[Author's note: the characters and action follow directly from Ch. 1. You may wish to read it first.]
Maris's Adventures Continue
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"Oh my," I thought, "Why couldn't he just come?" I held Ted's heaving body lightly as he thrust into me. Endlessly. As always I was able to suppress my giggle when the term, "pencil dick" cruised through my mind, but the image stuck. I supposed that any cock would seem tiny after Eric's, and it just wasn't fair of me to compare. But still...
As I'd promised myself, I managed to be ecstatically filled by Eric's glorious penis, to have more truly wonderful sexual fun, several more times before we left Mobile.
My second adventure was the very next day, over Eric's lunch break. As Ted had two hours of unscheduled time between HIS fishing and HIS golf, I stuck the kids with him so I could "go shopping." He whined and wheedled of course, saying he wanted to nap, but I shamed him into it.
The Bay Experience was deserted when I walked aboard and quickly into the lifeguard's office. Eric - he was so sweet - had lit candles and incense, so the stark room was more appealing, even romantic. We fell into each other's arms and began kissing, though tentatively at first. For my part I was tingling, feeling almost shy, doubting that yesterday could really have happened. But as our lips became reacquainted, the same fire that swept me away the day before rekindled, then raged, and the wench who possessed me before returned and again fumbled with Eric's trunks.
Once that saucy hussy had her target in hand, she fell to her knees and tried to get as much as possible into her dainty but ravenous mouth.
Eric gently stroked my hair and murmured my name - I loved how it sounded on his lips - as I fellated him, and the brazen slut kept nursing on his cock as she got herself ready to be fucked by wriggling out of her shorts and panties. No commando today. I'd need the cotton crotch to stanch the deluge.
I noted particulars of Eric's wonderful penis I'd missed the day before, how it arced back towards his belly like a scimitar, and curved ever-so-slightly to his right. The large veins stood out and the blue contrasted beautifully with the pink pole and lovely purplish tip. His balls, large, precious orbs, felt spongy in my hand, and he definitely seemed to like how my tongue laved the spot where the shaft of his cock met the head. The big, sweet penis in my mouth grew even larger as I worked it, and I felt so very female, so affirmed, that I could make him even harder.
Eric lifted me, hands under my arms, and set me on the desk, which had been cleared of everything and had a soft blanket across it. When he eased me back, I shuddered as he spread my legs and I saw his eyes feast on my blossoming pussy. I was at first alarmed when he knelt between my thighs - Ted didn't do cunnilingus, saying it was messy and he didn't like how I tasted - but Eric's enthusiastically licking and slurping had me feeling better, less tense, even before he came up for air and said, "God, Maris, you taste SO wonderful!"
I thought I'd come, or maybe melt, just from the joy of hearing it, but I didn't, not until his tongue went back to work loving my clitoris, driving me insane. I don't know how he was able to breathe with my trembling thighs clamped so tightly around his head, but he managed, both for that orgasm and its big sister that followed close behind.
As he kissed his way up my body, rolling up my polo shirt as he went, I shivered in rapturous anticipation of what I knew was coming. He spent almost too long - is that even possible? - kissing, licking and sucking my breasts, and I almost came again. Finally, the saucy wench who took control of my voice yesterday visited again, and when she suggested it was time to fuck me, he did. Eric stood tall between my legs, put my ankles on his shoulders and rubbed his dripping cock's head along my slit.
"Ahhh!" the wench moaned in delight as he pushed his massive probe into her. The feeling of being splayed, plowed, just split apart, was as stunning as yesterday. Also like then, when his penis prodded my cervix he just let it soak, giving my vagina time to expand to accommodate him. When he first pulled back, my taught sleeve clung to him so tightly it felt like it was being extracted. As he eased his cock back home, back where it belonged, my insides were pushed apart, rearranged to accommodate him.
The images of ultrasounds I'd had when pregnant flashed in my brain, how the babies inside me just squished my innards aside and swelled my pelvis to make room as they grew. Instinctively I put my hand on my stomach as he began rhythmically sliding in and out, and found it was true. My belly bulged with each thrust and my hand could feel the head of his upward-arching, sword-like cock as it carved furrows in my body.
The marked pulling in and out on my labia minora dragged the hood of my clitoris up and down over its head. Knowing the boat was unoccupied, unlike yesterday Eric didn't try to muffle my impassioned cries. When he licked his thumb and began teasing my clit, it pushed me up to the crest, then over. Each time I got to the brink, Eric whispered ardently, "Come for me Maris, come for me." Remembering rule number one aboard ship - the lifeguards are always right and are to be obeyed - I followed the Head Lifeguard's orders. And came. Then, as if on a magical, erotic roller coaster, I cascaded gloriously down, only to be dragged to the summit again. Up and down, over and over. It was so marvelous that soon the only reasonable reaction was to begin weeping for joy.
Still Eric fucked me.
Finally orgasmed out, sated by countless comes to his command, I stilled his thumb, settled onto a rosy plateau, and became aware of other things. Soon after Eric picked up the pace, his pumping became less rhythmic, spasmodic, and finally he just locked his cock into me to the hilt.
I watched with delight and pride the rapturous, tortured look on his face as he tried to keep his eyes on mine when he came. Each time I felt the burgeoning of his penis, just before the gush of ejaculation, I put the muscles toned by my thrice daily Kegels to work and squeezed his cock with all my might. Each clutch extracted an immediate gasping, "Oh!" from his lips, simultaneous with the eruption from his cock. As I forced it to spurt time and again, I whispered, "Come Eric, come for me." Every time he obeyed my clenching command, I watched his eyes lose focus, sometimes flicker and close, then struggle back to find mine as the next glob was pulled up his shaft.
I had never felt so complete, so much a woman, as I did milking all the semen out of him. I continued squeezing his penis, maintaining the interval between his ejaculations, well after I no longer felt his jets squirting inside me. Wanting it all, I continued whispering my mantra and making his cock clench and throb, try to shoot, over and over, wringing out every last drop. Near the end his body begin to shake and quiver. Eric's eyes locked shut, his head bowed, he bit his lip, his torso trembled and curled toward me, and his voice broke as he finally gasped, "Oh God, Maris."
When at last he had finished, when I relaxed my vagina and let him be finished, my hands held his head, smoothing his hair as Eric gathered himself. When the heaving and trembling stopped, he shuddered, opened his eyes, smiled, took me in his arms and joyfully lifted me to him like I was a toy. I wrapped my legs around his waist and coddled his noble, chiseled, handsome face in my hands as we kissed. His fingers, embedded in my buttocks, felt as right, as simply perfect, as his penis did filling me completely. I wished the sweetness would last forever.
When his erection lost some tumescence, however, my tight, overstretched vagina popped him out and we both laughed. We continued laughing, touching and kissing as I wiped up the flood with the many tissues I had wisely put in my purse. I felt so connected to him that it seemed natural to catch a glob on my finger and lick it off while looking into his lovely blue eyes. His immediate answering kiss was sweet, loving and passionate simultaneously. After I'd fallen to my knees and sucked the last little dribbles of nectar from him, cleaned him with my mouth, we dressed, close to each other, touching and kissing. Sweetness of a different sort.
We had five minutes before I would risk discovery if I didn't leave, and we sat on the desk, holding hands, leaning on each other, hugging, kissing, and talking. Basking in the afterglow of the unspoken bond of intimacy that the rude knock had denied us yesterday. We talked of nothing in particular, often just making affectionate, purring sounds, though we did cover plans for the near future. He had a day off soon, and I would find a way that we could spend it together.
We parted reluctantly at the office door. After a final kiss I slipped out, and though the first mate saw me as I walked off the ship, his smirk bothered me not at all. I smiled slyly as my playful middle finger salute answered his leer. I was walking on air, in such bliss that I hadn't a care in the world. Plus, I'd arranged to see Eric again, late that night.
Ted's regular snores faded when I eased the hotel room door closed at midnight and went for a solitary walk on the beach. It was cool and peaceful, and I wandered aimlessly, trying to make sense of what was happening to me. How this fantastical adventure - delicious sex and head-over-heels infatuation with a wonderful new man - was continually evolving. How our torrid, frenzied coupling the first day was followed by slower, sweet love-making the second. How dearly I had loved being able to give Eric such pleasure as I squeezed all his cum out of him, and how girlish and thrilled I felt now that I would see him soon. I shivered, but not from the cold. By 12:30 I was at the prearranged spot, and shivered again when I heard the mellifluous voice whisper my name.
