Red Ch. 02

This chapter could stand alone, but would make better sense if you read the first chapter.

Chapter Two

What the hell had I done? I had just asked a woman to marry me who I had known for a day...half a day to be technically accurate. Yes, she was a great lay, in fact she was a fabulous lay; really she was the best lay I had ever had. But, marry her...Jesus Christ.

My thoughts must have been written on my face, because she laughed, as she gazed at me. I was embarrassed by my obvious fear at what I had said. However, she put me at ease by saying, "Oh don't worry lover boy; we aren't ready to get married this afternoon. I need to know that you and your cock are not just a flash in the pan." She grabbed my prick, which was still semi-erect and said, "Just because you performed well for a few hours doesn't mean that you're going to be a reliable fucker all night long. That's what I intend to find out."

It was with relief that I replied to her small insult to my manly abilities. "Well let's see now...A: I feel that I'm very up for the task. B: How do I know that you can go all night? And C: Do you fuck like this every damned day?"

In response to my alphabetic listing, she grinned, as she continued to fondle me and said, "Well...In response to A: We'll see if you're up to the task. B: Silly boy; I'm a woman. All I have to do is lay there, while a man bangs away at me. Hell I could be completely asleep and you could still knock off a piece of ass. So you see, I'm not the one who must prove themselves, you're the one who has to manage a hard on when I call on you to be serviced. And finally C: No I hardly ever fuck like this every day. I do masturbate three to five times a day; but I generally don't want the guys that I matriculate with, to know what a horny slut I am. They'd be hitting on me all of the time. However, I must admit that you have been a very pleasant surprise. With you around, I just might fuck several times a day."

I laughed a bit and then stood in the hot tub. She still had my cock in her sweet little fingers. I looked down at my limp dick and said, "Well damn it Red, it looks as though I've let you down already. I don't think I'll be," I held my fingers up in quote marks, "'knocking off a piece of your ass', or anyone else's for an hour or three."

She leaned over and kissed the head of my cock, and then said, "That's OK, I'm really not a nymphomaniac. Those poor ladies can't even get a good climax going; where as I have great climaxes all the time. I'm merely highly sexed."

I pulled her pulled up to me and embraced her saying, "Red there's nothing mere about you. I suspect that everything you do is full out and balls to the wall."

Her hand slipped down to my dangling testicles, stroking them gently. "You know something, lover boy; for the foreseeable future, these are the only balls I'm interested in." Then with an evil grin she asked, "Do you think I could deep throat your nut sack?"

In self defense I tweaked one of her nipples and replied, "Good Lord, you're scary. Now leave my sad old sack of shriveled acorns alone."

She squatted down, took a good look at them and very business like said, "They're actually more like tangerines...nice sized ones too."

We left the hot tub and went back inside to the cool air conditioning. She announced that she wanted to go swimming at the beach, which was just a few dozen yards out from the back deck. She donned a relatively modest bikini and I found a reasonably fitting suit for myself, in the bedroom.

As we walked to the beach, I noticed that along this stretch of ocean front, there were very few people, which was quite unusual during spring break. When I mentioned it to Red, she said, "Well, I told you that this section was in a private community. Even though all the beaches are open to the public, they would have to walk about a mile and a half, just to get here. It just isn't worth the trouble."

So, we weren't alone on the beach; there were very few folks, and most of them were either old people or the rare mother with small children. Straight behind the place she was staying was an unoccupied house, but that was about it. I was familiar with this type of community. Many of these places were owned by fairly wealthy people, who never rented them out. The wives would come down for the summer, and be visited by the working husband every few weeks, and then he'd head back to the office. It made for a lightly used beach front, during the rest of the year; like now.

I spread out a couple of huge beach towels, while she charged into the mild waves. She kept on going, until she was a good seventy or eighty feet from the shore. Now I love to swim in the ocean, yet for some reason, I didn't feel comfortable with her going that far, without an escort. I just hoped that she was a strong swimmer and that she didn't tire or cramp up until I arrived to be of assistance if needed.

By the time I had managed to get to her, I realized that the water still wasn't more than four feet deep. She was just standing there, as I swam up to her. The first words out of her mouth were, "Have you ever fucked in the ocean?"

I had to think on that for a second. I had screwed on the beach a few times, but I had never engaged in serious sexual activity in the surf or the briny deep. "Nope, can't say that ever have."

She got that twisted little grin of hers going and asked, "Well, in that case, how's your dick?"

I shook my head saying, "You're unbelievable. I'm pretty good at recovering from a hot session of lewd conduct, but I do need a little longer before I'm molested by you again."

She laughed and said, "Oh that's alright, I was just checking. And for the record, I did not molest you. If anything, you took advantage of me and my poor frail little titless body."

With a look of indignation I responded, "I'll have you know that's a filthy lie and I can prove it, if I have to. I can produce a number of witnesses who can attest to my devotion to huge breasts. So during spring break, why would I molest you?"

In my effort to be funny, it struck me that I had been cruel in bringing up breasts size to a woman with very small ones. She didn't respond to my comment, which made me feel like a real shithead. How could I be so damned insensitive?

She surprised me by lifting up the top of her bikini, exposing her little beauties. With a little ire to her tone, she said, "I have tits. They're just very compact, but I have them."

Time for some quick footwork, I thought. I moved close to her and placed my arms around her saying, "And your magnificent tits are gorgeous. There's no way that a big set of knockers could sport such an excellent pair of flawless plump nipples. Honest to God Red, the last thing in the world that I wanted to do was to insult you and hurt your feelings." I was very serious when I said it, because it was true. "Please Red, forgive me."

She looked at me, gauging whether or not I was playing with her. My sincere expression must have soothed her because she said, "Oh for Christ sake lover boy, I'm not that easily offended. I lived half of my life being teased about my tiny titties. I got over it a long time ago. Although, I must tell you that I'm very touched by your concern. I don't want you to give it another thought; you can still fuck me."

I smiled and quietly said, "Thank you very much Red." Then I hugged her and we kissed, not passionately, just kinda soft and gentle like. That's when she stuck her hand in my trunks and grabbed my prick. "Hey lover boy, are you sure this thing ain't working yet?" That drew a laugh from both of us. I seemed to laugh a lot around her. I felt very comfortable with her, as though I could do no wrong; and if I did, she'd forgive me.

We went back to the beach and lay down to catch some rays. There's no sense in going to the beach for spring break, if you're not going to return with a tan. We chatted about that and the older couple a few hundreds yards from us. She wondered what it would be like to fuck at that age. Then she said, "I guess by that time I will have divorced you, so I could hook up with a younger man. No doubt by then, you'll be impotent."

The reference to marriage rather startled me again, but I remained cool and collected, as I replied, "Oh, so now you're telling me that you're going to be a cougar, always on the prowl for stiff young pricks? Have you no shame woman? And how do I know that you'll still be able to keep up with me. You'll be all shriveled and sagging everywhere. What makes you think that you will still have any appeal for me?"

Without missing a beat she countered, "Lover boy, I intend to be the best fuck you've ever had at any point in your life. And don't even get me started about my cocksucking. I'll still want to suck that worthless old piece of dead meat, hanging between your legs, just to make you admit that I'm still the best."

I didn't want to be outdone, but I was speechless for a moment, before responding to her. I finally came back with, "Oh yeah...well you just better be careful with all those youngsters. I don't want you coming home with some weird disease. I guess I'll have to get used to you fucking around behind my back. I'll tell you what. We are going to agree right here and now, before we get married, that if you're ever going to screw some other guy, you have to tell me first, OK?"

Red looked hurt when I said that. I certainly hadn't expected her to be upset. She rolled over and kissed me as though I was leaving for a long trip. In a very serious tone she proclaimed, "Lover boy, how could I ever do better than you? I suspect that I'll be the one to burn out first. I don't want to be fucking every Tom, Dick and Harry. I just want to fuck you, who ever the hell you are; and no I don't want to know that right now."

She looked off in the distance and then told me, "I'll tell you what. Just to be fair and have an equalizing factor in our agreement, I'll always tell you if I'm going to get laid by another guy, and you can screw any gal you want, as long she has huge tits. I know that you like them, and I don't to be the source of your frustration, when you finally find some fat titted cow to play with. So just let me know first and I'll let you know first, and then we'll be fine."

Before I could answer her compromise, she grabbed my dick again and asked, "Are you sure this thing isn't dead. I mean, are you ever going to be able to use it again?"

Her hand actually was stirring up some interest from my beastly manhood. I chuckled and said, "Damn Red, is that really all you can think of?"

She responded with, "Hey, I'm all but celibate at school, so I've got to cram as much of your cock into me as possible and as often as possible. Well, to be accurate, you've got to do the cramming. Come on; let's go back into the water. The beach is damn near empty and I want to have that monster cock using my poor frail little cunt." She sure had a foul mouth on her, at times.

I took us out further than we had been earlier. I knew what I wanted to try, but only knew of it from a friend who alleged that it works. The waves were very mild at this part of the beach, and when we reached a spot that was chest high on me; it was practically above her chin level. That was perfect; I was buoyant when the small waves came up to me.

I slipped off my trunks as she easily removed her bottom and held both of them for us. She began fondling my cock, which was already filling with life's liquid. I pulled her top up over her small firm breast and began tweaking her nipples. I couldn't see them, as they were below the water level, but I could tell that they were plumping nicely. I dipped my head beneath the waves, took one in my mouth and sucked hard on it until I ran out of air.

When I came back up for a breath of air, she gushed, "God almighty that was sexy. I had no idea the ocean could provide such a great place to fuck."

I dipped back down again to capture and suck on her other enflamed nipple. When I came up, she began kissing me deeply and thrusting her tongue in my mouth. She was on fire. Her lust had an effect on mine; thus, I was ready to plunder her ocean going pussy in no time. She whispered loudly in my ear, "Please fuck me, Lover Boy. Make me yours again."

She had been floating in front of me, as she held onto my shoulders. She half wrapped her legs around me, as I guided my cock to the entrance of her horny snatch and waited until the next wave receded. When the following wave came at us, it caused both of us to float freely for a second, and my stiff prick was thrust into her cunt.

This was the trick. If you're at the right depth of water, the waves will do the work for you. Once I had entered her, I relaxed as my feet touched bottom and let the waves launch my cock in and out of her slowly. Some waves were a little bigger, which gave me more thrust, but most were fairly gentle. The waters were relentless and the pace was agonizingly slow, but my lust was building to a fever pitch. It was difficult to let the ocean work its magic; yet, inexorably the power of the endless waves was carrying us to our hollowed oblivion.

Red called out to me, "Faster baby, faster please. Do it harder and quicker now, I need it so badly."

There was something about the way she allowed her total vulnerability to surround us both. She was so trusting of me. I loved that about her, and never wanted to disappoint her. But I was determined to stay the course.

I held her tightly and said, "No honey, we will let nature do it for us this time. I want to go faster too, but this time Poseidon will take us to his bosom and give us the ultimate bliss when he decides." She buried her face in the nape of my neck and moaned with the joy of letting go of her grasp of reality.

We were both very close to our conclusion, as the waves worked their sweet motion for our pleasure. The climb to the top of the mountain was joyful agony, as we would nearly cum with a wave to guide us, but then it left us behind, only to be taken even closer to our destination by the next wave. I didn't think it was possible to hover that close to a climax without finishing the job. But Poseidon was a very disciplined god, and he couldn't be rushed. I felt as though I would explode with anticipation, before I came, but I held fast to the idea of letting him take us on this journey with him.

Before I could finish, Red just melted into to me, as her pleasure swept her to the depths of Poseidon's cavern. Two waves later, I joined her in his magnificent cave of ecstasy. My orgasm lasted longer than I can ever remember. It just went on and on and on, as each wave sent by the great god of the seas blessed us with one of the truly great moments of my life.

As I rose back to the surface of reality, Red was crying, as she hugged me tightly. I asked softly, "Baby what's wrong?"

She cried as she told me, "You bastard that was the greatest cum of my life. I didn't think that it would ever stop and it scared the hell out of me for a few moments. God you're good."

I held onto her as I walked into a shallower depth, so that she could stand comfortably. As we went I said quietly, "I think that we better be careful about giving me or anyone else credit for that amazing experience. I'm quite convinced that Poseidon himself was directing the action, and it is to him we owe our gratitude."

Red nodded her head saying, "You're right of course, Lover Boy. We will light some candles in his honor, and we will come back to the sea tonight and pour in some wine for him to enjoy. And it must be a good bottle of the finest vintage, to show him how grateful we are." She sure had style.

I asked for my trunks and was told, "Oh damn! They sort of got away from me out there. Look around and see if you can find them." A quick look brought negative results, so we were resigned to walking ashore and back to the house with our bare hinnies hanging out. Fortunately, no one was really close to us, except the old couple, and they seemed to be asleep.

Moderately embarrassed, we made it back to the house where each of us showered again, as we taunted and teased one another in the process.

At one point I asked Red, "Hey you do know that after marriage, people don't act this way don't you?"

She gave me one of her lovely impish grins and answered, "Of course I realize that. But it won't be that way with us because we both like to fuck so much. You see, once two people get hitched, the chase is over. The man knows that his broad is there and available, but the chase is finished, so there's no hurry. It's pretty much the same for the women. They lure the poor guy into their web of lust, but once he's there he ain't goin nowhere, so why bother with all of that alluring crap. She already owns the poor bastard."

I was a little puzzled by her logic, and I knew that it showed on my face, as I tried to clarify her comment. "So what you're saying is that we won't have that problem because we both like sex. I've got a few married friends who happen to love good sex, and yet they have the occasional problem getting laid."

She responded, "Silly boy! We don't just love it, we abso-fucking-lutely need it and a lot of it. That's why I fell for you and that's why I'll still be luring you into my web of lust in our golden years; because I know that you'll deliver the goods if I keep you interested. That is until you find that girl with the huge knockers."

I just shook my head and laughed. I was trying to get a handle on this girl, but she wasn't easy to label. I'll say this for her, she sure kept things exciting. However, I did wonder how long that could last. Another topic floated to the top of my mind...marriage. I needed to clear this up right now, before it became less of a joke and way too serious.

I must have shown the gravity of my thoughts, because she took one look at me and uttered, "Oooh shit!"

I smiled at Red as though I was about to break up with her. That's not what I wanted, but it could end up that way, once she heard me out.

"Listen Red, about the marriage thing, I think we need to clarify my...impetuous blurting out about getting hitched."


She held up her hand, cutting me off and forcefully made her position clear. "Lover Boy, we don't need to do this now. I don't care how badly you want to get married, I'm not going to marry you yet, so don't push it. We're going to fuck a lot more, and then we'll meet somewhere in a few months, maybe here, at this house. We'll see how I feel about you at that time. If you're still a good fuck then maybe we'll exchange first names. But for now it's Red and Lover Boy, OK?"

She glared at me with those piercing green eyes, which were tearing up, but not yet leaking down her gorgeous cheeks. She had told me what she knew I needed to hear, but to my amazement, she was very hurt and was dead serious about marriage. She had created a way for us to pretend that she wasn't really into this marriage thing, but I knew better. The most incredible part of all this was the fact that I had a pain in my chest, as though I was having a heart attack. It didn't hit me, until I realized the depth of her feelings for me, that I too was disappointed.

I had to let Red have her position go unchallenged, or call her on it. I just couldn't do that to her; I had hurt her enough already. So I quietly said, "Ok Red, what ever you say. I'm sorry I brought it up." She nodded and turned away, but as she left the room, I could tell that she was wiping her tears with the palms of her hand.

The situation had called for me to get this out in the open, yet I still felt like a heel. This was insane. I hardly knew the girl, or she me; why was I feeling so...so...heartbroken? It was crazy...nuts, to think that we could be seriously contemplating marriage, when we didn't even know each other.