[M]y time with the [f]oul mouthed redhead

Let’s go back in time a bit to the early 90’s, when I was in my early 20s, stationed in San Diego and at one of the public beaches with my friends. Here I am, 6’3″ about 205, toned, muscled and in my prime. We are enjoying the day watching the girls when my buddies strike up a conversation with a trio of girls in bikinis. My buddy, whose last name was Milcovich, is skinny as a rail at 5’9″ maybe 135, white and so pale it hurts to look at him, so he got the unfortunate nickname of Milk. But Milk has this uncanny ability to talk anyone into anything and he was always the first to talk to the ladies.

So here is Milk talking to three very attractive ladies. The first one and the one that Milk seems to be getting closer and closer to is a heavier set brunette, with a gorgeous face. She’s not fat, but has curves for days and just drop dead beautiful. The other girl is a very petite light skinned African American girl with freckles, an unruly mop of hair, a set of very perky C cups, and an ass that was flatter than I liked them, but would still be worthy of a good slap. I was guessing she’s mixed race which has always been attractive to me. Then I saw the third girl, standing a little bit away from the group that at first I wasn’t sure if she was with them or not. A pale skinned redhead with a bikini top that was losing the battle to contain her massive DD breasts. This girl was taller than the rest and mostly leg, which was fine with me.

*Mission Control, Silverhammer here. Target Acquired. Commencing Approach*

I walked over to the group with Pancho, a hispanic guy, about 5’6″ and 180, beefy musclebound type but with brains. I gave him the look then looked at the redhead, letting him know I’ve made my choice. Knowing that he would NEVER go after a girl taller than him, I wasn’t worried about push-back. (Funny story, he married a girl that was taller than me and they are still happily married)

We began talking to the girls and my redhead, Daisy, was shy, she didn’t talk much and looked kinda uncomfortable. She blinked a lot and kept looking at me and then darting her gaze away, as I talked to her. I thought it was odd, but figured she had contacts in and was either getting used to them or something. I got out of her that she was a preacher’s daughter and they were on vacation. A few times I would say something witty or charming and she would touch my shoulder, or my arm, or my hand and look like she was gonna say something but would quickly shut her mouth and look away. There was a general feeling of electricity when our eyes did meet. Several times I caught her looking at my body and checking out my bulge in my tighter than normal swim trunks.

I started touching her when I could, gentle touches to the arm or shoulder, brushing sand off her leg, etc. After hanging out a couple of hours, we went into the water together and were having a good time. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her. She was SO FRIGGIN HOT and those breasts were amazing. I could tell they would be firm and soft at the same time. I was watching her bounce in the water and I know she caught me looking at them, her face got red and her nipples hardened under her bikini top and she started to say something then looked away, blinking rapidly.

I was getting some really weird mixed signals from her. Her friends would look at her and smile or nod. I was missing some inside joke. My buddies were to oblivious and interested in trying to score so they didn’t really pay attention so I felt lost and honestly just quit worrying about “my game” and just started being 100% myself. That seemed to make it worse! Her glances became more longing and I swear she seemed to be into me, but wouldn’t talk much and wouldn’t hold my eyes.

The group of us hung out for rest of the day, got some food and decided to meet up that evening and go to Tijuana for some clubbing that night. We met up at our designated spot right outside our base and Daisy seemed hesitant. Daisy was wearing a green top that dove deep and showed her cleavage off like it was for sale and some short shorts that hugged her ass and showed off just a sliver of her ass. I was half hard just letting my eyes soak it all in. When I looked up, she was staring at me with a half grin. We all started talking about where we were going to go in Tijuana. She was holding on to my arm at one point and was being really quiet and not offering much about what she wanted to do.
But as time went on, she seemed to distance herself. Finally, frustrated, she said, “I just can’t go to T.J. and drink. I just can’t.” Her friends rolled their eyes and got a little upset.

Sensing that the evening was going to be ruined and wanting to be a good wingman to my friends, I said, “Hey, it’s cool. I’m not much of a club guy either. I’ll take you back to your motel. The other’s can go have fun and I’ll just get some work done and get ahead of the game, it’s no big deal.” At this point, I really had no intention on taking things further since I was utterly confused by all her signals and truly was just being a nice guy to my buddies who had a shot at some good fun and maybe more.

We got in my car and started heading back to her motel.

“I’m really sorry to spoil your trip to TJ.” she said.

“It’s all good. I can’t dance so I would just sit around and spoil your fun anyway.”

“Ya, I don’t drink much so it gets boring watching people get drunk.”

“You don’t drink? Because of your dad?” remembering that her dad was a preacher.

“No…I have to kinda be careful about what I do.”

Not wanting to push things, I just let that go and a few moments later we pulled into the parking lot of their motel and I parked my car. She turned to me and said, “Thank you so much for being a great guy. Again, I’m sorry to be such a spoil-sport.” She leaned in and I got a great view down her shirt, I couldn’t help but to look as she leaned up to kiss me. We kissed lightly and as I started to break away she gripped my arm and brought me closer to her and kissed me hard her tongue darting into my mouth exploring.

Surprised I broke off the kiss and she said, “Fuck me hard!” then slammed her hand over her mouth and looked away, her eyes widening to twice their original size as her head turned away from me.

“Uhh” was all I could say. She just sat there and I stayed quiet not knowing what to do. Then it came together in my mind. Tourette’s. She has Tourette’s syndrome. A friend of mine had it growing up. He had a twitch of his fingers, like the blinking of her eyes, and he had a facial tick where he squished a side of his face when he got mad. The more nervous or excited he got the worse it was. When he was really pissed off he said nonsense words over and over as well. He once confided in me when he was really horny making out with his girlfriend he would say some fucked up things like telling her he wanted her to fuck him and finger his butt and stuff.

“You have Tourette’s don’t you?” I asked and I put my hand on her bare leg. She was tense and I could feel it. She nodded.

“I’ll be honest with you. I think you are hot and I’ve felt the electricity between us and now I get why I was getting weird signals from you. I think you really want to go further and I would like to have that kiss again but only if you let go. There is nothing you can say or do that would not make me want you. Let go with me.”

She turned toward me and I moved my hand up her leg, she pushed her self towards me and leaned in. We started kissing again.

“Finger my pussy!” she exclaimed and then started to pull away. I stopped her.

“It’s ok. I just need to know if you want me to follow your directions or ignore them. I’m ok with both, no matter what they are.”

She looked at me and said, “This doesn’t bother you?”

“Not at all. It’s actually kinda hot. I like knowing that you have a hard time controlling yourself because of me. It’s turning me on.”

She got this devilish grin on her face and put her hand on my crotch and then looked at me as her grasp confirmed that I was, indeed, very turned on.

“Wet pussy licker!” she just stared at me, eyes wide, I could feel her leg tensing up and see her eyes looking into mine, searching for a reaction.

“Yes, I can be. I just need to know if that’s what you want or not.” is all I said in a very calm controlled tone.

“Yes, that’s the problem. I say what I want and can’t control it. Please. Yes. Now. Let’s go inside, inside.”

We went inside the motel room quickly and after the door closed all sense of holding back was gone. We stripped each other of our clothes fast and before I knew it we were making out, her breasts pressed against my hairy chest, her wet pussy rubbing on my cock as she straddled me sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Finger my whore pussy!” she spurted out and I rolled her over on to the bed, one knee on the mattress and as I continued to kiss her deeply, our tongues exploring, I put a finger inside her and began to wiggle it around exploring all sides of her vagina. Rubbing in an exaggerated circle.

“Bite my tits! Bite my tits!” and I did as she commanded, biting her tits and her nipples, not hard but hard enough to make her gasp and arch her back. I slipped another finger inside her and began rubbing in, up and out. I found that little mound at the top of her canal and focused my efforts there. I sat up a little so I could take in the view and she looked up at me, a look of pure hunger on her face.

“EAT MY CUNT! WET CUNT” I went down and began licking at her wet pussy. The patch of red pubic hair was already wet with her juices from my fingers and her sweat. I took it in my mouth and tugged and she squealed. I then went down and began licking hungrily around her outer lips. Tasting all her juices and listened to her groans and occasional “Fuck!” “Yes Yes” and moans of pleasure as I licked at her entire pussy, entering her with my tongue. She started to buck her hips and close her legs around my head, so I reached under her legs, grabbing her hipbones and pressed her down into the bed which forced her legs to spread a little and her pelvis to tilt towards the sky a bit, giving me even better access to her sweet treat.

“Eat my cum! Lick it! Lick it!” she belted out and began to convulse. I could feel her orgasm explode from within as she sucked in a big gasp of air and released it with waves of shuddering.

“Fuck me dick, fuck me!” I ignored this one and cupped my lips around her clit and sucked HARD. She quit breathing, her entire body freezing in place as I began to lick circles around her clit and within seconds she said, “Oh my god. I’m going to cum again, cum again.” And she did, releasing a little more liquid from her pussy as she did. It tasted amazing and made my dick even harder.

After she came down a little, I stood up and lifted her legs up in the air and put them on my left shoulder. I looked down at her and she was grinning from ear to ear at me. I was already starting to insert myself but I stopped.

“What is that look for?”

“It feels good to let go.”

And with that I drove my dick in to her slowly and all the way. She was so tight that I had no choice but to go slow, but wet enough that I was able to just apply steady pressure as she relaxed around me. When I bottomed out I began rotating my hips around, just grinding into her.

She arched her back and grabbed the sheets as I did this. “Fuck Hard. Hard stick!” I wanted to but I also wanted to do a little test, so I kept just grinding into her.

“FUCK ME HARD! HARD FUCK! HARD FUCK!” she yelled at me. Test complete. So I slowly withdrew till just the tip remained and then readjusted my grip on her angles and drove in hard, over and over again as she whimpered incoherently. After a few moments of doing this I felt like I better change or I would lose it, but she began breathing hard and I knew she was going to cum so I kept it up. As she had another orgasm I let her hit the peak of it and I pulled out before I came and dove down and started eating her out again as she came. (I had to get my mind off my own dick or I would have came and it was almost too late).

“Whore slut!”

She grabs me by my hair and pulls me into her, holding my head in place, as after a couple of minutes of circling her clit she starts to have another orgasm and she starts rocking her hips, rubbing her pussy up and down my face and grunting out loudly as she comes and growls out something I, to this day, have no clue what she said.

Suddenly she pushes me away from her and rolls over to her side, her body shuddering. “Enough, enough. Hold on.”

I stand up, my rock hard dick bouncing.

I come around to the side and she looks up and sees me.

“Hello sailor!” and she laughs. “I’ve always wanted to say that.”

“You’re funny.” I say, taking my dick in my hands, slowly stroking it for her.

“Do you want me to finish that off or do you want back inside me?”

“That’s a tough call. Why don’t you get on all fours and let me think about it?”

She gets up into doggy and I pull her towards me, inserting myself as I do. And I start with a nice slow rhythm, feeling her around me. I know that when I do it this way and look down at her asshole, it will not take me long to cum. That’s my favorite.

As I start going, I feel her get wetter. It was an odd sensation, she was wet already, but then it’s like someone pumped in a couple shots of lube.

“Cock me hard!” “Finger my little slut asshole!”

I stick my thumb in my mouth and get a bit of saliva on it and start rubbing her asshole, bringing bits of her own juices up as I can in between slow thrusts. I can feel that I won’t be much longer. A minute or two at most when she says, “Fuck my asshole. Finger it! Hard Finger my ass hard!” So I insert my thumb in her ass, she gasped and pushed back against me.

“I’m going to cum soon!” I warn her.

“Cumming too!!!” “Oh god” “Cum inside me, pill! Oh my god, oh my god!!!” I feel her asshole tighten around my thumb and I feel my balls clinch up and I drive both my thumb in hard and my cock. Flooding her pussy as my orgasm over takes me and I grab onto her hip with my other hand, trying my best to stay standing. After a moment, I slowly remove my thumb and back away letting my slowly deflating cock slip out. The second it’s out of her, she flops down on to her side and I go and lay down next to her, facing her. We just stared at each other and drifted off to sleep.

The rest of the group returned about 5 or 6 hours later, deee-runk and quickly passed out. Pancho tried to have sex with his girl but she threatened to throw up on him, so he backed off. While Milk played it smooth and covered his girl up, sat by her head as she slept on the couch of the little room and in the morning those two had EXTREMELY LOUD shower sex. Milk was also hung like a horse and they thought the noise of the shower would cancel out their sounds. She didn’t account for The Red October nearly splitting her in two. We ended up spending the rest of the week together seeing and fucking all around San Diego. It became a competition amongst us all. The Murph, Old Towne, at the flea market, PB, 32nd street. It was difficult at times because I would have to cover Daisy’s mouth when we really got going. But she ended up finding that a turn-on and it just made it worse or better…well, O.K., let’s be honest, both.

Good times…good times.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/kj1bes/my_time_with_the_foul_mouthed_redhead