Harry McGroyn formulated a plan to infiltrate
Rosie Palmz's chaste shores and authenticate her womanhood the moment he
saw her. His brain whirred at the prospect of burying the Thrill Hammer
into her moist sacred place, obliterating her maidenhead with a single
motion. Rosie resisted his appeal to provide sheer, unadulterated
pleasure; now he prepared to dispense it in such aplomb that she'd plead
him to extinguish her virginity.
The night cooled the sun-baked
sands as he searched for Rosie. He spotted her, luxuriating in the surf as
waves smacked her with resounding force. Undulating with each swell, she
shivered as the tide broke against her center. Harry imagined the
sensation of water swirling between those gamine thighs, the surf pounding
against the mound.
Harry viewed the complacency of Rosie's
features, deducing the transfixed girl was in desperate need of a good
fucking. The surge of blood in his engorged cock throbbed with enthusiasm
as he gravitated toward his quarry.
Basking in the deluge of
titillation, Rosie was oblivious to the invasion of privacy. Her nipples
hardened from the onslaught of rolling waves, the thrashing salty spray
igniting the embers of passion. If only a practiced mouth could drive
through into the fragrant wetness. She shivered as the visions gripped
her, dwelling on wicked thoughts and the motion of the sea. At once, aware
of being watched she turned her shoulder, and saw Harry with a cool grin
on his face. Flustered, she worried that her licentiousness was on public
display. "How long…?"
Swallowing hard, she
struggled to her feet. He'd caught her fantasizing, seduced by the lure of
the ocean. Even in her predicament, she was incredibly excited. Although
she'd never admit it, she found Harry darkly appealing. The thought of his
arms encircling her, and mouth nibbling the nape of her neck made her
The urge to be deflowered was tremendous. She shuddered to
venture how easily he could lower her onto the sand, granting relief to
her trembling legs. It took her breath away to envision the treacherous
act of fornication.
"It's late. I'd better be going."
don't have to."
She wasn't alarmed by his brashness, merely
resigned to her unflagging virtue. "There's plenty of girls at the bar
that would welcome your company."
"I know what I want."
Rosie was cognizant that his stiffy was close to her clenched
fist. The center of her palm ached to clasp the congealed mass and
encircle the crown of his petrified thingy. Harry sensed her detachedness
and if she remained disinterested, he'd have little choice but to beat
off, and given the record of her virginal status, victory appeared
"I really have to go," She replied with conviction,
shattering his dream.
Harry reacted swiftly, refusing to have his
ego demoted. His arms encircled her shoulders, pulling her back toward
him. Her supple flesh molded to his muscular frame in sweet surrender. The
outline of his hard-on made its impression against her firm cheek. In a
calculated move, Harry's fingertips grazed her navel and delved into the
uncharted bikini bottom.
Rosie gritted her teeth as she felt the
exploration, shivering as he wove through the tangle of curls. He cupped
her mound and rotated the flat of his palm with delicious fluency. She
wanted him to stop, but the sheer pleasure of the act prevented her from
censuring him. "Oh Harry…" She whimpered, nearing collapse at the
ministrations. Rosie groped the Thrill Hammer in the heat of sexual
delirium, thumbing its rigidity through the trunks. Cream flowed from her
slot like a fountainhead, dampening his hand.
Harry beamed. He'd
not only reversed her decision; he was about to have his way. Employing
action rather than verbiage, he let one finger drop to the slit of her
unspoiled territory, stealthily probing the sluiced opening. Rosie gasped
and ground her lush buttocks against his engorged pecker. He grunted at
the compaction of ass muscle straining his harpoon.
guided their molded forms to the carpet of sand, his fingers maintaining
its vigil within the depths, and his dick tucked securely in her crack.
Rosie was under the spell of his seduction and obediently
Her breasts pulled free from the bikini top, granting him
unlimited access to her erect nipples. He cupped the wealth of billowy
softness, plying it with urgent pressure. She responded heatedly,
burrowing his Thrill Hammer in the clutch of her buns. The blood surging
within his swollen shaft was at maximum containment.
clitoris vibrated from his manipulation, his expert finger-work caused her
to contract, turning her body into a conduit of pleasure. If Harry
continued to finger her, she'd have one hell of a blow out.
Unconsciously, she fumbled blindly into his shorts, seized the
petrified Thrill Hammer, and distractedly stroked it. In a few precious
seconds, it would be over. If she weren't restrained from her affliction,
the cream rinse intended for her love canal during the breaking in
ceremonies would be voided into the night. "No, don't…" His strangled cry
was lost as Rosie exploded into orgasm.
"Oh God!" She howled
euphorically. Her meteoric convulsions precipitated feverish grappling of
the Thrill Hammer. Harry fought to impede climax, but the rumbling in his
balls precluded the fact.
With utter resignation, he relinquished
his remittance on her exposed buttocks, along with the unrequited dreams
of glory. The chastity nearly claimed, his chance blown to the wind. "Oh
Christ!" He groaned, as hot seed pumped from his turgid tool. Rosie
watched the seed dampen her cheeks.
As the final spurts landed on
her backside, she sobered. The excess hormones depleted and her lustful
tendencies satisfied, she was released from the clutch of dark desire.
With mounting horror, she saw her virtue crippled, though still intact.
What had driven her to such extremes? Was she in that much of a hurry to
"Wait, don't go," Harry gestured
Rosie fled the scene, still a certifiable
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