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Posting Date	2010-03-24 21:26:31
Author	Lynridskinrid
Title	The third year of College Part 5 . You really want a smacked bum ?
Category	tried bizar sex
Where it happend	oxford
Age then	20
Age now	25
Gender	FEMALE
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The third year of College Part 5 . You really want a smacked bum ?

The third year of College Part 5 . You really want a smacked bum ?


Confronted with the 32 FF Chest of Cecelia , I was astounded , like the small child looking at the trees in the Sequoia national park , I never knew they grew that big . I didn’t realise the problems either , buy a Bikini you need a size 16 up top and a 10 bottom ( 12 and 8 US sizes ) so you have to but two , Bras are industrial strength under-wired with thick straps . The more I talked to her , the more I realised that bigger assets are a fantasy that I don’t need .


I had quickly redressed at her room , and we had got all the frustration out . I don’t know what came over me , she said , I just wanted it . I had felt the same . It was a genuine case of lust at first sight . She was in pants , and bra . Her tattoos were not the discrete little scorpion or flower that some girls at school had emblazoned on their buttocks , but these were full on brightly coloured ones , a snake along her arm the tail at her shoulder the mouth back from her wrist . She could wear long sleeves ant it would not be on show . She then had a Celtic symbol following the top curve of her buttocks .


I was looking at the snake . Do you like it , she asked . yes , it is artistic , but I don’t personally want one . I threw that in case she had a friend who did them . I think it loses you points in the job market , I said . Not if you are brilliant , she replied , with a confidence that I admire but never emulate . I expect with the right bra and blouse , any man interviewing her wouldn’t notice if she was carrying a full size lion as a handbag .

Thanks for that she said , I needed the sex . Have you always , been , …. I was running out of words . I didn’t quite know how to put the word lesbian . Gay !she said . Yes , that was the word I needed , I was still uncertain though , so repeated the word , , gay ?. No! she replied , I was a normal girl next door girl until I was thirteen . Oh no a girl next door , Jenny lives next door to me . was expecting a sort of I preferred to play with girls story , but she had had a monumental crush on a teacher . She went starry eyed and started to say , our Music teacher , I still think about her . I was a day border , and the School was religious funded so we had more than our fair share of Nuns teaching and that alone reduced the chance of any Lesbian crushes , the male teachers were all aged , paunchy , and bald , so any sexual thoughts were non starters , as far as I was concerned .

She and I Stayed post coitial for a couple of hours chatting , she put the door open , so anyone walking past could join us ,. She thought that two girls locked in a room may get a reputation for sensual play . I knew that we both had endless work to do , and I had a couple of outside distractions , The golf , and the martial arts . I always thought the martial arts prepared your brain better to accept and process the vast amount of information that is presented to it .

We agreed though that there would be occasions that mutually we could relieve each other’s frustrations , when we needed a release . Over that year I expect we helped each other mutually about once a week , I was a little restricted contacting Jenny as she always seemed to be chatting to everyone on line and we had to take ages to get it together . Cecelia on the other hand was less than a hundred yards away .

Cecelia’s mother was Jamaican and her father English Caucasian . her mother had been mixed race , so Cecelia , was delicately brown , a latte coffee colour . She had very long hair originally and this lesbian rebel phase had caused the Annie Lennox look . The Tattoos had been well hidden at the entrance interview stage , and she had got a brilliant mind despite her rebellious streak .
If asked she didn’t actually regret the tattoos , but if pushed she would not have had them done now . I am glad my rebellion was much less permanent or obvious . She was conscious of those huge weighted melons hanging at a strain from her chest , and most of the time wore a Bereli sports bra with strengthening of epic [proportion . A short jog would give her painful muscles .
I had settled into a nice to play with , but not to carry around train of thought . these mounds of creamy brown flesh were capped by nipples to match the proportion of breast . These nipples erect were a inch long and three-quarters of an inch diameter and were a dark chocolate , the Aureole was over two inches diameter in the same matching rich shade . She had a habit of sucking on them herself , a most erotic sight , and she was the only person I have ever met who could mouth both nipples together , It was a bit of a struggle , but such an erotic sight . She would do it to tease me , as a token gesture , that they were hers , and she was to enjoy them not me .

Her attitude to sex was based on her vibrator collection , one of which was huge , although she was able to accommodate it , with apparent ease . She also liked to push in really hard , but when she took me she was so gentle ,and soft . I would lie naked on my bed and she would massage every inch of my body with those pendulous melons , pausing by my face to have them kissed , then resuming a swirling route across my stomach , then down along my legs . She loved me taking those huge chocolate nipples , I would suck and run my tongue around them , pulling hard and squeezing at the mass of creamy pale brown flesh .
The regular sex we had together was always a gentle affair , never rushed or frenzied , a cuddle wit extras , rather than a sweat coated wild attack on each other , We would sip a coffee and hold hands . It was a new experience , hand holding is a nice communication , a soft transfer of affection , we would then cuddle , arms around each other . I would let my hands wander , you couldn’t go far around her without meeting the melon twins . Once I felt the soft pliable flesh , I would unclip her , she normally wore a top and jeans , and favoured vest type tops . My hands soon found the stumpy target , and once those nipples felt fingers they would respond , I could play with them for hours whilst she contented herself in my panties stroking and probing te wet desperately hungry slit there , just waiting to eat all the fingers it could swallow .
I thought of Cecelia as comfort sex , Cuddle sex , go to sleep sex , and more that once we slept the night in each other’s rooms sharing the small single bed , but cuddled together like two spoons .

There is my introduction to Cecelia


Love Lynne