Again, I thought my ferry revels were ended, with Chapter 7. But, hardly had I begun to prepare for the next advanced English-language course, in Portugal, than I received an email from Sasha (see Chapters 4, 5 and 6), which read,: 'Norma desperate flood gates open can't think sleep work priaprick [sic] hand no use need you need in UK Alex USA can you go with return Spain?'
Well, you don't ignore a friend's request for sexual release, so an exchange of messages, and booking my travel to Portugal through Spain, ensured that we met on the ferry. And, without pausing for greeting, small talk or refreshment, we went straight to the cabin.
Hardly was the door closed than Sasha was ripping off her clothes, revealing that the knickers crafted by her mother were straining to contain a rampant organ. This was soon liberated, purple, shiny, flexing up and down with the blood pressure and the clenching of the muscles at the base. It is not a large cock but what it lacked in size it made up for in rigidity. It looked ready to explode.
Still without speech, but uttering little grunts and murmurs, Sasha launched herself at me, took me in her arms, shaking, humping at me with erratic pelvic thrusts. As I steadied her, she released me to fumble under my skirt. Down the back of my knickers and up under the cheeks to find my vestibule.
The touch of my vulva induced a series of staccato guttural noises, 'Uh, uh, uh, yes, yes, it's there, there, cunt, cunt, uh, uh, cunt.' Her pelvis bucked against me jabbing her erection against my thigh, until she thrust her penis up my knicker-leg and, gripping me tight, gasping and spluttering, ejaculated copiously into my fuzz.
Still trembling, hips still rocking back and forth, she hugged me hard and said, 'Norma, sorry, sorry, but thank, thanks.'
I said, 'Sasha, Sasha, my dear girl, there's nothing to apologise for. After all, I didn't exactly fight to prevent a knickerape. You know I'm here to try and give you some relief, and there's clearly a way to go yet, since that rod of yours shows no sign of shrinking.'
'Must be something wrong with my hormone balance. Ever since the first time I'm permanently hard and desperate to fuck.'
'Many of us have known that condition, my dear. Able to think of nothing but getting a cock in your cunt or a cunt or a bum for your cock. Not love-making, just fucking.'
'All those years of holding back and now I can't control myself.'
'And you've tried to ease it away yourself?'
'Five or six times a day, litres of milky fluid and not even temporary release.'
'Well, if you withdraw from my elastic and help me undress we can have a second go. Unless keeping me clothed would be more helpful.'
'Norma, I've dreamed, fantasised, visualised you nude for so long that if I don't see you naked soon I'll explode.'
She hastened to strip me, leaving me slimy with semen about my grizzled mons. As she embraced me again I said, 'That's about half a pint in my pants. But why didn't you contact Alex before she went away?'
'I know it's silly, but I was ashamed to use my mother this way. Oh, that's come out wrong, suggesting I'm not ashamed to use you...'
'My dear, I'm delighted you want to use me, and I agreed, remember. But Alex would surely love to help her loving daughter in any and every way, and this way would be special.'
'Perhaps you're right. I won't hesitate in future.'
'But now, you need to bury that boner somewhere. I'll lie down. Old ladies like me don't moisten as much as they did, but some of that gloop in my badgery barnet should get you in. Let the lust take you where you need to go.'