Chapter 3: Wedding Night Train Continues

In the hot tub Qwit had settled Red so she was resting comfortably in her husband’s arms, where she sharing gentle kisses with Phil and the two indians. Phil had his fingers working in her pussy, to clean her out. The couple was also telling the guys about their honeymoon, where they spent a lot of time on the beaches they knew so well. During the day they kept their eyes on the weather to catch the best waves, and late at night they went to the best places they knew to make love under the stars, on the beach or in the sea.

They rented a kayak out of Wailea and “touched base” down at Little Beach, seeing some local friends, sleeping and loving on the beach, then continuing on toward Hana at dawn. There they made a visit to the temple and recited their vows for the first time.

Some of those night-time places where they made love were known by others on the island. At one spot, there were three other couples who picked the same place, and almost the same time, to make love one night. One of the couples consisted of two native men who used a position where they both squatted with the one being fucked braced on a tree while the other rammed up into him hard and fast. None of the couples seemed bothered by the presence of others, each couple was there for their mate, sharing the pure pleasure of expressing their naked love under the open sky.

Insects, birds and the sounds of lovers filled the air, making it, in some ways, the best of nights. After the loving exertions they all went to the water to cool their bodies.

When Sam joined them and was settled into the hot tub Phil asked Brisk about his statement about his family and marriage. An arranged marriage, expected to last a lifetime seemed a very foreign concept in California.

Brisk kept things vague, Sam trusted the couple but Brisk did not want to share too much. He said that he and Qwit were from South America, a tight indigenous group, with long-held customs. He expected to return to his people in a couple of weeks. He explained that, in the tribe, marriage was for children, so it was exclusive when the woman was fertile. But all women had the right to take any man, married or not, for pleasure as long as pregnancy or youth or incest was not an issue. There was a place devoted to “pleasure couplings,” where the women took the men they wanted there, to enjoy them in public. There was no “your place or mine” foolishness, and no secrets about who they were with.

Now, while he was in LA, Brisk could follow local customs for dating and sex. But if he expected to return home, he had to return to the traditions. Also, he mentioned that in the Andes, people did not live that long, especially men. It was a tough life.

Going deeper, Brisk explained how, until recently, the arranged marriages were required for survival. “The tribe was isolated, and we are all related, so for genetic reasons we had to arrange marriages between those who were distant, genetically. It was what we learned as children and we tracked every generation since we started. The need of the tribe to continue was more important than petty individual preferences, especially when the only significance of marriage was a wife’s three fertile days each month. New genes were added sometimes, but that was hit and miss, and when they came they had to be spread about quickly. Also, the council of women had to consider not just one couple at a time, but the entire population of the tribe who would need to marry in the next decade or two. Imagine 50 men and 40 women shipwrecked on an island with no hope of rescue, if you hoped to survive you might do the same.”

“Like the crew of the HMS Bounty,” Red noted. “Of course they didn’t want to be found and didn’t think ahead. Plus, emotions overcame genes so they didn’t manage things scientifically. That resulted in some madness and murder.”

Phil added, “Also, based on history perhaps the sailors were an emotional group, maybe they were outliers who could not stick to the plan. It is a good thing that inbreeding problems take time to manifest, like the Habsburgs.”

Qwit raised another important point. “Those on the council also were predisposed by circumstance towards larger, more powerful frames, because they considered combat as inevitable in their society. Before the Spanish came they had not yet reached the iron age, and had no beasts of burden so everybody walked. In the mountains, for both war and peace height was an advantage. For a significant part of our history we had to fight the Incas, and if we lost once they would wipe us out. So we never lost an encounter.”

“So you never lost once?” Phil asked. “For how long?”

“Never once, for the entire history of the Inca nation, as well as the nations it was formed from ... and the rule of the Spanish governments that ended them. In every battle we killed all the attackers. No quarter was granted, because even one survivor escaping would bring more Incas and end our tribe, that was the way they did things. Part of the key was staying hidden, and part was just desperation in all-out combat, because so much was at stake.”

Phil asked, “You said Qwit was also in this tribe? You are related?”

Qwit answered that. “Brisk and I have a common relative three generations back. A detailed family history is part of every child’s education. Also, while some couples apply to be married by mutual choice with permission, usually the past has been for a man to apply for a bride selected by the Council. That was how Nia was almost married, but she did not want the man they chose. She found another man she liked so the pair left the mountain. I am short while the majority of the council favored tall children, so I was turned down by the Council, leaving me free to marry Sam when the time is ripe.”

“You were turned down because of your height? But you are so strong!”

“They were thinking based on the patterns of the past, about future generations. To fight the Incas, the Council has always looked to height as an issue. With sticks and stones as weapons for mountain warriors it makes sense. So they rejected me as a breeder. Also, there are a couple of secondary reasons, like the number of women far enough away genetically, in terms of future matches. After that I came to this country for a very long time, over a decade. At this point raising a family in the mountains would be impossible in any case. But it worked out, now I am here with a woman I love, and she does work the council cannot start to imagine, in a place with great luxuries at the fingertips. Things like light and hot water.” Qwit and Sam smiled at each other.

After a time Sam took Red on her lap the two spent some time making out while the men used their hands to keep the mood interesting. Red enjoyed the time resting in the hot tub, but she was not done with the sex for the night. So after a bit of Sam’s quick pleasure to recover she was anxious to return to the party room, she had two more men who were looking to satisfy her while the others watched.

Phil dried his wife off, but she asked Qwit if he would carry his one-legged wife again. She didn’t need it, but she did like his big hands, and was frankly amazed by the strength of the man and how easily he carried her. Brisk was stronger than Phil, but Qwit’s muscles were massive even next to Brisk.

When they got back to the room there was a large pillow on the bed - a sex pillow with kind of a “flowing wave” variant of a ramp/wedge design that was long enough so Red could stretch out on it.

Red was a virgin when she fed the shark, so all her sexual experiences were variations of the missionary position or the prone position. She could not get on all fours so she never was able to try doggie-position sex. The pillow tripped her imagination by making all manner of other positions possible. She had often wondered what it would be like to stick her butt up in the air as one or more men nailed her from behind. Now she could find out. (Hanging her butt of the end of the bed was the only option she had considered in the past, but that was not comfortable for her.)

This was especially an issue with Qwit. At work they usually fucked in a face-to-face position on a chair, where he had good access to her tits, which both liked. Simply put, he was a nice guy and a better-than-average fuck (far better than the untrained computer geeks), but having his face looking down at her in missionary was always a distraction for Red. That did not mean the sex was bad, but it did mean that she faced a higher hurdle when it came to losing herself in the purely physical sensations, even if he was better than average.

As they entered the room Sam explained about the pillow, “We had this custom made as your wedding present. If you want to try it with Qwit you can, or you can continue what you were doing.”

Qwit was up next for Red’s wedding night train. While Brisk was handsome, the best Red could say about Qwit was that his face was “interesting,” and with a beard it was better than his craggy features. So she thought that maybe a switch from missionary to trying doggie-style was a good move. However, Red knew that Qwit was very appreciative of her breasts, and she enjoyed his appreciation. Plus, after the hot-tub, she was concerned about lubrication. Qwit’s cock, while not especially long, was wider in girth than Phil or Brisk, or any other cock Red had known for years. So Red decided to ask for some of his breast work to restart her own juices.

They started sitting up, with Red’s leg around Qwit’s waist and Qwit holding Red up so her breasts were at his lips. There he began licking, sucking, kissing and teasing her nipples every possible way with just his lips and tongue. It was a delight for both.

At 5 foot 8 Red was taller than Qwit and while she was not, in any sense, overweight, her curves and athletic muscles meant she was not light. She swung her leg around him, but that didn’t do much beyond controlling her position. Then Qwit put his hands under her butt cheeks and held her up at just the right height, treating her breasts like a treat as if she weighed nothing. Red was delighted by both the sensation of being held up like that, and doubly-delighted by what his mouth was doing to stimulate her. Qwit was one of the best breast man she ever enjoyed the attentions of. Even after her juices were flowing freely again Red continued to let him pleasure her breasts.

However, after a time Red wanted to try her first doggie-position sex. Qwit set her on the wedge end of the cushion was exactly the way she wanted, she was face down with her bottom elevated on the high shelf of the blunt wedge, posed much like a woman on her knees. With the help of the wedge her one knee was enough.

The wedge was custom made for Red so somebody could put his cock into her from behind. From her butt her body was sharply angled down, with her ribs almost flat, making the angle of entry into her pussy markedly different from what it was when she was prone on her belly for rear entry. When Red was ready on the cushion, with her bottom presented for fucking, Qwit moved behind her

Qwit’s breast play had stimulated Red to produce a healthy flow of her own fresh lube, plus Qwit was producing a lot of pre-cum, so he used his cockhead to mix and spread the two. Qwit rubbed the nose of his cock along her pussy a few times, to spread what they had, then he started to nose-in, gently. Red grabbed her ass with both hands and opened herself to let the abundant juices she held inside flow out of her open entrance, to help the process. Finally, Phil came over and spread her inner pussy lips, to make things as easy for the lovers as possible.

Qwit started to press into her body. Instead of kneeling he was in a squatting position, it worked well for his height relative to her and gave him more freedom of movement to get started than a kneeling position. It suited him and he started to work his way in. Each time he pushed more lube was spread. Before his ridge entered his woman’s entrance Phil was able to step back.

“Oh my goodness, this is such a different entry,” Red exclaimed as Qwit finally pressed the ridge of his cock into her body.

For Red it was a totally different experience from what she always felt with prone rear entry, in large part because of the angle. The penetration was pressing his cock against the back of her vaginal passage. “Wow, that feels so different from what I am used to ... it rubs me in a way I have never been rubbed before. Maybe it is the new experience but I never felt so right-on target like this. It is like my pussy was designed for this cushion and this position. Plus your big strong hands holding my hips ... possessing my body so firmly, I feel like I am sexually owned by your cock. This is wonderful!” She turned to Sam. “Such a wonderful thoughtful wedding gift ... Both parts. Thank you!”

“I’m glad you enjoy both the cushion and my man,” Sam replied.

The visual image the pair presented made an impression on Sam, Phil and Brisk, an impression that brought to mind memorable movie scenes. Red was a modern California surfer girl, with a smooth trim body that would be appropriate on a billboard by the Sunset Strip advertising sunscreen or a similar product, were it not for the weight the camera always added to her slim muscles. One could easily picture her as a current French or Scandinavian model or perhaps a tennis player a few years past her prime. Her only hair was on her head, and that looked normal.

Qwit’s hairy form, on the other hand, looked like a museum exhibit recreation of an earlier model of the two-legged hominids that walked the earth during the colder ages of wooly mammoths, dire wolves and saber-tooth tigers. (The La Brea Tar Pits are on Wilshire Boulevard, a central LA traffic artery, a few miles miles away from Samantha’s home. They all drove past the billboards for the exhibits often.) His bushy eyebrows and forehead protruded, suggesting someone who predated homo sapiens, like the guy in the old ‘caveman’ series of pre-gecko GEICO TV commercials. In contrast to Red’s graceful smooth body Qwit was a collection of heavy bulging slabs of muscle, with abundant body hair seemingly running anyplace hair could grow from his eyebrows to his toes. He did not shave his face clean, Sam said it was useless because the five o’clock growth worked as sandpaper. Instead he had a fairly thick beard of longer facial hair. Rather than fight the battle with a razor Sam opted to condition the beard to softness.

The exception was his crotch, which was shaved clean weekly, because Sam didn’t care for hair in her teeth. It made his fat “lady sticker” that much more obvious. But as he fucked Red his crotch was not very visible.

They sincerely looked like two creatures born with tens of thousands of years of evolution between them, doing something that defied the basic laws of nature. Because of Qwit’s squatting position Brisk mused that he “looked like the sex scene from ‘Quest For Fire,’ only with svelte Buffy the Vampire Slayer” (movie version) cast in place of gaunt Ika (played by a very skinny young Rae Dawn Chong, she really was just skin and bones wearing naught but fashionable black and grey body paint when she squatted for sex ... or to start the fire).

There was a mirror positioned so Red could see what they looked like as they screwed. She kept having to stare at the image they made together, it was fascinating.

Red was not complaining even if, once Qwit got going, the treatment looked a little rough to the audience. To her it felt far better than it looked. Qwit was unique, a very masculine lover that fine-tuned his moves to what worked for her responses. She really appreciated that. Plus, looking at him and seeing with eyes that identified him as uber-masculine grabbed something deep and primitive inside her anima. The sight of their bodies joined in coitus activated a natural, primal urge, something not of the mind or the heart but something that evolution had written in the source code buried in her genes. Her body felt drawn to this very proto-male as a protector, with the price of protection and children being the pleasure she was giving him now. In evolutionary terms, it wasn’t really that long ago when such men were chiefs of tribes who protected to the death their harems of breeder-wives from threats external and internal. Behavior much like a pride of lions, still seen in some tribal cultures today.