Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 18

Staring me directly in the eye, Sandie reached behind her and undid the zipper at the back of her skirt. She let the garment drop to her feet and stepped clear, by stepping towards me. There, in the shaded lamp, she was totally naked before me, for the very first time. At that moment, I realised I had been horribly unjust in thinking her ‘fat.’ She was NOT fat; she was not really even plump. She was just a larger than average lady, who’s body was perfectly proportioned for her size. I scanned up and down, from head to foot, back to head, taking in her form, her face, her breasts, her hips, her thighs, calves, and feet. I drank in her nakedness, at the heart of which was her flaming red pubic bush. I was transfixed.

Sandie started fidgeting. I realised I was staring and making her feel uncomfortable. “Wow,” I exclaimed. I stood and engulfed her in my arms and leaned down to kiss her. She relaxed and accepted my kiss. I swung her round and pushed her gently down onto the bed. I wanted to make love with her, there and then, but I am not blessed with the ability to maintain an erection after cuming, or the ability to get hard again straight away, so I knew it would be a little while before I could rise again. Instead, I parted her thighs and dropped to my knees between them on the pillow where she had been before. I parted her pubes to find her cleft and started licking up and down her outer lips. Sandie placed her hands on the back of my head and guided my mouth to the apex of her sex so I could suck and lick her clitoris, making her gurgle with joy. As her excitement level increased, her lips parted to reveal her fleshy inner labia, which I sucked between my teeth and nibbled gently on, before returning to her clit.

When Sandie had said she orgasmed easily, she was not kidding. After just a few minutes of my mouth work, she was again on the verge of cuming. Her hips began to buck on the bed, and she crushed my head between her thighs, whilst forcing my face against her vulva, making it hard for me to breathe. She too held her breath for a good twenty seconds or so, as the orgasm took over her body, before relaxing her grip on me slightly, allowing me to surface enough to draw breath. Once again, I knew I could not take full credit for her enjoyment, but boy, did it feel good to be a part of it.

After only a very brief recovery period, Sandie was tugging at my remaining clothes, my trousers, and underpants, to remove them. I stood and helped her get them off, dumping them on the floor behind me, along with my socks. I rummaged in my coat pocket and retrieved the packet of Durex I had secreted there and headed back to the bed. Sandie beckoned me to her and took the packet from me, removed one and placed it on the bed beside her. She reached out and took my penis in both of her hands. Using a sort of rolling motion, she bought me back to full hardness. Then, opening the foil packet, she positioned the rubber on the tip of my bared glans and rolled it down the length of my shaft. This in itself was very stimulating and made me shudder with pleasure, making Sandie chuckle.

The rubber firmly in place, Sandie lay back, parted her thighs, and reached out her spread arms to me in invitation. As I moved between those thighs, not that easy on the narrow single bed, she reached out for my rubber clad cock with one hand, whilst parting her pubic hair and vaginal lips with the other. I eased my body towards her, and she guided me to her entrance, which was still well lubricated from the previous oral stimulation.

With the rubber covered tip of my rampant cock nestled into the waiting portal to her vagina, Sandie moved her hands to my arse cheeks, drawing me into her. I slid in easily and our pubes met. I dead sticked for a few moments, to allow myself to overcome the immediate feeling I was going to cum. Back under control, I reached over Sandie’s head and grasped the crossbar of the metal bedstead, to keep my upper body weight off her. Now comfortably coupled, I started to slide in and out of her, slowly at first, but gradually increasing the pace.

Sandie pulled her feet up towards herself, her heels almost touching her bum. This adjustment must has bought some part of me into contact with her clitoris, as now as I stroked, she would chant “Oh yes…Oh fuck or, yes, right there!” In rhythm to our motion.

The earlier wank she had given me was doing the trick and keeping my orgasm at bay, but I still would not last for ever. As we headed towards our individual climaxes, Sandie begged, “Bite my tits!” (This became a feature during our fucking). I lowered my face, but could not quite reach her breasts, until she used her hands to lift them to me. I sucked the supple flesh of her breasts between my teeth and gently bit down. She admonished me, “Harder. Nipples, Harder!” I was terrified I was going to cause her injury but, as before, she relished the pain; afterwards, there were distinct bite marks and bruises on her breasts, but she did not care.

Sandie’s orgasm broke as it had previously. Her body stiffened, her thighs convulsed, and she gave a stifled groan. This time, there was also a distinct gush of wetness at the junction of our bodies. That was it for me and with a similar grunting and stiffening, I gushed my semen into the rubber sheath. My arms gave way, and for a brief moment my full body weight fell onto the prostrate Sandie, making her grunt. She pushed me clear, relieving the crushing, but also requiring me to withdraw my cock from her vagina. Fortunately, the rubber stayed in place without added assistance.

We lay quietly recovering, me with my face now resting lightly on her lower belly, just above her mound. I idly toyed with her bush, twirling the curls in my fingers. Sandie broke the silence, “Titus, I have to pee.” Ahhhh…Logistical problem that had not occurred to me before. Male only accommodation block, no ladies' toilets! She would have no choice but to use the communal facilities. I was now certain it was only Paddy and I ‘at home,’ and it was the early hours of the morning, so the risk of discovery was low.

I got up, slipped on my trousers, and went out into the corridor to confirm all clear. When I returned, Sandie had put on her coat over her nudity and slipped into her shoes. I took her hand and directed her to the bogs. I switched on the lights, and she took in the layout of the room; the WC stalls, the full height urinals, and the hand wash basins next to them. With an evil glint in her eye, she headed straight to the urinals, unbuttoned and opened her coat and thrust her hips forward. I genuinely thought she was going to stand there and piss in the urinal, but after a few moments of mock straining, she turned to me, grinning, waggled her fingers to say “No,” and headed for one of the stalls. To be honest, I was a bit disappointed, I would have liked to have watched that. As she tinkled, I went to a urinal, relieved myself too and washed up. I waited for Sandie to finish, then we scurried back to the room.

When we were locked back in, Sandie grabbed one of Garth’s baggy tees, that was airing on the radiator, sniffed it to make sure it was clean, slipped it on and climbed into bed, silently telling me she was staying for the rest of the night. I disrobed and joined her. I would love to say we slept soundly, in post coital bliss, until dawn. But the truth is, the bed was far too small and uncomfortable for the two of us, so we both slept fitfully. But it was my first after sex sleepover, so I was not going to complain.