Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 14

Sandie was now wriggling in my lap, her denim covered mound rubbing my rigid cock through my own trousers. She started to move her hips backward and forward, using me to stimulate herself. I was not complaining, the sensation was wonderful for me too. As her rocking motion increased, she demanded me to “Bite my tits. Bite my nipples!” wow, and she claimed inexperience.

Releasing my grasp on her breasts, I used my hands to work her top up, baring her tits to my mouth. It was quite dark by now, but my first sighting of her boobs was not disappointing. They were large, rounded and capped with dark, puckered nipples. As instructed, I took them back in my hands and in turn, sucked in, and lightly chewed and nibbled those nipples, drawing them out with my teeth.

Sandie’s rubbing was reaching fever pitch now, as she humped against my throbbing cock. I could feel my seed rising and was terrified that I was going to cum in my pants and make a fool of myself again. But before I did, to my astonishment, Sandie reached her climax. She threw back her head and shoulders and omitted a low, strangled scream, as her thighs jerked rhythmically against me several times. Her tits had been pulled from my mouth, but I continued to massage them with my hands, as her orgasm rippled through her. When the pleasure subsided, she slumped forward against me again, panting slightly and trapping my hands with their palms on her boobs.

In my, admittedly limited, experience I had no idea a girl could cum that quickly. All my research said it took time to get her there, and then it was not guaranteed to work a lot of the time. That was certainly what I had found in practice with the few females I had been with. After she had recovered for a few moments, Sandie sensed my confusion. Hugging me close, she told me that she had always been blessed with being very orgasmic and thanked me for the one she had just had. She found it amazingly easy to cum when masturbating, or during manual, oral or penetrative sex with a partner, especially if her breasts were being worked on at the same time; this could prove interesting, and she was no virgin either! Had I hit the jackpot?

All too soon, Sandie holstered her tits and tucked in her clothing. I assumed that was it for now, but no. Once she had made herself comfortable, she got off my lap and sat beside me on the coat. Grinning broadly, she reached down and started to massage my cock through my trousers. It had been rampant during her dry humping but had deflated slightly now. It quickly responded to her touch though and when she was satisfied it was fully erect again, she unbuttoned and unzipped me and worked my clothing down, just enough to leave my cock and balls free.

Smiling at me, she admitted she liked uncut penises best, more to play with. She started to work my foreskin up and down, spreading my leaking fluids over my engorged glans. Adding a twist to her hand motion, she pumped me more. The tip of her tongue peeked seductively from the corner of her mouth, giving the impression of intense concentration on what she was doing. I alternated between watching the arousing expression on her face, and the even more arousing sight of her hand working faster and faster on my cock.

I tried to hold back as long as possible (Reciting Boyle’s Law, Faraday’s Law, Lenz’s Law in my head, anything to try and delay my climax.) But five or six minutes of this was all I could stand. I warned Sandie I was about to cum. She increased her pace faster still, then at the last second, pulled my foreskin right back and pointed my dick away from her to my other side. She cooed softly with pleasure, as she watched me shoot several bursts of spunk onto the sandy bank beside me. “I love to watch a man cum” she said “…and I like them to cum on me too!” she finished; fact stored for future reference. Inexperienced? My arse!

With both of us sated, for the moment, we sorted our dress out and headed back towards the town centre. As soon as we cleared the dunes, we joined the promenade and oohed and ahhed at the seafront illuminations. We entered a pub, to use the facilities to clean ourselves up, but stayed for a couple of drinks before heading out to catch the last train back to our town.

I expected the train to be busy, with people heading home after the weekend, but we lucked in again, getting a compartment to ourselves, this time sitting closely together on one of the bench seats. As soon as the train pulled out of the station, we were at it again.Tongues duelling and hands all over each other.

With my coat draped over our laps, ostensibly to keep us warm, Sandie soon had my penis out again, leisurely stroking it. After giving her breasts a bit more attention, I joined her under the coat, undoing her jeans. She wriggled them down just enough to give me access to her panty clad mons. Working my fingers under the waistband of her knickers, I encountered a really dense pubic bush. I am not a lover of hairy fannies, but this one I had to see. I lifted the coat and pulled down her pants as much as possible and there it was a vivid red ‘ginger minge.’ I must have unconsciously said that out aloud because Sandie giggled and said “Yep, matching collar and cuffs. A natural born Ginger.” She was proud of her hair colour, top and tail. I kissed her quickly and said, “It’s fantastic.” A little white lie, but with the best of intentions, so no foul.

Dropping the coat back down, I fumbled my hand through the thatch, found her fanny lips and started to run my middle finger up and down her cleft. Sandie eased her knickers down a little further and parted her thighs more, allowing my finger to slip through into her interior. She was soaking wet with anticipation, as I set straight to finding and massaging her clitoral hood. My other hand groped under her top and bra and started pinching and pulling her nipples.

After a minute or two, I adjusted my lower grip, inserting a couple of fingers into her sopping vaginal opening and diddling her clitoris with my thumb. In combination, this had the desired effect. Sandie started to thrash her head from side to side and covered my hand on her tits with hers, begging for harder pinching and pulling of her nipples. I was scared that I was going to hurt her, but she relished the pain and came to another vocal orgasm, drenching my hand and her own pants with her fluids. During her spasms, she squeezed my cock unbelievably hard. I was scared she was going to really hurt me. I did not relish the pain, pain sucks.

She came down from her high and snuggled close to me, once again thanking me for giving her pleasure. I was still finding it hard to comprehend that it was me satisfying her like that, though I had to remind myself that it was really her own body’s gift reacting to being touched, rather than my prowess as a lover that was doing it for her. I wanted to keep making her cum though, and sought out her clitoris through her folds, but she pushed my hand away. “Stop. Too sensitive right now to continue.”

We sat in companionable silence for some time. We had had a few tense moments as we stopped at the intermediate stations, until we pulled away again, still alone in our compartment. We were covered up with the coat, but it would have been hard to have dressed to cover our exposed genitalia if someone had got in, and the compartment reeked of sex.

At the last stop, some 20 minutes before ours, a woman started toward us. I looked at her daggers as she reached her hand towards the door handle. It worked and she backed away and headed further up towards the front of the train.

With 20-minutes of guaranteed privacy ahead of us, I threw off the coat and made ready to go down on Sandie. But she was having none of it. I had just done her recently, so she said it was now my turn. She pulled my trousers and pants down off one leg and knelt on the floor between my knees. Oh…my…God! Was she going to suck me…give me my first blow job? Hell, yes, she was!

Time seemed to slow down for me as Sandie teased my, by now, shrunken penis back to life. With the excitement of what was about to happen, it did not take much teasing. I breathed deep and hard, trying to calm myself down, so as not to blow my wad the second she took me in her mouth. In slow time, she fully retracted my foreskin, leaving my engorged glans free for her to do with whatever she wanted. Sandie bowed her head towards my crotch, her eyes glaring up at me, a broad grin on her face again. Her long, pink, wet tongue extended and slowly licked the underside of my cock, taking in the sensitive frenulum that joined my foreskin to the glans. It felt like an electric shock ran through my cock. I orgasmed at once.

Huh? Except I did not, did I? Looking into it years later, I had probably experienced a ‘dry orgasm.’ All the sensations of cumming, but with no ejaculation. Go figure. Anyway. I was still hard as nails. Sandie’s tongue was still flicking around my bell end, oblivious to my turmoil. All was good.

Firmly grasping the base of my penis, Sandie started to lick and kiss the length of my shaft, frequently coming back to the sensitive tip, circling her tongue around the ring of my glans. Then slowly and seductively, looking up at me all the time, she bought her closed lips to the very top, over my urethra, which by now was leaking copious amounts of my pre-cum. Without pause, she proceeded to gradually open her lips, at the same time lowering her head; so that first the tip, then the whole of my bulging helmet was in her hot, wet mouth. I shuddered and groaned at the sensation.

Lower and lower she went, until her lips met her clenched hand on the bottom half of my cock. She later told me she had never tried deep throat oral, but that was the least of my worries then. At least half my length was planted between her lips, with the roof of her mouth and her tongue massaging me. Slowly she started to bob her head up and down, sucking her cheeks in on each up stroke, creating a vacuum, that felt like it was sucking my very soul out through my cock.

Despite my earlier actual, and later phantom, orgasms, I knew I was not going to last beyond a few minutes. I warned Sandie I would not take long. With her mouth still full of my penis, she nodded acknowledgement, and set about finishing the job, bobbing, and sucking harder, also adding hand stroking at the base, in tempo with her mouth. I held back, and held back, making the act last as long as possible, but as every man knows, there are limits to how much one can take in that situation. At the last moment I croaked “Now Sandie, now!” She quickly removed her mouth, aimed my cock away from her face (normally she said she would not do that, but we were effectively in public she told me later), but carried on jerking me frantically with her hand.

With an almost animalistic cry from me, my semen burst from my cock with, despite my earlier cum, a force I had never experienced before. It shot clear across the compartment, landing on the bench seat opposite us and onto the floor between the seats (my sincere apologies to whomever at British Rail had to deal with that one later, as I am sure we never got round to clearing it up ourselves.)

I had been on the verge of blacking out as I ejaculated and it took me a few minutes to recover my senses, by which time we were only a few more minutes away from our destination station. I hurriedly untangled my trousers and pants and pulled them back on. Sandie gave me a final flash of her ginger minge, as a parting gift, before she too adjusted her dress for our disembarkation.

Once we arrived, I walked Sandie home, to her parent’s house, which was only a five-minute walk from the station, before collecting my Bantam to ride back to base. No need to find a place for a wank that night, my cock was fully satisfied, for now.

The girls, Joyce and Sandie that is, came to ‘grab a grannie’ the following Thursday. It was quite frustrating being in such close proximity to Sandie, knowing that we had nowhere private to get jiggly. Garth and Joyce did however slope off early, presumably to his room. When I met him the next day, he was in a much better mood than he had been the previous week, so I assumed he had managed to dip his wick this time.