Wet Encounters

INTRODUCTION TO READERS

WET ENCOUNTERS

is a novel-length story of love, lust and betrayal that takes place on a tropical Pacific island during the second half of the twentieth century.

It's seventeen chapters pivot around a single event that takes place when two people are forced to take refuge in an abandoned cabin when they are cut off by rising floodwaters.

During the three nights they spend together, they discover things about themselves and the regular occupants of the cottage that will destroy their previously stable lives.

The big question is, can anything be saved from the wreckage that remains after the floodwaters recede?

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CHAPTER FIVE

That might have been our first orgasmic coupling but it certainly wasn't our last.

Even during that first night, once wasn't enough for Noan. I was awoken once more a couple of hours after our first explosive orgasms as my fears -- or, more accurately, my desires -- were realised. With my cock still buried deep in her vaginal tunnel, I was pulled back to wakefulness by her using her kegel muscles to massage my softly sheathed, rock-hard shaft. I received no response when I asked what she thought she was doing so assumed she must be masturbating me in her sleep; acting out her own wet dream. Whatever she was doing in her dream was working. She had managed to get her timing just right. Within seconds of my coming awake, she had me exploding, once again.

Whether it was my eruption that tipped her over the edge or it was the other way around would be a call for the umpire. Either way, the timing of the trigger point was irrelevant. Our combined climaxes fed off each other and seemed to go on forever; as did our moaning, groaning, screaming and roaring. Just as I thought I was spent, I'd feel her grip my penis and hold it tightly inside her body. That would set me off again. My coming -- although there probably wasn't much left in the way of actual cum -- would set her off. Those cycles kept going until we were both exhausted. So far as I know, Noan didn't wake up during the whole experience. But she did ejaculate a combination of fluids all over me, as she had done during her earlier session.

I have no idea why but, in spite of two massive orgasms and several smaller, dry ones, my cock was still semi-hard. It was as if it wanted to be ready for the next attack. It was relaxed but remained on alert. In that state, it was able to stay hidden inside Noan's protective pussy, where it was continually being bathed in a mixture of her pussy juice and my cum. Holding my new lover close, I drifted back off to sleep.

It was daylight when I next woke. My cock was no longer buried in Noan's pussy, maintaining a constant measurement of her core temperature. Nor was Noan lying on top of my body as she had been doing when I had last seen her. No, now she was kneeling over my groin with my temperature-taking tool buried in her mouth. Once again, she was running ahead of the lesson schedule.

"You are a naughty servant girl, Noan," I said, lifting my head to see what she was up to. It certainly didn't

feel

like this was her first time at cock sucking but if it was -- as Juanita had said was the case -- she had a natural talent for it. "I'm going to have to teach you a bit of patience, my girl. You're going to have to learn the value of self-control and self-discipline. Much of the joy of any journey is the journey itself. If you rush to get to the destination, you will miss most of the fun."

I was finding it increasingly difficult to speak as she drew me closer and closer to the end of my endurance. Not only was she impatient, but she was also showing herself to be greedy; at least as far as sex was concerned. I was starting to think I had unleashed an animal that had lay hidden during her seven years of marriage. And it worried me that I would not be able to get her back into the cage that was her life before being trapped by the floodwaters.

She was only able to take about half my length into her mouth but was trying to push more in by opening up her throat. Unfortunately, her gag reflexes kept forcing her to pull back. Of course, my extra girth didn't help matters. Each failed attempt at getting my head past her gullet was met with frustration and I could see the tears of failure start streaming down her face. But each time she attempted it, she brought me closer to the end of my own patience.

"Did you not hear a word, I just said?" I asked her, as I lifted her off my cock and pulled her up the bed. I needed to kiss away her tears of frustration and give her time to catch her breath. I brought he face to mine and kissed her gently -- lovingly -- on the lips. I then kissed her on the cheeks and licked away her salty tears before coming back for a deeper, more passionate kiss.

"Good morning, my darling," I said after our lips parted.

"Good morning, Mister Matthew," she answered. "Please forgive me for being so forward but I woke up early and I got bored. I thought I would just take my temperature while I was waiting for you to wake up. I must say that I like doing it that way nearly as much as I enjoyed doing it the way you showed me during the night.

"Tell me," she said. "Did you happen to take another temperature reading while I was sleeping? I seemed to have an awful lot of your cream leaking out of me for just a single time, even taking into account the huge amount of cum you pumped into me."

"Well," I said, "technically speaking, you took your own temperature a second time. I only woke up for the grand finale but you slept through it. It sounded like you enjoyed yourself, though. I know I did. I'm surprised we didn't have the neighbours knocking on the front door asking us to tone it down.

"Now, my dear, if you want to use the old tried and true oral method of temperature taking, by all means, go down there and enjoy yourself. Just don't try to force the issue. Take your time and have a bit of fun. We'll have plenty of time for testing your limits over the next day or so.

"Speaking of testing your limits, there is another method we have yet to explore, which will make you think that what you have been trying to do this morning is child's play. I must say, however, that you displayed a great deal of skill, earlier. I think it's a real pity that James won't let Juanita give him a bit of head. The poor man doesn't know what he is missing.

"I think, though, that if you, Noan, are going to go down on me, I should return the favour. If you would please spin your body around, I'll use my tongue to take an oral sampling of your core temperature while placing my larger thermometer in your mouth to obtain a more traditional measurement. That way we can gain a more accurate picture of your general wellbeing."

"Wouldn't you like me to clean myself up a bit before you use your tongue, Mister Matthew?" she asked. "It will be a bit messy down there, what with all that's been going on."

"Did you let someone else take your temperature while I was sleeping?" I asked, putting on a fake angry tone.

"Of course not, Mister Matthew," she said, a note of surprise in her voice. "I may behave like a

pamuk meri

-- a harlot -- for you, Mister Matthew but I am not a slut. Nor, I believe, is Missus Juanita. While she must give herself to her husband, I do not share myself with anyone but you. I'm ashamed that you would even think such a thing."

"I don't think any such thing, my dear girl," I explained, trying to mollify her. "All I was trying to say was that that would be the only reason why I wouldn't make love to your pussy with my mouth. The fact that you still have my baby cream inside you makes no difference to me. I have never tasted myself in such a way because my wife -- like Juanita's husband -- doesn't allow me to kiss her where I am about to kiss you. Nor, for that matter does she take me into her mouth the way you have done.

"I have no aversion to tasting my own cum when it has been blended with your sweet juices and is flowing from your beautiful

bokis

-- vagina -- my love. In fact, I look forward to it."

With Noan lying on top of me, I lifted my arms and used my hands to spread her legs. Using my fingers, I then spread her outer shell-like labia before opening the flowing, curtain-like folds of her inner lips. I heard a sharp intake of breath as I took them, one at a time, into my mouth and sucked on them. After kissing them individually, I sucked them both into my mouth at the same time. That's when I felt her body convulse for the first time. I was looking forward to finding out what would happen when I raked my tongue along the crevasse hidden by these soft, pliant folds.

Her convulsion was only brief but, at the same time I heard her moan, I smelt, rather than felt or saw, a release of her juice. The scent of her increased arousal was heady. It prompted me to open her lips and begin making love to her vaginal slit in earnest. Using my fingers to pull open her flowing curtains, I inserted my tongue into the clitoral end of her gash and ran it slowly upwards. She squealed as she felt me rake her from her engorged clitoris to her puckered little anus.

At that same time as I started getting serious with my cunnilingual human thermal demonstration, she must have realised that she was lagging behind; that, instead of carrying out her part of the job, she was sitting back and enjoying the scenery. She quickly remedied her mistake and I felt her warm, moistened lips slide over the head of my cock and down the soft skin that sheathed its hard, inner shaft.

She had obviously listened to my earlier advice. Rather than trying to engulf my whole length into her mouth, she wrapped its lower half with one of her hands. She then used her other hand to cradle my balls, which she gently squeezed in time to her sliding and sucking routine.

For a woman who professed not to be an accomplished fellator, she was displaying a natural tendency towards the attainment of professional standing in that field.

While I was trying to divert my thoughts from what Noan was doing, I was attempting to make up for my own lack of experience by trying to work out what I would enjoy if I were a woman. Oral sex wasn't even part of the agenda when I was gaining my extra-curricular qualifications in biology and the female anatomy, while at high school. It was more 'wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am' sort of stuff. They -- the girls -- were offering. We -- the boys -- were taking. Foreplay was optional and usually involved kissing them and playing with their tits. And there was no understanding of any obligation on the boy's part to satisfy his partner. Because I could hold out for a fair while, I was in high demand among the girls as I could usually get them off a couple of times before blowing my own load.

When I met and fell in love with Liz, I brought an end to my putting out and had, up until now, remained faithful to our marriage vows. There were times during the seven years we had been together, however, that I had wondered about Liz' commitment to our partnership. I had caught her with an old boyfriend when I returned home unexpectedly one Saturday night. That had been after we had become engaged and it made me wonder what else she had been up to during my work-related absences. That, in turn, made me wonder whether her prudish, vanilla views when it came to sex weren't just a front put up for my benefit.

Still, we'd been married for a little over four years, now and, while her less than adventurous sexual attitudes hadn't changed, we had two lovely daughters and she'd given me no reason to suspect that she was anything but the loyal, loving wife she appeared to be.

I had no idea why these thoughts were running through my head at this particular moment; except, perhaps, they were brought on by my own feeling of guilt. After all, I was the one who was proving to be the unfaithful one in our marriage.

'But,'

I asked myself,

'am I the only one being unfaithful?'

'Sure,'

I admitted.

'I started the ball rolling with Juanita while we were sitting in the truck. But ever since we moved into the cabin, I've been troubled by hints of Liz' presence. The key hidden under a rock in the pot; the pot, itself, that was a twin to the one which was supposedly broken and discarded. The palm tree; the same variety as the one I planted in the twin pot almost a year ago. The tray, which was a duplicate of the one we received as a wedding present. The bath salts. All of them were familiar. All of them were things that told me that Liz had had a hand in setting up this little love nest'

.

If what I was beginning to suspect was right, I wasn't the one who had been the first to break our marriage vows. While that didn't justify my own actions in succumbing to Juanita's beauty and exotic South American charms, it helped to assuage my guilt.

"You're not drifting back off to sleep, down there, are you Mister Matthew?" Noan asked. She must have felt my wavering commitment to our lovemaking efforts and had pulled her mouth off my cock to enquire after my dedication to our combined task.

"No, my darling girl," I answered. "In my attempt to hold out against your efforts to make me come, I let my mind drift off the trail a bit and I wandered into uncharted territory. But I'm back on track, now.

"You were doing too good a job down at your end and it looked for a minute like you were going to have me coming before you were ready. I'm sorry, sweetheart. It won't happen again."

Just to show her that I meant what I said, I tucked my head back between her legs and latched onto her clitoris like a limpet on the hull of a ship. She started bucking as soon as I began to diddle her little shaft with the tip of my tongue. Not wanting to make her come before she had me ready, I eased off her clit and slid my tongue upwards along her slit, stopping along the way to tickle the opening to her urethra.

By this time, she was back working on my cock and I heard her squeak as my tongue tip attempted to push its way into the small opening. She even tried to help by pushing herself against the intruder. It was never going to happen, of course, but as I pulled away, my tongue was followed by a short squirt of liquid. It wasn't much but it was enough to let me know that when she came, it would be a gusher.

Noan had regained her rhythm and was pushing me to my limits. From time to time, she would release the hold on the lower part of my shaft and force the head all the way back to her throat, only pulling back off it when she started to gag. I soon worked out what she had obviously worked out much earlier. Whenever she gagged, she would spew up a wad of saliva, which she would use to coat the walls of my prick. She would then bring her hand back into play, using the saliva to lubricate my shaft. She'd then work her hand in unison with her lips, pumping it up and down as an extension of her mouth. Her other hand continued to cradle my scrotum, gently rolling my balls around in synchronised rhythm with her oral and manual masturbation of my penis.

'There's no way that this is the first time she has done this,'

I thought with what little part of my brain was available for thinking. The rest of it was too busy trying to push back my rising orgasm.

It was then that I realised that, if I couldn't avoid the inevitable, I would have to bring her along to meet me. I dipped the first and second fingers of my right hand into her cum-filled vagina and scooped out a load of our combined fluids. With this hand, I peeled the hood back from the head of her clitoris and strumming a few notes. Those notes rose up through her body and came out as deep moans. Once again, I had to bear down and stop myself from exploding. I filled the first and second fingers of my left hand with a quantity of the fluid she was pushing out then pulled that arm from underneath her and carried the blend of lubricants around her body. I held it there while I then inserted my tongue into her tunnel to finally sample our combined ejaculates.

I allowed the first milking to linger on my tastebuds for a few seconds. It was thick and creamy. I could taste the individual flavours of both Noan's thick, sweet juice and my bland, but slightly bitter creaminess. Together, they were exquisite. I thought there might even be a market for it if we could bottle it. After swallowing the first load, I went in for a second taste. I both heard and felt Noan begin to moan. Rather than extracting my tongue, I pushed it deeper. Her moan turned into a groan, which came from much deeper down in her body. I felt it all the way up through my cock and knew I couldn't hold back any longer.

As I felt a massive orgasm building in my balls, I used the fingers of my right hand to squeeze and masturbate Noan's little prick. At the same time, I forced one of the well-lubricated fingers of my left hand into her anus. Her sphincter clamped down on it but I kept pushing. It was soon in up to the first knuckle. As soon as she relaxed her outer sphincter a little, I gradually worked it in. By the time she was in full orgasm, it was all the way in her rectum and I was using it to help sustain her spasms.

Noan screamed around my cock then let out one of her jaguar roars as she started coming like the proverbial freight train. My face was covered in an array of liquids. She pushed out whatever was left of the cum from my two earlier orgasms, then added to it with her own vaginal ejaculant. She also squirted all over me with a load that was much greater in volume than any of her earlier efforts. The squirting went on for ages. The biggest surprise, however, was the wad of pure white cream that she pushed out from her urethra once she had finished squirting. It looked like my sperm. I couldn't help myself. I went in and collected it on my tongue. It felt like my own ejaculant but had a distinctly bitter taste to it. Mixed with all the other flavours, it added a sweet and sour element to the blend.

That set her off again and she went into another round of orgasmic spasms, which was a bit of a double-edged sword. She had gripped my head between her thighs when she had first exploded. I hadn't pulled it out when she came down off her first orgasm so, now I remained trapped. While I was enjoying watching what was happening at my end. I would also have liked like to have seen what was going on at the other end of the field.

She had me fully buried in her mouth -- well, as much of me as she could take -- when my orgasm started. The first string would have nearly choked her as it exploded into her throat. As her own climax hit, she opened her mouth to roar and pulled me out. My next rope of cum caught her on her face. In spite of her own convulsions, she managed to get me back in her mouth for the third and subsequent loads. She desperately wanted to taste my cum and wasn't about to let her own climaxes interfere with the achievement of that goal.

It's funny what people do in different situations and I am no different. I distinctly remember counting every single pulse of my first sixty-nine with Noan. There were seventeen in total and, apart from the one that escaped to land on her face, she held me in her mouth until the last spasm had passed. I'm not saying that they all contained spurts of my seed-carrying cream, but Noan wasn't taking any chances. Even when I'd stopped pulsating, she kept sucking until she was sure that she'd extracted every last drop.

After she had gone through three rounds of cumming, I pulled my tongue from her vagina and removed my finger from her rectum. She had pushed my other fingers away from her clitoris quite early in the piece, indicating that it was too sensitive.