MY FIRST COLLAGE GIRL, ALYSON!

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MY FIRST COLLAGE GIRL, ALYSON!                                       So back to my past, it’s 1985 and I have started collage. The occupation I was pursuing isn’t relevant, so I will not elaborate on it. My intention here is to share my sexual adventures with likeminded adults, like yourself, so I will not bore you with the irrelevant.I had broken things off with “Spankie, my first submissive girlfriend” (See story for details.) and was making a fresh start on life. What life I had anyway. You see, for those of you who did not read about my sexual exploits with Spankie, I had been misdiagnosed with Lou Gerrig’s disease and the neurologists I was examined by, from three different New England states, all agreed I would be dead before I was thirty years old. I carried that diagnosis for about three years before the neurologist I was seeing took a muscle biopsy from my affected arm and determined it was not Lou Gerrig’s, but a benign virus of some nature, similar to one he had seen in India. It never progressed beyond weakness in my left hand. But for those three years I lived with it, and I was pretty fearless about living. I wasn’t an asshole about it; at least once I got through all the normal phases. 1. Grief, 2. Denial, 3. Anger, (That would be the asshole phase), 4. Bargaining, (That would be with God, “I will be a good person and live a good life if….” and in my case, it worked!), 5. Depression (Another phase of asshole behavior), and 6. Acceptance, which is where I was at by the time I started college. I was still feeling emotional bouts of the other phases off and on, but I was in college, doing something with my life, living my life. And for me, sex was a big part of living, and still is ;). I kept my condition private, if anyone noticed and asked about my weak hand, I’d say it was nerve damage from a martial arts training injury. I knew what my end was going to be, if I allowed it to get that far. The doctors were very clear about how things were going to progress. “You will, over the next ten years or so, loose strength and muscular function. You will need to have splints made to keep your joints from contracting; eventually you will drown in your own secretions as the muscles in your throat loose function. Mentally tokat escort you will have no impairments.” Meaning I will be cognoscente and aware throughout the whole process, trapped inside my own body while I slowly drowned in my own spit. I wasn’t interested in being pathetic before I actually was. I was going to be the best “Me” I could be, while I could be.This story is about Alyson, a class mate. Alyson had a round figure and straight jet black hair to her shoulder blades. She was a bit taller than me, five foot seven or so, and she had great big tits. A feature she was not shy about exploiting. She had a quirky sense of humor that really appealed to me, and she was also outspokenly bisexual. We would be driving around town and would both comment on the various women we would see walking around on the street. “Wow, she’s ATTRACTIVE!” Alyson would comment. And we would discuss the attributes of the lady we found appealing. We were friends. One day we were studying together, both of us on the floor of the boarding house room I rented, noses in the same text book. Alyson’s big tits were pushed up under her arms and into the floor creating a cavernous cleavage in her V neck purple sweater.      I felt that now familiar surge of sexual interest coming from Alyson. The way she propped herself up on her elbows, her big tits almost spilling out of her top, this was quite intentional on her part. We looked at each other, her beautiful dark brown eyes meeting mine, her eyebrows going up as if to say, “What?”, and then that quirky little smile of hers as I leaned in and we kissed. Lightly at first, then tongue tips touching, and then even more deeply as she rolled back, and I rolled onto her. She moaned into my mouth as my hands slid up under her sweater, over her ribs to those magnificent knockers of hers, covered in a silky bra. I found the catch between the cups and unfastened it. Alyson then broke away from our kissing to pull the sweater and bra off releasing those firm big white boobs to bounce on her chest. I took them in both hands and worked my tongue over them and nibble-sucked the erect dark nipples. My right hand drifted down to her blue jeans where I fondled the pussy beneath until she undid the button tokat escort bayan and pulled down the zipper. I sat back admiring the beautiful, bare breasted twenty year old girl for a moment before I grabbed the waist band of her jeans and pulled them down, she lifted her ass into the air to help, revealing the purple and black lace panties she was wearing. She lifted her ass again when I went to remove them, revealing a thick triangular patch of black pubic hair, freshly trimmed around the edges; Alyson knew where this study date was going to go before she knocked on my door. I removed my T-shirt and dove in with my tongue to lick-nibble her pussy and clit. Alyson moaned and squeezed her big tits in both hands as I tongue lashed her pussy until she bucked up in orgasm, “UHH, UHHH, AHHH, AHHH, AHHHHH!”, I then unfastened and removed my jeans and underwear, now both of us naked except for our white socks, I went in to fuck Alyson, holding my erection in my hand. Alyson had sat up as I undressed and now met me as I moved forward, leaning in to suck my cock. Propped up on her left elbow, holding the shaft of my cock in her right hand, Alyson swirled her tongue around the head, then taking it deep in her mouth, moving her tongue side to side over the bottom of my shaft until it hit the back of her throat, then she pulled back and repeated the procedure over and over again until I was almost ready to explode. As she was working my cock with her mouth, I retrieved the condom from my wallet and with some reluctance pulled my rock hard penis from Alyson’s talented mouth with a pop, which brought a delightful smile to her wet lips. I slid the condom on over my saliva, pre-cum covered penis as she laid back. She wrapped her arms around her tummy and then pushed those mountainous boobs up and off of her chest, dark erect nipples peaking each one, her long silky black hair spilling all around her. She spread her legs as I knee-walked in closer. I then rubbed the head of my cock over her clit, which evoked a moan from Alyson as she arched her pussy up, “AHHHH!”, I toyed with her clit like this until she sat up and grabbed my hips in both hands and pulled me into her pussy. She was superbly wet; I fucked her hard escort tokat and fast, ramming my cock deeply in and almost out, my balls bouncing off Alyson’s ass. She took her tits in both hands, and squeezed them together, pinch-pulling the nipples between her fingers as I fucked away. The sight of her was so beautiful; the rhythmic moans and sexy sounds she made as I pumped away, the smell of sex filling the air, her nectar/pussy taste still in my mouth. I felt the quaking in my loins, I slowed my thrusts down to prolong my orgasm until I could restrain it no longer……”I’M CUMMING! AHHHHH, AHHHHH, AHHHHHH, AHHHH!”Alyson giggled a moment, and held me in her arms as I fell forward onto her. “Well, so much for studying.” I said which brought another giggle from the beautiful big breasted girl.We didn’t have sex again for over a year. It was a hook up/fuck buddy moment we shared. Neither one of us wanted to go steady or date each other. Our friendship was more fun, and just a little deeper and more intimate now. We talked about the people we did date. I had a few one night stands here and there, a roller skating high school girl one week end. A blonde, thirty year old bar tender I walked home from work one night, a few others. I eventually hooked up with the boarding house manager’s daughter, Barbara, an eighteen year old senior in high school. We dated for several months, until she graduated and moved to another state……Other stories to tell.I found collage to be a very sexual time. I’m sure my mindset and medical diagnosis had a lot to do with it for me personally, but besides that I noticed the women were all about discovering themselves and what they wanted. There were girls engaged to be married to their high school sweet hearts, fucking other guys, fucking their professors, fucking other girls. Because this was their time to decide, “Do I really want to be this guy’s wife?”, “Is this really who I am?” I hope everyone who can do it experiences collage. It certainly is, “Higher Learning”, and an education is very much worth having!When Alyson and I did hook up again, she was with a girlfriend, Karen. And that story I will share another time.                                                                                            Cheers My Friends!!!                                                                                           Heatseekerxxx                                      (I have no pictures of Alyson, the above images are of comparable women.)

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