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Life of a Young Woman, College Age  

AlyTal 31M/28F  
268 posts
6/4/2021 6:10 pm
Life of a Young Woman, College Age

This turned out to be longer than I thought it would. Sorry. I will put an asterisk line across the page below where certain activity in the subject actually starts so you can skip the first part that you may not be interested in. If you are short on time, etc. read the next paragraph below to get the subject, and then scroll down until you see the asterisk line and begin reading at that point. Just trying to be helpful to friends who are short on time like I always am. // Tallie

Sometimes I think it is only natural for many of us to get new ideas from the better experiences of others, and that's OK with me because I do pay attention to things my friends like to do, or not. Sometimes in the earliest, silly games of finding our sexuality, or enhancing our sexuality, it is fun to “offer information” about ourselves and what we enjoyed, what we did, what we may still think about or want to do again. One of the games is called “Have you ever…?” which each of us in the game must answer truthfully, yes or no. In such games there always seems to be the typical question… “What is the most outrageous thing you have ever done?” A lot of people are pretty shy about answering that, but I suspect those who do answer truthfully find themselves gaining better, cool, sexier, personal friendships that can turn into special friendships. So here I go again being curious about the experiences of others to see if I am missing something. In such blog country as this it is naturally always give and take, so I will tell you one of my most outrageous things, and I hope others will chime in to tell me about their most outrageous sexual experience. So here goes, and don't worry out there, I always change the name(s) of the guilty. LOL

One of my most outrageous sexual experiences was when I was 20 years old during the summer before my senior year at the Univ. of Hawaii. It was right about the time I was beginning to pay more attention to the teasing of older men, the way they teased me in such a manner that only older men can get away with. At the end of my junior year I had already developed a “closer friendship” with one of my professors who had recently been divorced, a lightly bearded handsome man in his late 40s, (Well he was almost 30 years older than me, but it is OK if you older guys need to laugh. lol) I had actually known him for a long time as a friend of my family, since I was a monster , and I had always liked him as a cool guy. He told good jokes. He would turn around suddenly and wink at me when he knew I was looking at his butt. lol He would pick up the check half the time when our families would get together on outings. He always spoke to me as an equal, and I liked that. He was a cool guy. After I started to college where he taught science courses he would whistle at me when he saw me on the side walk. His joke was to walk in a covy of male students, and whistle at me loudly, and then shrug his shoulders like “I didn't do it” when the male students whistled after he did. He was a good guy, and I liked him.

Over the first three years of college our friendship grew closer, and once in awhile he would invite me to happy hour, just the two of us, and because I knew him well, I trusted him, he was a friend of the family, he was handsome as hell with half the girls on campus trying to catch his eye, and that boosted my self esteem because I was the one he paid attention to, he made me feel pretty, so I would jazz him along jumping on his back piggyback style and he would carry me to his jeep, and we would go to his favorite little bar on the other side of the island near the Pearl Harbor gate. As we walked into the bar I would usually think something like “I'm a big girl now, walking into a bar with a handsome older man who will treat me like a lady, his equal.” When that happened my brain would start fizzing with a lot of other thoughts that sort of confused me, but it was fun. In the bar he would introduce me to the bartender and others as his , and THAT really made my brain fizz. The first time he did that he whispered his reason to me, “That's to keep the wolves at bay sweetie. There are a lot of working girls that come in here later and some of these guys are here to wait for them to arrive. It just saves some potential misunderstandings.” I thought that was very thoughtful of him, but then he had me wondering what is a “?” lol When I found out what a is it made me wonder if he went to that bar for certain other reasons, but… nah, he was an upstanding married guy and he wouldn't do THAT.

About the third or fourth time we went to that bar I asked him, “If I wasn't your would the other men in here think I might be a ? He laughed, and assured me I was way far above being mistaken for a , and that the men would be confused by my presence if I was in the bar alone. Then he told me a joke that I can't remember. It was about spring time when I stopped riding him piggyback, because he seemed to want to hold my hand as we walked. That was cool too, and I liked it. A little while before school was out we walked with our arms around each other, but never on campus or anyplace where our associates might see us. Over the bar table we started looking into each others eyes, and we talked in a quieter tone of voice, whispering our thoughts. The week before school was out he parked the jeep at Manhattan Beach, and we went for a walk in the sand. When we returned from our walk he caught my arm as I was about to get in the jeep, and the next thing I knew we were kissing, softly at first, and then more passionately, and then it became more aggressive, more hungry, more wanting by both of us. Then he took me home, and I was more confused than ever.

The very next morning on campus he whistled at me from a distance away, and he pointed to the jeep and held up four fingers. I knew it meant four o'clock, and I gave him thumbs up and nodded my head. All day long, through all of my classes, my mind was fizzing like crazy, and my nipples were tingling, and my panties were getting wetter with each class. I almost ran out of my last class, and down the steps, and across the grass, and when I got to the jeep he was already there. He spoiled my scheming little plan to perch myself on the jeep in a hopefully sexy pose that would cause him to look at me the way I wanted him too. That day we didn't go to the bar. He drove right on past the bar and down the way westward where there was a no tell motel. I am not sure how he did it but he already had the room key. As we climbed the steps to the second floor walkway he held my left hand with his left hand, and his right arm and hand was around me pulling me close to him. We climbed the stairs hip to hip, and it felt nice. It was a lot of the small things he did that always made me feel nice. In the room I responded to his question, “No, I am not a virgin, and I haven't been for awhile.” We enjoyed each other a number of times over four hours. After he would cum we would rest, and then I would suck him up again. The last time I rode his cock as hard as I could take it, and then he flipped me over and rammed me even harder. When I came the last time he had me squirming and squealing and pushing up as he was taking me deeper than I had ever had. After we showered we continued to rest on the bed naked, and that was when he told me about he and his wife's plans to divorce. The paperwork of their mutual agreement had already been filed, and he asked me if I would help him celebrate. Celebrate how?

We delayed the celebration because he had an idea that coincided with plans that I had to attend a week long thesis seminar on the mainland at UCLA. In the meantime, to stay on the down low I continued to date other guys just as he did with a couple of other women of his acquaintance. He and my Dad were drinking buddies, and THAT was not something to fool around with if you know what I mean. As the typical starving student I still lived at home, and Thursday night was Ladies Night at the clubs downtown, and to keep my parents from being to nosy I pretended to go out with my girl friends on Thursdays, and I saved Saturday nights with my best fuck buddy (supposedly spent with college friends) at the no tell motel. My parents never caught on to my schlepping around. I felt like such a grown up woman, lol, to know I had been successful in hiding my activities with the actually second older secret male friend, an actual friend of the family, after first meeting discreetly with a man who had ultimately moved back to the mainland after I had been fucking him for six months when I was 17.

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When the time came in August for my professor friend and I to get on the plane we did it separately in case anyone who knew us was watching, but with seats adjacent to each other as he had arranged. I had told my family the seminar would last for two weeks at UCLA, and the second week was an outside lab, don't call me I'll call you, yada yada yada. After we landed we went to a large motorcycle shop, and we rented a huge Harley Davidson bike, a 1200 cc Dual Glide, monster whatchacall it. We rented helmets with built in short wave radios that allowed us to talk to each other easily while going down the highway, and we took off for the big motorcycle rally at Sturgis, South Dakota that was scheduled for the following week. (I forgot to mention he owned a big bike back on the island and was a pretty good rider, and I felt safe with him.) He had it all planned out to take the scenic route on the smaller less traveled state highways, and we never got on the interstate. For part of the way he was shirtless, both of us laughing like crazy from the more/less admiring looks we got from people along the way with me topless in a thong bikini and hugging up against his back closely when people were to close. I kept a tank top stuffed in his back pocket in case I needed to grab it to cover up but that was never actually required in an emergency situation. I was 98% naked for a good part of the way and only covered up when I was concerned that my industrial strength sun lotion was maybe not working well enough. When we would stop for lunch or in the evening to check into a motel he would drive us around behind a big truck or building so I could get dressed before checking in, which was never more than cut offs and a tank top, but always barefoot.

We arrived Sturgis, SD on the second day of the rally. It had already begun, and the place was already packed with bikers, biker babes, with literally hundreds of smaller and larger machines making more noise than a flight of Strategic Air Command Bombers. It was loud, and boisterous to say the least, and the empty beer cans were nearing knee deep. We met up with three other couples, his friends that he already knew and had made arrangements with to share the cost of a cabin over in the Black Hills with sufficient capacity to sleep eight people. That night and continuing through the course of the week there was more sexual activity going on in that cabin than at the Bunny Ranch. lol The night it was just he and I together, but the second night we had a quick and quiet conversation about our boundaries, and we found out we didn't have any to speak of. lol The second night one of the other couples climbed the ladder to our loft and just crawled in with us, and he nor I hesitated for a second. That was the real beginning of one of the craziest weeks of my life. I had sex with a guy named “somebody” every day, lol and at night it was our cabin mates wanting to play with us, and mostly with me. During that crazy week I drank more beer and took more dick than I ever have in that short time span than any other time in my life to date. In the early evenings I won the wet T-shirt contest with the smallest boobs on stage, twice. lol
During a good part of the day I wore my brand new string bikinis that I had won in the Wet T-shirt contests, and most of that time I was topless. But… I quickly learned being topless you had to stay on the move, not stay in one place very long, because there were way to many drunk bikers. If to many men were beginning to come in the door we would go out the back and get on the bike, and away we would go to the other end of the street. We always went in/out the back doors because walking in the front doors actually was rather dangerous for me. As long as we were on the bike moving it was cool, and we always left town for the cabin in the Black Hills before it got very late, and that was fine with us because the couples at the cabin, and especially the girls, were knock down, lovely tits in our face, heart attack class, with two out of the other three being nicey spicey, bisexually scrumptious. From both men and women I had more sex in that cabin than anyplace else on earth at that time of my life, and I very much enjoyed being the young toy every night of both men and women. My family friend professor couldn't get his eyes full enough of what he brought to the party, but during the whole time he made sure I was safe and comfortable enough. I fucked almost anybody he wanted me to, his friends, their women, and a couple of times their friends. I enjoyed every bit of it, and have never regretted any of it. Except… for the short time it took to get back to the island. At the end of the week there was no way I could ride that bike all the way back to LA. I was sore, and walking funny. I had to take a plane back to LA and wait for the professor to catch up. By the time I was back on the island I was OK with no continuing soreness. The main difference was… my mind was FULL of three dimensional, colorful, scenic images flooding the nerve endings of my body, which caused my pussy to practically soak my panties every day. I honestly couldn't think of anything else I wanted to do sexually… and then I met a young sailor, a young Navy officer named Aly. A sailor? So what else is new in the islands? lol

Ok everybody, now it is your turn to chime in. What was something you did that was outrageous? You can supply your own definition of the word

(curtsy)
Tallie


forgotforgetting 55M
7980 posts
6/8/2021 9:02 am

A very daring and sexy story. Thank you for sharing.

“Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.”
― Oscar Wilde


AlyTal 31M/28F  
129 posts
6/8/2021 6:45 pm

forgetforgetting... I'm watching for your experiences too. I know you have them. LOL // Tallie


forgotforgetting 55M
7980 posts
6/9/2021 12:43 pm

    Quoting AlyTal:
    forgetforgetting... I'm watching for your experiences too. I know you have them. LOL // Tallie
Nothing that would be as engaging. Part of the reason I'm on the site is to see how the other half lives.

“Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.”
― Oscar Wilde


AlyTal 31M/28F  
129 posts
6/9/2021 2:39 pm

To check out the other half... sometimes all you have to do is... roll over LOL // Tallie


forgotforgetting 55M
7980 posts
6/10/2021 8:18 am

LOL. Noted.

“Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.”
― Oscar Wilde


PabloC454 57M
21 posts
6/12/2021 5:20 am

In a commuter train out of London Victoria station. It was packed. We were face to face and with the press and the shuddering of the train we were inevitably grinding. She said "Its not fair". so I oukked our raincoats together and whispered to her to unzip my trousers and pull my cock out. Then I told her to slide her dress up. I slipped into her so easily and the feeling was so wickedly pleasureable we missed our stop by three stations and had to go all the way back


AlyTal 31M/28F  
129 posts
6/18/2021 1:45 pm

    Quoting PabloC454:
    In a commuter train out of London Victoria station. It was packed. We were face to face and with the press and the shuddering of the train we were inevitably grinding. She said "Its not fair". so I oukked our raincoats together and whispered to her to unzip my trousers and pull my cock out. Then I told her to slide her dress up. I slipped into her so easily and the feeling was so wickedly pleasureable we missed our stop by three stations and had to go all the way back
PabloC... Wow!!! Good for you, and her I was on a train once from Heathrow, had no idea where we were going, or even after we got there, and was double lost on the next leg, but somehow we got back to Heathrow, don't know how, the saga of a mountain/island girl in the big city. LOL Thank you for chiming in // Tallie


justme51 70M
1746 posts
7/13/2021 3:55 am

What a wonderful story of your college professor. I to have use the line this is my Dau also. My most memorable young lady was my Dau child hood best friend.

One can never have enough fun-private mail on my blog.


socalifun1 60M
21 posts
7/15/2021 8:13 pm

I heard that the rallys can get crazy. I have spokne to people that have gone there. You just confirmed it once again. Memories!


rakordubro 55M  
26 posts
11/10/2021 2:13 pm

In the UK, all the real forests are literally owned by the Queen. I took my newlywed wife into one and we had sex in the Queen's forest. It started raining lightly halfway through, but in England you don't stop important things for a little (or even a lot of) rain.

Not nearly as outrageous as yours, but I don't have the advantage of being a superhot bisexual.

Nothing changes faster than the speed of love.
- Rush


AlyTal 31M/28F  
129 posts
11/11/2021 11:04 am

    Quoting rakordubro:
    In the UK, all the real forests are literally owned by the Queen. I took my newlywed wife into one and we had sex in the Queen's forest. It started raining lightly halfway through, but in England you don't stop important things for a little (or even a lot of) rain.

    Not nearly as outrageous as yours, but I don't have the advantage of being a superhot bisexual.
rakordubro... Making whoopee in the rain sounds nicely interesting regardless of who owns the forest. LOL I went to one of the castles once on a week end lark and they wanted 2 pounds to walk through on the forest trail to watch and photo the Queen's deer. I was a typical starving student so my friend and I stayed in the A/C on the bus because it was so hot. I got laid quite nicely on the bus when everybody else was out there sweating with the deer. LOL


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