Sensation of the Seas

by Cyndi Redding

  She giggled, and he followed her. As soon as he had closed the door, she took his cock in her hand. Pausing a moment to appreciate the size and hardness of his sustained arousal, she said, “I want to make love to your cock. You can come in my mouth.”

  “No Vicki. I have other plans for us this time, but that doesn’t mean you can’t have your way with me for a while.”

  * * *

  His grinning face said she wouldn’t be disappointed.

  “Wicked.” She kneeled and began at his balls, licking her way up the sensitive underside of his penis tasting her own juices. He moaned and leaned back against the door. She swirled her tongue around the dark reddened tip, then slid her mouth over the full swollen shaft and was rewarded with more low moans. He wanted it tender, did he? She’d torture him with tenderness.

  Vicki knew how to give a fine blowjob from reading a book written by a prostitute. Maybe her great great-great-grand-mum, a convicted prostitute had passed down the knowledge from giving head to her great-great-great granddad, a sailor on her prison ship.

  Giggling inwardly at the thought, she realized that she had never enjoyed oral sex as much as she loved it right now. Before Miklos, she had only given a few blowjobs and couldn’t wait until they were over. With his long, thick cock in her mouth, though, she felt as if she could suck him endlessly and enjoy every minute of it. How she loved to listen to him moan and know it was her skillful sucking that made him so sensitive he was ready to blow. He made her feel like the sexiest, most proficient orally skilled woman on the planet, and oddly enough, she wanted to be.

  He reached down suddenly and pulled away until his cock popped out of her mouth. Scooping her under her arms, he lifted her right off the floor and laid her against the shower wall.

  His eyes burned into hers. “I’m going to take you, now.”

  “Am I wet enough?”

  As he slipped a finger into her pussy, she giggled and turned on the water. He looked shocked as the cold water hit him.

  “Are you trying to tell me something? Like I need to take a cold shower because you won’t have sex with me.”

  “Not even close, luv.” Vicki turned off the water and took his erection in her hand. With Miklos gripping her under her thighs and positioning himself at her opening, she took him inside her cunt and wrapped her legs around him. After her initial grateful moan, he pulled back and pushed in, creating the fabulous friction and fullness she loved to feel inside. “Oh... More, Miklos. Fuck me more. Fuck me faster. Fuck me harder.”

  “I will, my love. This is the time for slow and gentle.” He pulled back carefully and closed his eyes. “I’m enjoying the anticipation… I want to pleasure you completely and thoroughly before I explode inside you.” Entering her slowly, he slid over her soaking wet pussy and she moaned in agony. His torturously slow motion gave way to the escalating passion and he began pumping harder.

  She opened her eyes and gazed right into his. “I love your big cock inside me, filling me with your cum. I just think about you fucking me, and I get so bloody excited.”

  “You use that word too much.”

  Surprised, she opened her eyes. “Bloody?”

  “No. ‘Fuck.’”

  “But I love that word. Just hearing it makes me wet. I’m dripping wet now.”

  “That’s the shower spray, my love.”

  “No it isn’t.”

  He continued his slow pushes inside her when she gazed into his eyes and in a sexy whisper, she asked, “Do you really want me to stop saying that word? The word that means your big, red, thick cock is plunging into my wet waiting cunt. The word that means our bodies are joined together in the most intimate way possible?”

  At first he was quiet, but a slow smile curled up his sensuous mouth and ended in a grin. “No. I want you to hold on while I fuck you, hard.” His thrusts pounded against her.

  “Oh, God, Miklos. This is heaven--you pumping your cock--so hard. I can feel every--wicked, right, beautiful fuck. Fuck, Miklos… Can you feel the word? Can you say it?”

  He nuzzled her neck. “If I touch you while I’m fucking you, would you like that?”

  All it took was the suggestion. She shook and spasmed uncontrollably, clamped her mouth against his shoulder and tried to stifle the loud screams that leaked out around his hard muscle as she rocketed into a deeply satisfying, earth-shaking orgasm. At last she let go of his shoulder and panted her relief.

  “Now, to answer your question, I’d love you to touch me while you fuck me. I could come a dozen times that way. Let me put one foot on the floor, and you can have a free hand to play with me.”

  They kissed, and he lowered her right thigh. Then he made her giggle as he pinched each of her erect nipples and resumed the steady rhythm of his thrusts, adding to it a slow clitoral rub.

  She shuddered and moaned. Her pleasurable sensations grew almost immediately, and her raised leg vibrated against his grip.

  “Does this feel good, my love?” he crooned into her ear. “Do you like me fucking you and touching you like this?”

  “It’s wicked. It’s...Oh, God.”

  She began to shake as her vaginal muscles clenched, convulsed, and at last, set free another release with a gurgling yell.

  Miklos was groaning, about to orgasm. He jerked and grunted, pushing hard against her with each spasm. His climax lasted longer this time, and she was glad. After all, he had certainly earned it. Eventually he jerked intermittently with aftershocks.

  He rested his forehead against the shower wall, still holding her leg. He adjusted the water’s temperature. Then he sprayed them both with tepid rain.

  She squealed and giggled. “You’re bloody surprising sometimes.”

  “At least we won’t fall asleep from sexual satisfaction if we’re cold, wet, and standing up.”

  She laughed. “You’re right, luv. This is perfect. Fuck me again, Miklos. I want my handsome husband to fuck me all the time.

  He nuzzled her and said, “You’re being greedy.”

  “I don’t care. I want you to fuck me all night, all day, every night and every day.”

  “I’m going to have to spank you again for being greedy.”

  “Here? Now?”

  “You asked me to spank you whenever you were naughty. You should know I listen when you tell me what you want. I care enough to give you the corrective discipline you’ve asked for--if you meant what you said.”

  She grinned.

  He turned her around and easily pulled her arms over her head, holding them against the wall, while the other hand spanked her soundly. The extra friction added from damp skin to damp skin contact with his rough hand slapping against her tender bottom made this spanking smart and throb more than the other had. Or maybe he was smacking her already pink cheeks harder. Either way, it was erotic as hell and she felt her honey flow. When she was quivering, he stopped to check if she was all right. He let her arms drop and turned her around.

  Vicki threw her arms around his neck and murmured, “My bum really hurts now, but I understand. Thank you, darling.” Even as she was saying it, she realized how odd this behavior was for her. But, he had only done as she asked… “I’ll try not to be greedy any more.”

  “I forgive you, my love. Now go to bed and sleep. I still love you and I’ll fuck you again, very soon.”

  “I will. Sleep well, tonight, darling.”

  * * *

  The crew was given one day off per week. When the ship docked at Puerto Rico, Miklos and Vicki had managed to swap workdays with other staff, and they had their day off together. They couldn’t wait to explore the island Ron had described in detail. Miklos was fascinated by news of rainforests and wanted to see one. Vicki thought the dense, lush, wet foliage sounded deliciously exotic and wanted to have sex there. Of course, she wanted to have sex everywhere.

  The bus climbing the narrow dirt path that barely passed for a road tossed them from side to side in the back. By the time the bus dropped them off at a souvenir
shack along the way, Miklos said his stomach was churning.

  Vicki had been trying to behave herself, letting Miklos take the initiative, sexually. That seemed to help both of them. Talking about their needs and making adjustments was what the early part of married life was all about. He felt more like the man, he said, and she felt more desired. Fortunately Miklos desired her as often as they could find a private moment.

  Vicki was ecstatic that Miklos was getting more aggressive, taking her boldly when he felt like it. She knew she was in good, loving hands, so she could surrender to and enjoy the feeling of abandon. Being slammed up against a bathroom wall or pulled down to the engine room and ravaged on the floor made him all the more demandingly passionate and drove her completely crazy with lust and longing.

  She was barely able to contain her impatience while he chatted with the locals at the ramshackle souvenir hut. The men warned them to stick to the road or well-worn paths. Some of the dense bushes held surprises, like sink holes and snakes.

  “Euwww,” the thought of sucking out snake venom instead of semen made her shudder. “Well, I guess that means sex might be off the menu today,” she whispered, as they were walking back toward the road.

  He put an arm around her shoulder. “I’ll see what I can do to keep the nasty things away,” he said.

  She still wasn’t sure if his claim to possessing secret magical knowledge was real or not.

  “Maybe we can just expose the essential parts.” She smiled and winked.

  He laughed, grabbed her left breast and squeezed. “I think of it all as essential my beautiful vixen.”

  Vicki reveled in his company when he was happy. Lately, he was especially cheerful when he was thinking sexy thoughts and touching her privates or talking to her about what he was going to do to her. She was happy to bare her body to him whenever he wished. She would even be sassy sometimes on purpose, so he would take her over his knee, pull down her panties, and spank her soundly. He usually followed that by fucking her thoroughly right afterward. Vicki was in heaven. The man of her dreams was satisfying all of her sexual needs.

  Even when he was dead serious and scowling, he could win the “handsomest man on earth contest,” but when he smiled and gave her some special sign of love, like a wink, a loving swat on her bottom, or his bedroom eyes and flaring nostrils, well, he truly took her breath away.

  She tucked her arm around his waist and gazed at the beautiful scenery all around them.

  Before long, they came upon one of those well-worn paths the locals had mentioned. Dotted with large red blooms amongst the lush foliage on either side, it looked romantic and inviting. The perfect place to make love in paradise.

  When he stopped they had walked well into the forest. The beauty was out of this world. A waterfall making the most tranquil rushing sound. Tall trees with smaller plants underneath, vines clinging to everything, and all of it a deep lush green, except the flowers and birds, both of which were bursting with color.

  He pulled her into his arms for a long passionate kiss. “I love you so much, dear wife. I want you right here, right now.”

  She touched his lips and smiled. Before she could answer him, he pulled her to the ground to tangle in the grass and vegetation covering the forest floor.

  He kissed her again and ran his hand under her short skirt. “I want to show you all the tenderness in my heart. I want to love you gently with my body.”

  He hooked one finger in her panties and slowly dragged that finger down her leg. His finger not only removed her pink, satin panties but also at the same time, sent tingles up her leg.

  “Make love to me any way you want. I’ll let you do anything to me.”

  Miklos smiled and tossed the panties into the vegetation. He then kissed her slow and deep while running his finger over her breast and gently pinching her nipples through her shirt.

  They made love the way he wanted it--tenderly--repeatedly, until the sun indicated it was late afternoon. Each time Miklos entered her it felt as if her very life force was returning. Sex with other men had always felt good, but not like this. She wanted his cock inside her pussy, fucking her, all the time, and she had to learn to appreciate his long, tender foreplay.

  Sometimes he took her suddenly, without warning, roughly and drilled his cock into her. Sometimes he’d tease her with a look, or he’d lick his lips. She loved it all. Somehow, he always knew just how to please her and always did.

  After fucking missionary style only, she was disappointed that they had to stop, she wiped herself with broad leaves, retrieved and put on her panties and straightened her clothes.

  “It’s a shame we didn’t get to see more,” he said.

  “We can save our sightseeing for when we’re old, Miklos.”

  He grinned wickedly. “I didn’t mean sightseeing. I wanted to see more of your sexy tits. There doesn’t seem to be anyone else nearby, and I think we have time for one more quickly…maybe standing and then we can be completely naked. I sense you want it fast and rough, and I want to see your beautiful body. All of it.”

  “Oh, God, yes,” she said breathlessly. She was so glad he understood her. She craved something a little more aggressive, and she knew he had that inside of him. He had even learned to talk dirty. The animal in him was probably begging to get out as much as she wanted to bring it out.

  “Tell me what you want,” she whispered. “It’s so sexy when you tell me exactly how you want to fuck me.”

  “I want to drink in the sight of your luscious completely naked body. I want to fuck you hard making you want to scream. But don’t.”

  She giggled and quivered in anticipation. “Oh, God, Miklos. Let’s play pirate. I want you to capture me, strip off my clothes, and ravage me.”

  Without another word of encouragement, he grabbed her and yanked off her short skirt and panties. She put up a fake struggle, and he told her over and over that it was no use. He could, and would, do whatever he wanted to her. He had her out of her clothes in seconds.

  “I’m going to take you one way or another. I command you to suck my dick and fuck me. Your life depends on pleasing me.”

  She was already wet again. Tenderness forgotten, he tore off his clothing too.

  He was as hard and straight as a spear. She took one look at her gorgeous hunk of a lover and groaned. If he’ll just haul off and spank my bum, and then fuck the hell out of me, I think I’ll die happy.

  “No, please, no,” she pretended to protest.

  He laughed and his black eyes glittered as if he had heard her thought. He grabbed her hand and dragged her over to a downed tree that had broken off a few feet from the ground. The other end was lying on a large rock so it was almost level and suspended about three feet over the earth.

  He took her discarded shirt and draped it over the bark. “That’s for your spanking if you don’t please me, my lovely captive.”

  “What do you want me to do?” she asked, pretending to be scared.

  “Suck my cock.”

  “Oh no! I can’t do that!”

  “Bend over, now, wench!” With his swarthy good looks she could easily imagine she about to be ravaged by a pirate.

  She leaned over the log with a theatric slow grace and moaned a convincing “Woe is me,” then dangled both arms on the other side. Miklos took his belt and bound her wrists together, then tied them to her ankles and fastened it. She was essentially wrapped around the log and couldn’t get away if she wanted to.

  “I’m going to thrash you, now, wench.”

  She said, “Oh!” in a high voice as if surprised. “I thought you said you’d do that only if I didn’t please you. I’ll do what you ask. I’ll suck your cock.”

  “Well it pleases me to smack your pretty bottom, now. If you resist, I’ll do it until you’re red and blistered.”

  She lifted her ass in the air and waited. “Oh please sir, don’t hurt me.” Before long she heard a twig break and a moment later felt a switch cross her ass. “Oh!” she cried
as it made her jump. In truth she was becoming so wet and turned on, she couldn’t wait for whatever else he had in store. He whipped her with the switch again and again as she pretended to howl and beg for him to stop.

  “Ow! How long do you plan to whip me, sir?”

  “Until your naughty ass is striped in a shade of red that pleases me, wench!”

  The branch didn’t really hurt. He must have known it too. He tossed it aside in favor of a good slap with his open hand.

  She jumped again, delighted. “Oh sir, please don’t…”

  “I will if I want to!” he growled.

  He was able to stand beside her, where he wouldn’t tire at all, and spank her until nightfall if he wished, but after a long, sound, and thorough spanking, she hoped he’d leave time for the rest of her ravaging. She was wet and throbbing--begging for his cock inside her.

  The erotic spanking continued until her pussy was drenched, dripping, clenching and begging to be given some rough attention too. At last he stopped and untied her legs, but not her wrists. The remained bound together in front of her.

  “On your knees, wench. Suck my cock.”

  She did as he asked but stopped acting like an inexperienced girl. She took him deep and gazed up into his hooded, smoldering eyes while she sucked him thoroughly. When he pulled out, his erection was huge and throbbing red. It was harder without her hands to help, but she never let it leave her mouth and took him deeper because she didn’t have a good hold on it and didn’t want to drop it. Lord knows what ‘the pirate’ would have done to her if she did. He groaned and watched, running his hands over her hair. Eventually he withdrew.

  “Good girl.”

  “Oh, sir. What are you going to do now? Please let me go, I’m afraid you’ll take advantage of me.”

  He lifted her until she had a good grip on a tree branch, lashed her to it, and growled, “Now I’ll take you and you won’t cry out, or I’ll get rough.”

  He plunged into her, hard. She gasped with the power of his thrusts. His rhythm was frantic, and if she hadn’t been bound, she might have fallen. Fear assailed her and she wondered why she had been begging for it so much and so hard. Was something wrong with her?