thong’s musky taste filled my mouth. Helpless, I drooled on the sand.
My legs trembled and shook with the rhythm of Karl’s ongoing blows to my sex. I pulsed my ass in the air in time with the beat.
“You’re so sexy, Grace. I need to take you now.”
“Mmppysh!” I shouted into the cloth and sand blocking the path of my voice. I wiggled my rear end like a wanton to communicate what my mouth could not.
He dropped his stick and then his pants. Hanging between the arch of my legs, his penis surged like a rocket raised against the sky. Karl gripped his shaft with one hand and guided his missile toward my swollen and dripping hole.
Juices cascaded down my leg from my happily tormented pussy. Karl pressed his massive knot against my swampy gates and eased himself in. A ring of pain shot up from my entrance, and I gasped and sucked air around my panties. The scent of my pussy filled my senses and I dug at the sand with my bound hands.
“Owsheieowsh,” was all the sound I could make. Karl leaned into my back and moved his hips back and forth, getting his cock well lubricated.
With one hand he reached under me and ran his fingers from my belly to my right breast.
He grasped my boob with his fingers and ran his thumb over my stiff nipple, sending sparks through my body.
When the sparks reached my sheath they helped me to stretch, and the circle of muscle surrounding my vulva relaxed. Karl’s steel-hard dick entered spreading me open and filling me. He pushed with small forward motions, inch by inch. I bit the sandy cloth filling my mouth. A firefly climbed a beach grass stem before my eyes, shining his light in time with Karl’s gentle thrusts.
I’d been holding my breath. I breathed out, moaning and blowing the powdery sand around the firefly, who shook his hind legs with annoyance.
“Oh Grace, you feel so good.”
“Mmmyoutoo,” I sighed through my gag.
“Are you OK?” Funny question from the beast who caned me to get in the mood and then shoved his swollen member inside me while I lay bound and gagged on a public beach.
“Mmmk,” I moaned. Again, I wigged my waist to show him. I pushed back against him to let him know what I wanted. Karl’s fingers dug into my hips and he pulled me into him and then pushed me back. His motion sent shots of lust and pleasure through my body, radiating from my sex like the cloud-to-cloud lightning arching above us in the night sky.
Karl’s fingers dug into me and his strong arms rocked my hips back and forth. My knees dug holes in the sand and I turned my body over to his rhythm. He pulled and pushed me with one hand on my side. Keeping his fingers touching me while he moved them, he reached his right hand around my waist and found my button with his fingers. He tapped and rubbed in time with his thrusts and my conscious mind sank into a haze of lust. The bug, the sand, and the beach grass before my eyes blurred into an impressionistic wash of flashing moonlit blue.
I couldn’t breathe fast enough with the cotton wad of my ruined panties stuffing my mouth so I spat them out. “Karl, harder, yes, my clit whack it, pinch it, Oh yes.”
He obliged, slapping my pussy to the beat of his piston-driven hips. Then he grabbed my eager nub between his fingers and pulled and rubbed. The shocking pain sent me over the edge into a rushing waterfall of white foam and green sparkling trees. I sank into balmy water and swirled around, lost in a foaming maelstrom. Sand filled my mouth, blocking my shrieks and sending them internally to join a whirl of sensations carrying me into the perfect essence of azure.
Riding over all my orgasmic sensation was fear of being seen by strangers. I imagined lights and flashes and headlines.
Well Known Blogger Caught Having Sex on the Beach! with my face plastered all over the morning papers. The thought terrified me and my kinky mind turned the terror to lust. The ease by which we could be discovered and our crime broadcast excited me.
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