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.
Mark Sheridan worked in Shallowfield for
the Dancingdean Forestry Commission which he heartily enjoyed and which kept
him at his physical peak which he needed to keep up with Amy, because 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 who wanted to
do it with him at every opportunity, at any time and in any location.
So he kept his 6ft tall muscular physic in
good order because he had to ready for her as 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.
They had spent the night together in his bed but the next morning they
had to be up very early so he could drive a very sleepy headed Amy back to
Abbottsford.
As usual Mark had risen early in both senses of the term, thinking he
might start the day by splitting Amy’s ginger whiskers, but she rebuffed his
advances
“I’m too sleepy Mark,” she said
Amy was going to a gig on Saturday night with her housemates and it
was a kind of end of term celebration.
The house was empty when they got there so Mark took her bags up to
her room while Amy went into the kitchen to make drinks.
He put the cases on her bed and went back downstairs and as he got to
the bottom he called out to her
“I don’t think I’m going to have time for coffee”
“Oh ok” Amy called from the kitchen “You’d better come and say goodbye
then”
“Where are you?” he shouted
“I’m in the kitchen” she called back so he walked down the hall and
into the kitchen and found Amy lying draped across the kitchen table like an
erotic buffet completely naked casually teasing a large pink nipple with one
hand and fingering herself between her ginger pubes with the other.
“Do you have enough time for some of this?” she asked
“Always” he replied as he un-trousered his stirring beast.
“I thought you were too sleepy for a shag,” he said
“I’ve woken up now” she replied
“So I can see,” Mark said as he watched her busy fingers vigorously
frigging herself.
And he stood there looking down on her, keenly watching her small
fingers, wet with her juice, slipping and sliding herself to orgasm as he
tugged on his cock.
When she had writhed and wriggled herself to orgasm, she then lustily
sucked her tangy grease from her fingers so he grabbed her by the knees and
dragged her horny carcass towards his waiting cock.
Having pulled her pussy to the edge of the table Amy’s cunny was
presented to him at perfect cock height so he wasted no time at all in spearing
her.
“Oh God Mark” She moaned, “That feels so good”
He partially withdrew, but so impatient was she that Amy wrapped her
long legs around him and pulled him back into her hard and she moaned loudly
and smiled smugly at how clever she had been in making him skewer her again.
“More of those” she begged
So he gave her another hard one and her hands gripped the sides of the
table to brace herself and then she got another.
Amy gave great panting moans with each stroke and her head rolled from
side to side as the frenetic pace quickened and the table legs began to screech
on the tiled floor and her knuckles showed white as gripped the table harder
with each thrust.
Mark had to grip the table himself to try and halt its progress across
the kitchen floor.
Her chest was heaving up and down as she neared the end and her moans
had long since merged into one continuous whorish wail until her face contorted
into an orgasmic grimace as her back arched and her whole body shuddered in a
climactic crescendo and he lost control and in short pumping spasms he shot.
When he looked down at the sweaty panting wreck draped across the
table he thought the erotic buffet now looked like it had been well and truly
enjoyed, as it most certainly had been and by the time he had put the last
length into her grateful pussy the table had moved two feet from its original
position.
When they had finally stopped panting she said
“Now you may go about your business” and released him from the grip of
her legs and he withdrew from her.
“Cheeky mare” he said and lifted her legs and spanked her arse really
hard and she let out a yelp as his hand slapped a red handprint on her white
cheek.
“Bastard” she said but then she chuckled.
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