Diving: The Deepest Orgasm (Part Two)

Charles held the side of Sherry's face in one of his large hands, then leaned down and firmly kissed her open mouth, tasting and feeling her deeply with his tongue and lips. His other hand traced the line of her cheekbone, trailing lightly on the side of her neck to her shoulder, and down her arm to her hand. He placed the hand on the front of his board shorts, bringing his head back to gaze at her facial reaction.

The slow, teasing smile she had seen beginning in the picture earlier now widened as her eyes opened sharply and a small gasp escaped from her mouth. The bulge in Charles' shorts was fully hard and impressive. He loosened the string on the shorts, placing the hand on the soft knit underwear covering him. His penis slipped partly through the front when Sherry's hand rubbed the length a few times.

"Let's go to the bed. I want to make you feel wonderful, Sherry. One thing, though, if I tell you to slow down or stop, do it."

"Why?" asked Sherry.

"I don't want to orgasm until you have been well cared for and had some yourself... Come on."

Nervous and excited, Sherry went into the bedroom, and she and Charles removed their clothes. He told her to get on the bed, in the center, and reached up from the foot of the bed with his long arms to spread her legs wide. He was tall enough to lean up and rub her thighs on the inside from ankles to crotch, then down the outside of the leg, which he did a few times using medium pressure. It felt good, though not what she expected, and then the fourth time his hands came close to the tender, swollen lips between her legs, his hands did not turn. One finger grazed her clitoris, and she cried out weakly. His fingers massaged the lips, then one finger entered her tight, wet vagina, quickly exiting after locating her g-spot.

He looked into her face. Slowly, and with purpose, he lowered his face to her clitoral mound as he looked at her. She ached deep inside, pleading with her eyes, and seconds after, his powerful tongue was thrumming along the side of her clit, and she instinctively rocked her pelvis, moaning.

Sherry was building quickly to a climax, and Charles began to suck her enlarged clit and probed her vagina in a steady rhythm. She rubbed his soft hair and grabbed for him. His hand found hers as she cried out loudly during orgasm, and continued to hold her as he maintained the licking, sucking and perfect probing to lead her to repeated climaxes.

As her hips bumped, Sherry lost count of how many times she came; was it twelve, was it fifteen? The diver's tongue swam in her ocean, and he pushed her waves higher. She didn't let go of his left hand, and he didn't let go of her hand, either...holding tightly as her orgasms began to become more forceful.

He stopped the way he began, but in reverse, coming up from the stormy sea he had created slowly, looking at her.

Breathless and sweaty, she thought her rescue was complete.

Charles, the diver, the rescuer, stood at the foot of the bed, his body close, but seeming far in the weakness she felt after his attention. His hand waved past his penis.

"Are you ready for this?"

Sherry nodded. "May I have it in my mouth and throat? I would like it if you would straddle me, straddle my shoulders and head."

He laughed lightly. "Believe it or not, I'm don't have great flexibility in my legs, but I'll try."

Seconds later, he decided he had a better idea.

"Sherry, turn your body, and allow your head to hang back at the edge of the bed. If you do that, I will be able to keep touching you."

She turned, and her head hung back. Charles placed his penis in her mouth, and slowly pumped in and out. She sucked eagerly, moving her head easily. Charles used his hand to bring her to orgasm again and again. Sherry squirmed and cried out against the flesh in her mouth. Many times, Charles would tell her to stop moving, and when he did, she would stop, simply tickling his testicles until the movement of his hips let her know she could suck and rub with pressure. He stopped her one last time, and stepped back.

"Have you ever done it from behind?" he asked.

"No, I would like to try it."

He told her to turn around, and he brought her knees to the edge of the bed, spreading them so that she was completely open from behind. Charles slid the end of his penis in her moisture. She shivered, and he pushed into her vagina. For the first time, she heard him moan. "Ahh, you're nice and tight," and he sounded surprised.

He moved slowly, permitting Sherry's body to accommodate his penis, then stroked in and out more quickly, harder. She came three more times, and he stopped many times to prevent his own release. Each time she climaxed, it was more powerful than the last, and she screamed and cried with her face against the sheet, holding on with both hands and keeping herself pushed back against him. The he said,

"I'm going to come," and pounded into her, their bodies slapping more loudly with the sweat and moisture. She came again, sobbing and calling out, even as he also said, "Ah, yeah, here it comes," pushing himself into her as far as he could to fill her.

They talked and rested briefly, and after bringing her a towel and getting dressed, Charles was ready to go, so that he could do some diving while the weather was nice. They agreed to meet again.

Sherry let him know that she had no experience to equal what he had just done, and Charles told her, "Sex is all about the woman. A man secures his own pleasure when he puts hers first. I really enjoyed what we did today, Sherry."

She couldn't wait to be rescued again.