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.
However sometimes there was a fly in the ointment such as a family get
together, which although they were enjoyable in their own way, they didn’t
allow as much time for humping and pumping as Amy would have liked, especially
as she was severely rationed when she and Mark were apart.
Sometimes there was a fly in the ointment for Amy and Mark, in
relation to satisfying their mutual lust, such as a family get together, which
although they were enjoyable in their own way, they didn’t allow as much time
for humping and pumping as Amy would have liked, especially as she was severely
rationed when she and Mark were apart.
But when they were
together during the holidays they made use of every lust filled moment.
It was the same every
time, they couldn’t get enough of each other and they weren’t fussy about where
they did it when the urge took them.
Such as in the
September of her second year at University.
Mark felt suitably
refreshed after having two showers in fairly close order either side of the
lovely Miss Coates and her display of versatility when giving a fine oral
performance on his instrument in her parents garden shed before she went to
work.
Despite the rather
lengthy ablutions and the felatio he got next door to the Coates house about
ten minutes ahead of schedule to find Amy’s dad, had started loading the car
without him and Amy hadn’t arrived home from work.
“Hold on, you should
have waited for me”
“Hello Mark” he said
“I just thought I’d make a start as Amy’s running late”
“Come on then I'll give you a hand”
They had it all loaded and were sitting in the kitchen by the time Amy got
home.
“Sorry I’m late” She said “The pub was unbelievably busy”
“Don’t worry darling” her dad said “Mark and I have the car loaded”
“Really?” She said and kissed them both “my heroes”
She then joined them in a cuppa before going to get changed, she was only gone
about half an hour and when she came back she was wearing a short denim skirt
and a pale blue short sleeved shirt, low cut to show off her lovely tits, and
not forgetting blue and white ankle socks.
Her long cascading red
hair was still wet from the shower and left damp splodges on the shoulders of
her top.
“Do you want something to eat” Amy’s mum asked
“No thanks mum” she
answered “We're eating there”
She looked up at the clock then turned to Mark 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 they got to the house only ten minutes later than they had
originally planned.
They were just taking
dinner orders as they arrived so he let Amy choose and Mark started unloading
the car.
It was slightly harder
work getting it out of the car and into her room than it was getting it loaded
back at her house.
Still a couple of the
other lads lent a hand and it was soon done and with perfect timing because
just as he closed the boot down the pizzas arrived so Amy and Mark took the
last two remaining places in the lounge, which were in the window.
There were nineteen
people sitting in the lounge drinking wine and eating pizza, not Marks
favourite fast food he would have to say, and of the 19 Mark was by far the
oldest by some distance.
There were the four
housemates and partners plus an assortment of friends.
It wasn’t a bad sized
room with three large sofas in it but it was never intended to accommodate
nineteen people.
Amy and Mark were
seated on the deep windowsill in the bay window.
With a gap of about
two feet between them and the back of one of the sofas.
This afforded Mark a
great view down the tops of the two girls seated on the sofa, one of them was
Alison Holmes, a skinny braless girl with small yet beautifully formed tits and
a bad case of OCD, while the other girl was unknown to him, who had a fine pair
contained in a green lacy number about two sizes two small and definitely not
up to the job.
The cups were so small
that both areolas were clearly visible above the line of green lace.
Amy suddenly slapped
my thigh
“Are you looking at my
friends tits?”
She whispered in his
ear, Mark wasn’t sure why she whispered it; the room was so noisy she could
have used a bullhorn and no one would have overheard her.
“Yes of course I am,
what a stupid question” he replied above a whisper
“You’re a dirty bastard,”
she said laughing
Then she put her hand
on his lap and started stroking his sleeping soldier who was already half
awake.
“Already?” she asked
wide-eyed and Mark shrugged nonchalantly, and she continued stroking.
A few minutes later
the girl with the big tits and the small bra, turned round and spoke.
“Here Amy look at
this”
Amy leant over the
sofa between “big tits” and Alison, the braless girl, looking at something on
her tablet.
All three of them were
laughing at whatever they were looking at the moment he slid his hand up Amy’s
skirt and being the slut monster that she was, she didn’t bat an eye lid, not
even when he pulled her knickers off her buttocks and half way down her thighs,
nor again when he fondled her cheeks.
Only a few moments
after his fingers parted her cunny lips did she call a halt to his mischief and
sat back down, then she smiled a saucy smile at him and took her knickers all
the way off before stuffing them in Mark’s trouser pocket.
“I don’t think I’m
going to be needing them” she said and placed his hand between her knees.
They were seated in
the perfect place for their purposes, they could see everyone else but they couldn’t
see anything of them below the chest, unless they were stood directly facing
them and if anyone did that they would stop.
While Mark’s hand slid
purposefully between her thighs, hers had returned to the site of his growing
erection and she stroked his cock through his shorts.
As his hand neared its
destination he felt the hair of her bush brushing the skin on the back of his
hand and then his fingers homed in on her pussy.
When she was standing
bent over the sofa she was deliciously moist too his touch but when his digits
returned to the seat of her moistness he found her creamily wet and she let out
a little gasp as his finger went in her.
No one heard it, it
was still far too noisy in the room but he couldn’t take her too far because
even with the decibel level as high as it was in that place, they would
certainly here miss Coates come, because she was not one for a quiet orgasm.
It was just when he
was getting her well lathered up that the lights suddenly went on and the music
stopped and some bright spark thought it would be a good idea to raise a toast
to the new abode.
Amy tutted and pulled his digit out of her and closed her thighs tight.
“Cheers” she said
smiling falsely.
The moment the chinking of glasses was over Amy was on her feet saying
“Come and give me a hand with those boxes then”
Now it’s all very well when you’re a woman and the fun has to stop, because
when leaving the room she merely has to contend with sticky thighs.
Mark on the other hand had his shorts filled with a huge boner, standing up was
difficult enough and painful to boot and so was walking, but the main problem
was concealment.
Behind the sofa it went unseen in a crowded room it was almost another person.
Mark tapped Amy on the shoulder
“What?” she said impatiently and he indicated his predicament with his eyes and
she looked down and smiled.
She then picked up their empty pizza box and put it in front of his bulging
shorts.
“Can we go now?” she said sarcastically
He nodded and then gingerly followed her out of the room.
Once in the hallway he dispensed with the pizza box and pursued her up the
stairs, she was unhindered by a swollen organ so was taking the stairs two at a
time, his progress was a good deal slower and when he reached her room she was
removing her bra through her shirt sleeve, Mark loved it when Amy did that.
Having already removed
her skirt she was standing in the room with her nipples pushing proudly through
the fabric of her top and her lush red bush clearly on display.
“Come here” she
beckoned “let me make you more comfortable”
Making him more comfortable
involved her undoing his shorts and yanking his cock out 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 a little
over a week” he responded as he was playing with her tits and teasing her
nipple through the fabric
“Exactly, that’s why I
need it now”
“What are you going to
do when Uni starts?” he asked
“You’re not the only
one with a wankbank you know” she said and if he hadn’t already been rock hard
by then that would have done it.
“I want you so bad”
Amy begged as she pulled of his shirt.
“There’s no room on
the bed” he pointed out
“You didn’t need a bed
the first time you forced yourself on me” she retorted coyly
“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” she exclaimed
He looked around the
room and there really wasn’t anywhere so they looked at each other and said in
unison
“Bathroom”
So they quietly opened
the door and crossed the landing Amy first, wearing her blue top, ankle socks
and showing off her very hairy bush and Mark followed wearing sports socks, but
his cock beat him there by a short head.
Once inside he bolted
the door and sat her on the shelf and positioned her just the way he did the
first time he penetrated her tight cunny.
Mark pulled her top
off over her head and played with her tits as she steered his cock towards her
pussy and rubbed his knob between her wet lips and then she left it poised,
Mark twitched his shaft and his bell danced lightly around her hole, the she
grasped his buttocks digging her nails into the flesh and pulled his into her
“Oh Mark” she moaned
Being inside her was
like wearing a liquid velvet sheath she was so hot and she was so creamy it was
like bathing his shaft in warm treacle.
As he pumped into her
she let out deep rasping moans
“Mark, Mark” she
panted and then her breaths became coarser and her moans deeper
Her thighs were
holding his hips like a vice and her ankles were crossed beneath his buttocks
and holding him inside her.
Mark could only give
her short measured stroked but with each one she uttered
“Oh”
Another
“Oh”
Another
“Oh”
Again
“Ohh”
Again
“Ohhh”
Just one more stroke
and
“Ohhhhhhhhh” and she
came and then Mark followed her and she kissed him with her hot panting mouth
“God Mark it just
keeps getting better”
“It was ok then?” he
panted
“You know damn well it
was ok you cocky git”
They stayed conjoined
for a few minutes as she milked every last drop from me before they had to
cross the landing back to the room almost naked looking quite rightly like we’d
been shagging in the bathroom.
Luckily no one saw
them but they were definitely overheard judging my some of the looks they got
as they were heading downstairs.
When he got back to
the Coates’s it was quite late so he was planning to just park the car and pop
the keys through the letter box but just as he was about to post the keys
through the door opened, it was her dad.
“Ah Hello Mark I
thought I heard the car door” he said
“Sorry I didn’t mean
to wake you,” Mark said apologetically
“No I hadn’t turned in
yet come in for a nightcap and tell us the tale”
So he spent the next
half an hour telling him about the house and her friends, which was a quite
uncomfortable experience for him, on one hand because he didn’t know how much
Amy would want him to tell them about her student life while on the other
because he still had her knickers in his pocket and inside his sticky underwear
some of his pubic hair was stuck to his thigh courtesy of their daughter and
the house warming.
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