Diving: The Deepest Orgasm (Part Four)

Sherry's fingers rested lightly on the keyboard, and she sighed heavily as she re-read her one line email to Charles.

"I am free today. Is there any reason why we couldn't be together?"

It was early, still dark outside, so she didn't expect to hear from him right away. She scrolled through posts on her Facebook page, and then decided to have some tea and keep busy rather than anxiously waiting and watching for a reply. She passed the time with cleaning, and soon over an hour had passed since she had last checked for a message.

There was an email!

"I've lost time getting things done in preparation for winter and meeting obligations on this end. There is a lot you don't know about me. A complexity I am not willing to share. The weekend did get away from me. However, the bulge reappearing in my groin keeps reminding me that I have needs to be met. I am not certain when I can meet with you. "

Sherry took a deep breath, running her hand from her neck, down the front of her body, and felt between her legs. She knew without even feeling inside of her panties that she was wet. She wanted to reply right away, so she wrote, "The simplicity of meeting our needs is what makes this so potent. We can be together when time permits. The mention of your arousal makes my own that much more forceful."

Sherry bit her lip, then added, "Hope to hear from you soon."

When the noon hour rolled around, she left the house for lunch, thoughtfully munching nachos at her favorite restaurant as her mind replayed every moment with Charles; his eyes, his mouth...and to be held, to be tasted, savored as she climaxed again and again under his skill; satiated as new lust formed deep inside, needing him deep within her. A shuddering moan slipped out, and her hips rocked against her will. Time to go. She paid her bill and headed back home, one hunger solved and another stronger than ever.

The email from Charles had arrived as she sat thinking of him during lunch.

"I am not ignoring you. I will put a plan together. It may be first thing in the morning.

I have this vision of making you totally spent. And when you are tired and through, and have little energy left, to slowly, slowly, work my cock into your ass. I would love to see if we can make you orgasm from behind."

She responded honestly, "Wow, I am nervous, but excited. You are a great lover, and I am sure I'll love it."

Laughing at herself as she did it, Sherry read an advice article for beginner's on anal sex, then went to the store for condoms, enemas, lube, and baby wipes...laughing that much harder after she returned to her car, recalling the expression on the cashier's face. She had looked at the woman and said, "I'm just trying out a new recipe."

The following morning, Sherry was prepped, showered, scented, ready, ready, ready...and then the email came from Charles that he was "held up with some unexpected things," and "not sure it would happen today."

She sent a one word reply, "Oh."

He asked if she was alright, and she responded, "No," and sent it, then sent another that it would be "OK."

She signed off and drank a glass of wine, not caring about the early hour. She poured another and went to her room, finished the wine, stripping off her robe to stretch out, but curled up on her side instead, falling asleep. The next sensation was of someone touching her head, and when she opened her eyes, they were covered. She was blindfolded!

"Who are you?"

The only response to her question was strong hands taking her wrists and pulling her arms above her head, then holding both wrists with one large hand. The other hand pushed on her lower back letting her know to move closer to the bed edge, which she did, aware that her breathing had quickened and her pulse was racing.

Despite the fear that he might not be someone she knew, that he might not be Charles, Sherry felt her crotch flood with moisture and her clit swell. She moved her pelvis, sending pulses of increasing arousal through the area.

"Please..." she said, and felt a finger on her lips, wait, no...it was a man's cock, stroking across her lips, her cheek, and back again. She licked it as it passed over her lips again and tried to capture it in her mouth, yet the man only teased her. She squirmed, and suddenly his mouth was on hers, forceful and strong, dominating. Who did she know like that?

No one. The mystery only made her want more.

His mouth sucked deeply on each nipple, lightly biting as he left each one, making her moan, and she begged him not to stop. He pulled at her more, until she could feel the edge of the bed, and then he held her chin, making her mouth open. He put his cock in her mouth, and she sucked in deeply, hungrily, trying to hold him there just as he held her hands. He moved in and out of her mouth, going deeper into her throat with each stroke. She adjusted her neck slightly and opened to him, breathing through her nose in rhythm.

The stranger's strong fingers slipped between her legs, parting the velvety, wet lips of her vulva, and Sherry whimpered with the cock still deep in her throat. His hand flirted with her clit, and it was maddening, yet felt delicious, and she was closer and closer to orgasm. Charles had never done this, and she was less certain than ever.

Who was he?

The mystery man now slipped two fingers into Sherry's vagina, and she gripped them appreciatively with her vaginal muscles as he began moving within her while dancing his thumb on her clit. He pumped his cock deeper and faster into her mouth and throat, and her mouth watered so profusely his cock and balls were wet, and the saliva ran down her face and neck.

Suddenly she passed the threshold and came hard, crying out with his cock now plunging hard into her throat each time. She came again, and again, screams caught in the path of his large cock.

Something...and he pushed the head of his cock in and ejaculated as she finished cumming a fourth time. She swallowed instinctively, yet some of his large load of cum slipped from her lips. He used the hand that had given her pleasure, covered in her own slippery juices, and pushed the escaping cum back into her mouth, leaving his fingers on her tongue. She sucked her taste from his hand, and it joined the sweet taste of him.

He pushed her bound wrists with a bounce and released them. She reached for the cover on her eyes, and he took her hands and put them at her sides. Now she understood. He wanted to remain anonymous.

With a last caress of one breast, she heard him pick up what must have been his clothes. Sherry stayed on the bed, waiting as he used her restroom and was gone.

The only thing he left was the taste of his cum in her mouth.