Cute Curly Red Haired Delight – One

I was sitting at this outdoor beach bar, watching the women, like I often do. My buddy worked at the bar and always had a supply of something to put in drinks that made the women easy for him to manipulate. Not exactly moral or legal, but he did it fairly often. Sometimes inviting friends along. I have no idea how he got away with it for so many years.

Today I was watching this wonderful woman with curly red hair sipping a tall Long Island. It was late afternoon and she was dressed like she had just left work at some high end office job. She didn’t fit in here at all. Everybody else was wearing casual attire or bathing suits. Her High Heals sitting on the table off the sandy floor was wise. The place was surrounded by sand, making walking here in those high heals kind of silly. Obviously, she didn’t do that. No nylons, a very expensive looking business dress, and perfect high end nail polish. Very pretty. I wondered who she is and why she was here, of all places.

Nobody was going anywhere near her. She did not look friendly. I wondered what was wrong. So I asked her,

Bad day? You do not look happy.

She looked up. Gave me a half hearted smile, and returned to her drink. I guess that she seriously did not want to talk about it. I knew if she stayed here long enough for my friend to finish his shift, she would end up drugged and be lucky to not find herself well fucked and naked in some alley in the morning. My friend didn’t give a shit about any woman after he was done with her. I hoped that she would leave before that happened. Her day was already bad, waking up raped in an unknown neighborhood would not make anything any better.

It took her about an hour to finish her drink and wander off. Weeks went by and I forgot about her.
And then one evening she was back, wearing shorts and a loose silk top, with no bra. I didn’t even notice her breasts before in her businesswear, but now in light silk. Fuck! They were amazing. A large C, or D? High erect nipples. I couldn’t stop looking at her. She was 100% more beautiful today and she was smiling this wonderful smile, and walked right over to me.

“Sorry I was so rude the other day. I had just lost my job, and I was angry. I didn’t mean to take it out on you. Can I buy you a drink?”

We talked for hours. I really liked her. She is divorced, has a daughter who lives with her ex. She lives alone in a small apartment nearby, but had only been to the beach twice. I asked her why she got divorced. She told me her husband hated it when she got pregnant, he for some reason hated the way pregnant women looked. And the scar on her tummy from birthing her daughter sickened him. He sounded like one fucked up dude, to me.

I thought she was the most beautiful and sexy woman that I have ever seen, and told her so. Her belly was completely flat, her breasts hardly drooped, didn’t sag at all. If she hadn’t told me, I would have never guessed that she had ever been pregnant.

We got along great. But, even just sipping them, 4 Long Island Ice Teas were a bit much, and I stopped her from having another one. I asked her if she could drive. Probably not, she replied. But she had walked there from home. I offered to walk her back, and immediately could tell my ever so helpful (in his opinion) friend had slipped something in her drink. As we walked out, he said “you’re welcome”, like I couldn’t get laid without his stupid help. Getting her home walking would be a problem. I put her in my car.

She couldn’t tell me where she lived, and her address on her drivers License was from another city.
So, I took her to my home. I had to carry her inside. What the fuck did he give her? I am not into rape.
So I put her into bed in my spare room and had something to eat, showered and went to sleep.

In the morning, I woke up and did my regular 5 mile run, then back in the house, started breakfast.
She came out looking groggy and asked,

“What happened last night?”

I told her she had too much to drink, couldn’t walk home or tell me her address. So instead of just leaving her there on the beach to possibly get robbed or raped, I simply brought her home and put her to bed. Then I fed her breakfast and lots of coffee. She said thank you and marveled that I didn’t take advantage of her drunkenness to get an easy piece of ass. She seemed very grateful.

We spent the day together, I made her lunch and she helped me make dinner. When I offered to take her home that night, she asked me if she could stay. She took a shower with me before we went to bed. She was so lovely naked with water running across her skin. I was so hard. She dropped to her knees and expertly sucked me right down her throat. It was amazing. I didn’t last long, maybe 5 minutes, before she held me deep down her throat as I pumped my sperm into her stomach. She didn’t come up for air until I finished.

In bed, we laid there comfortably naked together, and talked. I ran my fingers over her faint scar to caress her hairless mound, and kissed her softly on her lips. She rolled over almost on top of me and said,

“I adore you, but we can not fuck. I am not on the pill, and using a condom is how I got pregnant before. I hope that you understand.”

I did not want to hear this, of course. But I understood. We hugged, and kissed and explored each others bodies and had a wonderful time. She is very orgasmic, and gave me two incredible orgasms during 69. I was pretty happy. We slept really good that night and had a nice breakfast nude out on the patio. After breakfast, she surprised me when she asked me if I have any lube. Of course I did. Doesn’t everyone? LOL.

I thought she had changed her mind and got the lube and a condom. But what she wanted, was my cock in her ass. And oh my goodness did she ever love getting her ass fucked. Once lubed up, there was no stopping her. Her ass gobbled me up, swallowing me easily. She orgasmed quickly, and just kept going. I had never experienced anything like this before. And she could tell when I was about to cum, and just held me deep inside of her saying “not yet, not yet, wait for it baby”. Then she would fuck me some more shoving her beautiful ass back and fourth. Whewwww, it felt so good and looked so hot. Damn.

When I finally told that I couldn’t not cum, she spun around and stuffed me down her throat. FUCK ME! I really enjoy cumming big loads in her throat. The throbbing feeling is so intense in there. Seriously intense orgasm. Her asshole, mouth and throat felt way better than any woman before her. I just can’t describe how much more wonderful something like that can be, but it truly was. I now wanted her vagina more than ever before. I had to get her on the pill soon.

That day never happened. She disappeared the next morning while I was out for my run.
Two years later, I packed up and moved to Bend Oregon. I never forgot her. For years I dated, but only thought of her. Then one cold winter day on top of Mt. Bachelor as I was heading down on my last run down the slopes, a woman crashed and burned right in front of my. She tumbled and slid a long way. I stopped next to her and could easily see that she had a broken leg. I called for rescue.

She was in a lot of pain. I could see nothing of her all bundled up and wearing a ski mask and goggles. It began snowing heavily and by the time rescue got there it was hard to see very far. They took her away and I very carefully followed, not daring skiing down without being able to see.
I got home and called the hospital to see how she is doing. They wouldn’t give me any information. So I left my name and number in case she wanted to call me. Weeks went by and I pretty much forgot all about her and her broken leg.

Then one day I saw a familiar curly red head heading into the Deschutes Brewery. I followed, of course. Could it really be her? Inside, I walked up to her, she blushed. I smiled.

“Do you live here? Or do you just come here to rescue broken women on ski slopes?”

I looked at her cast.
“I was just following you waiting for you to break a leg so I could have an excuse to see you again”.

She laughed, and said, “It worked”.

I gave her a hug. “I have missed you, I have missed holding you in my arms”.

“I’m sorry. I got scared and ran. I was quickly falling in love with you. Too fast. Too soon.
Scared me a lot. So I ran. I’m sorry”.

“Now that I have found you again, are you going to still run away? Because I really do not want you to do that.”

She just looked at me. Tears started flowing. She leaned in for a long hug.
“I have missed you so much. Do you want me to stay?”

She quit her job by phone, called her dad to ship her things to my address, and she stayed.
Six months later she was pregnant again, just weeks before our wedding.

Our wedding was crazy fun. I had no idea a wedding and the party afterwards could possibly be so much fun. Friends of ours came from all over. Even my dad showed up. Surprise, surprise. I didn’t really want him there, he was a pain in the ass. Bossy and always touching women he didn’t know in totally inappropriate ways. Accused of rape several times in his life, but never convicted. Not someone I wanted among my guests. It made me worry about them. But, he was having fun and hopefully was behaving himself. My old bartender friend somehow heard about the wedding, and also showed up. Not good news. I had the bouncers watch him carefully.

My bride danced and danced. Drank a bit too much, but did not get stupid drunk.
A small group of us finally headed back to my place where we ate some good THC edibles and partied until I passed out in my favorite chair. My wife, once the THC flowed through her, became very flirty and fun to watch. For a couple of hours I just sat slumped in my chair watching her enjoy herself. She never neglected me and often showered me with hugs and kisses and ‘I love you’ whispers in my ear. It was a fun evening and night. We both got totally waisted before I passed out.

When I woke up in the morning, the sun was shining brightly. I headed into the bathroom to pee and shower. Once clean, I headed into the bedroom to wake my new wife and fuck her. There she was, face down naked on our bed. Covers and pillows and the top sheet, thrown on the floor. The bottom sheet was untucked, the mattress hanging slightly off one corner of the bed. Several huge wet puddles on the bed and her body and messy hair covered with cum.

I could clearly see her swollen vagina leaking large amounts of cum that had been fucked into a white foam and clear cum dripping out of the center of that onto the puddle of cum on the sheet under her pussy. Way Way more cum than a few men could have made. She was snoring. So was my dad. Hell, I don’t remember him even being here last night. But here he was sleeping naked next to my wife. My best friend was curled up naked at her feet and a man I didn’t even know, my fathers age, was naked, sitting up against the headboard.

“Morning”. He smiled. “This your wife?” I nodded yes. “Damn man, she really loves to fuck! You are one lucky fucker! Damn, I wish my wife liked to fuck like that. Man O man!”

Who the fuck is this guy? I woke my dad up and kicked him out. Really just grabbled his clothes and pushed him out the door, insisting that he take his friend with him. Shit! The house was a mess. I woke up my friend and told him to pick up the house before she woke up. As we cleaned, he told me what happened.

After I passed out most of my friends left. Five friends still were there when my dad arrived with three of his friends and some coke. This disturbed me because other than THC I don’t like drugs anywhere around me. Dad convinced everyone to snort a couple of lines. Soon they were snorting little lines off of my wife’s breasts.

“Wait, how did her breasts get naked?”

“I don’t know dude. She was just naked dancing around flirting and having a good time.
I don’t know when or how, she just was”.

“Then we were passing around a joint and I looked over hearing your dad moaning out a loud orgasm. He was standing there naked with his cock in your wife’s mouth. And she was sitting on the biggest cock I have ever seen. I didn’t realize just how big it was, until she stood up. Damn!”

I stopped listening and started taking trash out to the kitchen, then returned to hear more. I wasn’t mad or jealous. But I hated the idea of my dad even touching her. It creeped me out. And I hated the coke thing and was worried that there might still be some in the house.

“Did you do coke?”

“No. Of course not. But when I saw everyone taking turns doing their best to see who could give her the most orgasms, or orgasm the hardest, I took Viagra. Sorry man, but your wife is so hot and wildly horny, I couldn’t stop myself. And dude, your wife is amazing! A really wild and good fuck. It must be incredible to be married to her”.

Well, yes. She is a really good fuck. Crazy horny, wild in bed. But I never knew she would want to, or would, fuck so many men in one night. Especially our wedding night. Before me, I think that she has only been with her ex husband. She never gave any hint that she would be interested in something like what happened last night.

Living room clean and tidy, all the trash out of the house and the kitchen getting its final wipe dawn, I heard the shower turn on. We headed into the bedroom. It looked bad, but it was pretty easy to straighten up and get the bed made. Only took a few minutes. I took the sex soaked sheets into the laundry room and tossed them into the washer as my friend made us all some bacon and eggs.

She came into the kitchen wearing a T-Shirt that didn’t quite cover her bare butt. She looked fresh and clean, but still looked well fucked. She gave me a big hug and thanked me for cleaning up. Then did the same with him. We ate breakfast. She told me that she didn’t do any coke.

She had no idea who was fucking her or how many there were. She sounded surprised when my friend told her she sucked him many times and he fucked her four times. And once in the butt. She told me that she hoped that I wasn’t upset with her. But she was so horny, and having so much fun, and there were so many hard cocks. She said she just couldn’t stop herself.

In all fairness, she did try to wake me up to give her my permission to continue having fun. My friend had already told me that she did that several times, and that I said sure. Then she did not ask again.

After breakfast, she stood up on her tiptoes, arms around me and said quietly,

“I had so much fun last night. I remember every moment, not the men, but the feelings and what we did. Oh god I wish that you could have been there enjoying it with me. Can we do it again some day, but only with friends?”

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