soon worked his way teasingly through her generous thicket and slid his
fingers in between her juicy lips.
Alison was still kissing him hard and
snorting in great lungs full of air through her nose.
She released her firm grip on his tool and
used that hand to undo his trouser button and then she yanked down his Chinos
and boxers and bared his muscular arse.
Eric took this as a sign and removed his
sticky fingers from her honeyed lips and backed her closer to the tree behind
her and Alison’s narrow hips and small buttocks fitted neatly in the crook of
the oak.
But she kept her
thighs together when he had her in position
“Am I just going to
be another conquest Eric?” she asked
“Just another notch
on your headboard”
“It depends” he
said truthfully
“On what?”
“On how good you
are” he replied
“How am I doing so
far?”
“One mark away from
a first” Eric said
“Let’s go for it
then” she said and opened up for him and he slid his cock comfortably into her.
The way she received his offering, the way
she wrapped herself around him pulling him deeper into her, he knew she had received
others before him.
So he went at her greedily, Alison’s legs
wrapped around his hips like a vice, and her skinny arms wrapped around his
neck and shoulders, growling out contentment to his rhythmic penetrations, and
as Eric pumped into her harder and faster these turned to guttural groans as
her pleasure heightened frenetically climbing until crescendo and she screamed
into the darkness as he shot.
They stayed in
their final position for several minutes, panting loudly, his large Danish cock
still twitching inside her pussy, and he could feel her muscles contracting
around his shaft and made several long pleasurable languorous sighs and he
kissed her neck and she hugged him tight.
They dressed
quickly in the dark although Alison went home with her knickers and tights in
her handbag.
Eric walked her to
her block, and they kissed in the shadows
“I hope we can do
that again sometime,” he said
“Oh yes, we can”
Alison replied
“You’re all muddy” Amy said as Alison entered the
house
“I know I slipped over in the park” she replied
“You went through the park after dark?” Carole asked
horrified
“You could have been attacked” Amy added
Alison said nothing, she just smiled, and went to
have a bath.
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