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This is a true story down to every detail and to the best of my recollection. Thanks to Fungi469 for his help in editing the final copy.
As I walked along a dark, wet street in the blustery Royal City of Edinburgh I could not help thinking what a lucky fellow I was. It was early 1987 and I was a twenty three year old postgraduate student at the University of Edinburgh with good financial backing and a bright future. As an overseas student from the ‘colonies’ I was something of a fish out of water amongst the Scots, but a little diplomacy and my ability to adapt served me well.
I admittedly have a passion for chasing dark-haired women, and in the ’80s I invested much time and energy doing so. After experiencing only marginal success with the local lasses in Edinburgh, I was surprised to find myself with a steady girlfriend, a ginger-haired medical student named Karen from County Kent. Karen had short reddish hair, brown eyes, a few freckles and legs that went on for miles. She had a somewhat plain but attractive face, and what she lacked in beauty, she more than made up for in sexiness. Karen was swanky and lean and had a certain sultry mysteriousness about her.
With a lovely Kent accent that was so easy to listen to, my cock and balls goaded me into signing up for full-time duty with Karen. She had recently dumped Pete, her English boyfriend and a fellow student at the University. She used the excuse that she needed to concentrate on her studies. Actually, it was because he was over-bearing and insistent on marrying her. I was delighted to take Pete’s place on cold Scottish nights and mornings, draining my balls into Karen’s eager, wet pussy.
Karen had a gorgeous pussy. Her pubic mound was adorned with brilliant, almost copper-colored curly hair. Doing her Kegel exercises regularly kept it as tight inside as it was lovely on the outside and I adored lapping away at it with my tongue, both before and after mounting her. She loved be taken from behind while lying flat on her trim belly, supported by a pillow under her hips. When she could feel me getting close, she took great pleasure in teasing me by imitating the sounds of a male orgasm, thereby invariably hastening my climax. I got a thrill out of thinking about Pete pining for his loss as I dipped my cock again and again in her alluring cunt.
All in all it was wonderful, but I felt that there was something missing. And although I knew not what it was, it all came together one afternoon when Karen asked me to meet her at a coffee shop not far from the University. She said she was meeting a friend there, a fellow medical student. A female.
As Ailsa appeared in the door of the coffee shop that afternoon, I was taken by how pretty she was – prettier than Karen. She was 5’4″ with gorgeous blue eyes, sweet dimpled cheeks and wavy blond hair that fell below her shoulders. In spite of that, my impression was that Ailsa wasn’t exactly my type. The sunless Edinburgh winter kept her pale skin colorless, and, like Karen, not a touch of make-up was to be found anywhere. A traditional white blouse and a rather frumpy blue skirt didn’t do anything to enhance her appeal, either.
Ailsa was twenty-two at the time. She rode horses and studied hard. Hailing from the Borders region of Scotland, her unbelievably sexy brogue quickly led me to dub her ‘Ailsa the Scot.’ As the three of us savored our coffee and scones, Ailsa and I flirted lightly. Karen did not fail to notice this and her jealousy would become apparent later.
The second time I saw Ailsa was with Karen in a Stockbridge pub. This time Ailsa was wearing jeans and it was then that I noticed her stunning derrière. Yes indeed, the horseback riding had sculpted magnificent ass cheeks, high and tight like two fused melons. They also had that slightly cherubic quality that can only be achieved with plenty of exercise on top of a healthy diet of Scottish butter, cream, lamb and salmon. They were an absolutely marvelous set of globes. Her narrow hips, in conjunction with a slightly cocked-back pelvis, accentuated the outward projection of her glorious glutes, giving the appearance of kicking her ass up in the air. Even Michelangelo could not have created a more perfect set of ass cheeks.
I learned from Karen that Ailsa was unattached so I felt free to flirt shamelessly with her. Ailsa responded well to this, sidling up to me and so forth. I knew on that second meeting that it was a question of time before I would have my cock in her. I just didn’t know that it would take two years.
Although I saw Ailsa in Edinburgh on a few occasions after that, at graduation time I was still very much with Karen. A year and a half after receiving our respective degrees, I found myself continuing my studies at Cambridge University with Karen working at a nearby hospital and Ailsa similarly employed in the northeast of England. I was happily chasing any dark-haired bird in Cambridge during the week and on the weekend bumping and grinding away with Karen. Julie, Karen’s brother’s girlfriend, was among my weekday conquests, casino siteleri as were a trio of undergraduate brunette beauties who waxed my lance well and often. Weekend trips frequently found Karen and I in Spain or Italy to see the sights, eat well and bang away to our hearts’ content. But, in spite of all these extra-curricular activities, there was still unfinished Scottish business lurking in the north of England.
In my time at Cambridge, I had learned more about Ailsa from Karen. Though Karen described Ailsa’s sexual activity at the University of Edinburgh as “living like a nun,” I learned that she did have a boyfriend of sorts during her fourth year. So, while not a virgin, it was clear that only a lucky chap or two had had the pleasure of marinating their meat in her Scottish juices. Ailsa was interested in sex alright, but caution had apparently ruled much of her activity.
Karen, on the other hand, could claim no such virtue. Being somewhat insecure, my frivolous girlfriend had put her legs up for a good half dozen men, including a twenty year old beach bum on some Greek island or other who made a pastime of picking up British tourists and hosing them. This Greek sojourn, in fact, precluded the possibility of any anal sex with Karen, the beach bum having apparently spent a good hour brutally punishing her asshole with his fat healthy prick greased only with cheap Mediterranean olive oil.
Behaving uncharacteristically cheeky one day, I decided to fish out Karen’s address book and copy Ailsa’s address and phone number. My reward was to receive a valentine in return for the one I sent her. About two weeks later, much to my delight, Karen announced that Ailsa was coming to Cambridge for a weekend visit. Could I secure her a room at my college? Darn tootin’ I could!
The anxiously-awaited Friday arrived. Ailsa would be arriving by car around mid-day. The plan was for her to join Karen and me for tea that evening.
As Ailsa’s little red car swung around corner of the narrow one way street and stopped in front of Trinity’s main gate, I popped open the passenger door and jumped in next to her. I was greeted with a big smile, a ‘Hiya’ and an open-mouthed wet kiss on the lips. My loins stirred, my time had come. Ailsa had arrived, and I was aching to make her sing like a set of bagpipes.
It had been all I could do over the past week to not flog my log in anticipation of the arrival of that most perfect set of Scottish ass cheeks. I wanted to have a full load, for Karen at least, but perhaps also for my lovely wee lass. I might even be satisfied just to get my paws on her ass and my mouth to her lily white breast.
I brought her weekend things to my digs temporarily and the two of us went to a nice Italian restaurant for lunch. We had a good meal washed down with Gavi and Barolo. I then suggested a tour of a few of the colleges, starting with my own. As we leisurely walked by the Cam, a light breeze lifted Ailsa’s red skirt, exposing a white petticoat (or slip as we call them). The moment was perfect. I moved to catch her skirt’s upward lift, my hand just touching her highly prized backside. She turned to me with a sweet smile as my left hand guided her closer to me. Our lips locked and we kissed intimately for nearly a minute.
“Karen will be here in a couple of hours,” I said plaintively.
“Just time enough to take our pleasure,” Ailsa replied.
With this I hurried her across the nearest footbridge, through the gates of Trinity and up to my flat. My mind, already dizzy with the thought of my cock launching deep into her body, further reeled when, just as we passed under an archway, she got up on her toes, pulled my shoulder towards her and whispered in my ear in her musical, Scottish brogue, “Are ye looking forward to giving me a proper shagging, David?”
Going up to my flat, I was mesmerized by Ailsa’s backside as she ascended the stairs in front of me. I relished the thought that in ten minutes my ball sack would either be slapping into Ailsa’s chin or the glorious white ass cheeks of my pretty Scottish fuck-doll-to-be. In my room I eyed my bed where my wee lass would soon be on her back with her toes to the ceiling.
As we kissed passionately, the phone on my desk rang, its shrillness breaking our lip lock. As the old phone did not have an answering machine and this was before the days of voice mail, I knew I’d better answer it. Wishful thinking said perhaps it was Karen calling to say that she could not join us until Saturday. It was Karen alright, calling from a wine shop that was a mere fifteen minutes away! Did we need anything in particular? “Two bottles of champagne—non-vintage is fine,” I replied.
I hung up the phone and told Ailsa the alarming news. “Time to cut to the chase,” I urged.
“Aye,” replied Ailsa. “How do you want me?” she teased, lifting her skirt and white silk petticoat enough to expose her now wet, white cotton knickers.
I turned her around so she faced my bed. Placing her hands on the bed’s footboard, I grabbed her hips and drew canlı casino her back towards me and away from the bed. Ailsa was now leaning forward with her gorgeous ass jutting out, just where I wanted her. If I was to have only one crack at her, I wanted to see those pillowcakes bounce. This was not the romantic scene I had hoped for, but Ailsa showed no sign of disappointment.
I whipped her skirt up onto her back and quickly drew up the silky white slip to expose her knickers. Ailsa kicked out of her shoes and I snapped her panties down for my first look at her exquisite ass cheeks. I pushed her legs further apart, lifting her butt cheeks. Her pink, rosebud-like anus peaked out at me as did her snatch which was accentuated by fine, fur-like blond hair. I wasted no time assaulting her succulent fruit with my mouth and tongue, lapping and sucking on her passion-filled mango-like pussy with total abandon. She tasted great and the way she moaned and wiggled her hips aroused me even more.
As much as I was enjoying this, it was time slip my blood-bulged muscular penis into her glorious Scottish slit. I whipped off my shirt and dropped my lightweight wool trousers to the floor. My rod stood proudly at a 45 degree angle to my stomach. Barolo in my veins notwithstanding, there would be no trouble ‘keeping wood’ on this occasion.
Lifting her right ass cheek just enough to open her quim, I took my young, sensitive, pulsating cock between my right thumb and index finger and pushed its neatly circumcised head into the front chamber of her cunt. Grabbing her hips with both hands I pulled her ass back towards me and thrust my loins forward with one powerful stroke. Ailsa let out a gasping squeal and right away I began a vigorous thrusting action, pointing my pole first to the right, then to the left, then a straight back shot to the center. I was determined to explore every crevice of her barrel that I could punch my way into while at the same time working up a good, loud, audible slap as my loins hit her beautiful backside.
Ailsa instinctively turned her head to the right and turned her face back towards me. In her modesty she kept her eyes closed while making sure I could see her pretty face if I chose. Fact is, I was mostly concentrating on the sight of my vein-bulged rod disappearing and then reappearing from between the cleavage of her ass cheeks.
Ailsa cooed, “Do me, David. Make it good, oooh, uuugh!” as my thrusts rhythmically forced the air out of her lungs. It occurred to me that if I hoped to make my cock a regular visitor in Ailsa’s soft, warm, wet, velvet sheath, I’d better at least try to give the poor girl an orgasm and not just selfishly pound away until my nuts popped.
With this thought I withdrew from her wetness, spun her around and lifted her onto my bed, flat on her back. Pushing the petticoat out of the way I slipped my middle finger into her pussy and massaged the soft pad just inside and on the roof of her tight passage. Simultaneously I rapidly flicked my tongue up and down her clit, making sure to apply continuous pressure with my strong tongue. She had a glorious peach fuzz mound, a neatly trimmed, blonde, triangular beard and a nice high pubic bone in whose firmness I delighted. I felt like I was in a pornographic Jane Austin movie, or perhaps Little Women.
I kept up my attack for about three minutes, making sure not to vary my actions too much so as not to break her concentration, and then she sang, “AHHH—–OH!” Her hips bucked up in the air as her cunt muscles clamped around my finger.
Reassured by my rapid success, I moved up for a close look at her now reddened face. “Awesome, babe. You’re so sweet,” I whispered to her. “Now I’m going to really fuck you.”
Ailsa nodded her head. “Aye,” she said softly. “You can have as much as you like.”
“Let’s not waste any more time, then, sweet buns,” I replied. I was rewarded with the sweetest, lust-filled smile I think I’ve ever seen.
I slid her skirt and petticoat off and undid her blouse and bra. After pausing only briefly to admire her firm, pale, B cup breasts (I wasn’t here for a set of tits), I flipped her over onto her stomach. Now her body was naked, completely exposed. Her pussy and ass were all mine and I was going to beat the daylights out of them both.
Ailsa spread her legs a little and jutted her ass up in the air just a touch. Supporting my weight with my left arm, I used my right hand to slip my cock into her slippery slit. Ailsa’s open vulva gave me a warm welcome, but I could still feel her walls stretch as I easily sunk my eager prick into her love box.
Ailsa gasped and moaned. I found that if I dove deep, an occasional good hit to her cervix produced a little yelp and a look of ecstasy on her tender, sweet face. She had again pushed her hair back so I could see the right side of her face and I turned my head to the right a little so I could see as much of her face as possible.
I looked down periodically to see my cock diving into the pronounced cleavage of her cherubic cheeks. kaçak casino Her tender young ass flattened under the force of my strokes like a bit of bread dough thrown against the wall, then resiliently sprang back into its natural globe-like quality.
And perhaps the most glorious part of all – the concerto of SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, accompanied by the creaking bed springs and complimented with gasps and long moans, interrupted only by my sweet Ailsa’s need to get some air back into her lungs. This was indeed music to my ears, and best of all, the chorus wasn’t produced by the two trashy European sluts that I had fucked in Brussels the previous December. This sweet refrain came from my lovely and classy wee Scottish lass, Ailsa.
Suddenly, I was jolted back to reality by someone trying to open the bolted exterior door to my loft. Since I was transfixed with the sounds of the pounding that I was giving my wee Ailsa, I had not heard anyone coming up the last few stairs of the spiraling interior staircase as I usually would have. There was no knock, and no knock meant it had to be Karen. I stopped my banging in an instant, whispered to Ailsa to keep still and listened intently as my genitals soaked motionlessly in her vaginal bath.
I could feel Karen’s frustration as she knocked on the door. I knew she couldn’t get in but the situation was disarming nonetheless. I was overcome with a strange, evil pleasure knowing that Karen was standing only 14 feet away, having traveled to Cambridge to see me after a hard week at work, and there I was with my bare cock buried in her friend’s snatch.
As I heard a clearly peeved Karen descend the stairs, I re-initiated our fuck session with a slower, more deliberate grinding into Ailsa’s hindquarters, savoring the sensation in my loins. Eventually my cock began to dart in a lively fashion and I picked up the pace as well as the vigor of my thrusts. When my balls tensed and jerked in their sack as if subjected to small jolts of electricity, I instinctively buried my cock as deep as possible, the engorged head pressing against her cervix. I froze to enjoy the moment as a hot wave of semen blasted its way down my shaft to fill Ailsa’s cunt.
It felt like my dick had turned into a ten thousand watt light bulb as wave after wave of hot electrical current shot through my cock and balls. Not being particularly religious I said in a higher voice than usual, “OH God, YESSSSSSSS!” My contractions continued for another fifteen seconds as millions of years of evolution made sure that my darling Scottish lass got her barrel filled with every last drop of my milky white semen.
I slowly withdrew my ultra sensitive, post-orgasmic penis out Ailsa’s slippery pussy and slapped her ass with it, a few drops of semen landing on her lower back. I had done it. I had fucked ‘Ailsa the Scot’, and man was it good. Her treasured assets were mine!
I rolled Ailsa over onto her backside. “Can you take a little more humping darling?” I whispered in her ear. “I do want you thoroughly fucked.”
“Oh, Aye! For you, love, anything,” she rolled in her Borders accent.
As I eased myself on top of her, I gently lifted her head just off the mattress and her legs fell open in classic missionary position. I slipped my pole back in her slippery, cum-filled muffin and with sharp thrusts began to beat some more air out of her. I put nearly my full weight on her delicate frame and affectionately held her head with my right hand, occasionally letting it fall back so I could gaze into her pretty blue eyes and kiss her lips.
After ten minutes of passionate grinding, my semen boiled up again, my cock and balls melting into her with the intense rush created by my powerful and rapid contractions. I dismounted quickly and switching into panic mode, raced for the shower to soap down and de-scent my groin. Ailsa sat on the toilet for a few minutes, her legs wide open, mopping out her messy cunt with several helpings of tissue paper.
Not five minutes after we dressed and unlocked my doors, Karen came in looking put out and suspicious. I put one of the bottles of champagne she brought on ice and we all went out for the obligatory tea and scones. All afternoon and evening Ailsa glowed, smiled and laughed. We traded frequent knowing glances, being careful no to be too obvious.
That night I enjoyed champagne and a nice supper at a French restaurant with my two companions. Later, Karen went back to my digs alone to await my return while I walked Ailsa to the room that I had arranged for her in Whewell’s Court. Taking advantage of the little time we had, Ailsa and I kissed passionately just outside her room where I also took the opportunity to aggressively massage her cherubic ass cheeks, a pair of ripe melons that I knew I would be visiting again. Kissing once more, we parted until morning.
That night as I lay in bed with Karen’s lips and tongue affectionately curled around the head of my cock, I wondered at how she had no idea that a few hours earlier, the cock and balls that she now so adoringly licked, had achieved such immense pleasure exploring the erotic treasures of her seemingly innocent friend. After a good fifteen minutes of intense fucking with Karen, I drifted off to sleep, thinking of my upcoming plans for my precious wee Ailsa.
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