The Sands of Marinarus 21

The Sands of Marinarus 21 [part 21 of 21]
By: Will Buster

The Sands of Marinarus By Will Buster Chapter 21

Kal ignored the hot beach sand that stung his bare feet. He stood upon the strand while his two weeks bride emerged from the refreshing coolness of the gentle sea. Nika flung herself into his arms and clung to him as if keeping cadence with the surging breakers which caressed the salt-sprayed shingle.

It had been four years since the strange disappearance of Edward Spencer, late Colonel of the ROYAL Air Force and former resident of England. Officially, he was listed as missing. The scientists still couldn't crack the meaning of the symbols although they had discovered some mathematical patterns in the mix. Eventually a few scientists had carefully touched several of the symbols but nothing happened. The only symbol that nobody dared touch was the one the late commander had on that fateful day.

These far distant realities were absent from their minds as they embraced on the sandy paradise of Fiji. They sat down to watch a truly breathtaking sunset. Kal remarked in a dreamy voice, "Doesn't it look like the sun is about to get swallowed by the deep? Ancient man must have thought that the sun was extinguished at night by the ocean and then somehow reborn each morning. What a sight!"

Nika clung to Kal with her almost naked, bikini clad body. She whispered, "When the sun goes down, let's fuck until dawn right here on the beach. I bet you'd like that and we've never done it on a public beach before. Wouldn't that be naughty?"

Kal grinned, "You're a wicked temptress, you know. " Each could see the light of the waning sun glitter in the others eyes. His hand carefully unclasped the catch on the back of her bikini top, releasing her tits to do more interesting things than just rest, snug and secure in the bathing suit cups. She was gently rubbing the bulge in his own swimsuit. She could feel his hardness that could only mean one thing. He was going to impale her just where she wanted it, deep in her little pussy-hole.

"I've got some interesting news for you fuck boy." She whispered very seductively. He mumbled into her ear, "Oh and what's that wench?"

She giggled a little, "Well not to long from now you are going to be a genuine, certified mother fucker. You're gonna be a daddy, honey bunch." His voice smiled into her hair in the gathering darkness as another day drifted into forgetfulness. "I bet it happened on the ship between worlds. I've never been able to resist your fancy fucking pussy. No wonder you took me up so quick on my marriage offer."

She snuggled even closer and guided his fingers to her eager tits. "Well love, I'd been trying to fuck you into a proposal for four years. Why did you wait so long?"

"Well you were so good as my whore I didn't see how you could be better as my wife."

She spoke with mock anger, "Oh you beast! Do you mean to say if I'd been harder to get you would have proposed sooner?"

He laughed, "Probably love, after all one way or the other I wasn't about to let you out of my sight. Nika you are undoubtedly the naughtiest, sexiest, filthiest slut on two worlds. At least you are for me and I'm going to thoroughly enjoy being a nasty mother fucker once junior comes along. Is it going to be a boy or a girl?"

She sighed, "It's going to be a boy. Some poor future girl is going to get laid out and nailed by the little monster. You've got five months to determine a name for him. You name the boys and I name the girls."

He expertly slid off her bottoms. She accommodated him by raising her hips and legs in the right way. "So you expect that there will be some future additions?"

"As many as this run down body can manage. I've only got about five or six good child bearing years left so I expect you to put your shoulder to the wheel and keep me fat with child you horny animal."

He slipped off his own swimsuit. Dusk was conveniently deepening. He mounted and took her right on that public beach. They didn't care if they were observed or not. They were together in their own little world. They knew each other so well now. Each thrust and answering squeeze had purpose and precision. They could draw out the fucking or burst together in a few minutes. They worked each other like professionals. His humping kept time with the waves, slow and full, deep and hard until her frantic moans and craving sex cries made him go wild. He rammed her from one climax to another until they both released at the same ecstatic moment.

In the darkness she whispered, "You are so bad baby. I think I know why you love me like you do?"

His mouth released her left breast to answer. "Oh and why do you think I love you so much?"

She giggled, "It's quite simple really. I'm petite and small and my holes are tight. You get off thinking I'm a thirteen-year-old chick that's too hot to handle. It's like you fantasize doing a young teen slut every night. Am I right?"

"Yeah Nika except you have the added advantage of knowing what to do with your naughty mouth and filthy little fuck holes. A teen slut wouldn't know what you know."

"I bet you say that to all the girls."

"Absolutely, it works like a charm every time. You wouldn't believe the slut I met four years ago on a ship to Mars."

She was massaging his dick to bring some new life to it. "Well let's see if I can guess dearest. You met a hot, horny Chenk slut who had the morality of a jungle cat and the sexual experience of a ten-year whore. She fell in love with you almost on the spot and she let you do everything possible to her lovely depraved person. Is that pretty close?"

He entered her again. "As close as this you sleazy tart! Now shut up and fuck!"

Her mouth met his with fire and openness. Spit and tongues slipped from throat to throat while their groins were re-joined in love's ecstasy. They thrilled in the rediscovery of each other after their first quick burst of passion. She spread wider for him. Then she raised her legs and slowly wrapped them around his waste to hold him fast to her pulsating pussy. Her hands held his ass and forced him deeper and deeper. She wanted all of him, hard and fast. They didn't need to speak. They knew what the other wanted. Their blood seethed like the ocean that rushed and churned so close to them while the beach sand cushioned them with the hot day's lingering warmth. There was no Mars, no air corps, no U.N.S.S. Hydra. The vanished commander and his strange story were forgotten. Forgotten was everything except her plush cunt and his raw boned rod that explored inside her for minute after glorious minute and hour after ecstatic hour. They kept no track of climax or moans or anything else as they continued on the voyage of two becoming totally one.

At times their lovemaking was slow, delicious and leisurely. At others they would fuck with the frenzy of unchained animals in the cool darkness of the beach. Sometimes, they dozed fitfully, between salty comments that rivaled the salt of the sea that lapped so close to them. When dawn came they greeted the new sun with an embrace just as hot and just as fiery. After they reluctantly got their skimpy clothes back on he asked, "How would you like to live and work in HOUSTON ONCE OUR LEAVE IS OVER?"

She asked, "Why Houston?"

"Well I had a talk with Wilcox last week on the vidphone and he told me that we both could have some plush jobs at the head office if we want them. Seems they want to reward us for finding the "dark room" up in a certain long deserted cave in the Mariner rift."

She gave him her most devilish grin. "It would be so nice to finally put down roots love. You tell the general that I'll be ready to go once junior is alive and kicking. But remember dear no fucking the nanny if we hire one."

They watched, as the sun seemed to miraculously rise from the depths of the sea and begin a new glorious day.

The End.