Shipwrecked Beauty

I didn’t even know his name, but I knew everything about hiI didn’t even know his name, but I knew everything about him I needed to know: He was strong, he was hung, and I owe him my life. So giving him my unprotected pussy seemed like a bargain, at any rate.

And it’d been too long since I had a real man.

My tongue was too entangled with his to bother asking for such trivial things anyways, and I could already feel my honey drenching my swimsuit.

He held me in his arms as he knelt in the sand, my legs around him, my warming pussy rubbing against his hard member, the two of us making out and fondling each other. We savoured that moment, groping, his hands on my slender body, feeling my bubbly round butt, my breasts, and everything between and beyond. My hands running along each crevice of his bulging muscles.

The rest of the survivors of the cruise were off in the distance, saved by life rafts instead of handsome studs, but there was still a very real risk that we could be caught. In New York it’d be an absolute scandal, plastered on every cheesy tabloid.

MODEL CAUGHT IN THE ACT!!

But that felt lik

e a distant memory of someone I used to be.

I was reborn.

And I was reborn to be his girl.

His large hands went to work at my bathing suit, peeling it away and off my body, freeing me from all lingering remains of modesty and civility. My perky breasts exposed, pale pink nipples so stiff in the sun as he laid me back onto the sand like I was his bride to be, and not just his quickie deserted beach fuck.

He got up over me, and in his haste to get his shorts off, he tugged the band and they ripped off to the point of near utter uselessness. That big, meaty dick of his spilling out, throbbing and oh so hard, and a hefty pair of balls dangling beneath it.

“Useless,” he said as he cast away his torn boxers to the side, thinking them little more than trash now.

I almost fainted as I looked down at his cock. I swear, my mouth was literally watering, and my pussy was dripping my juices into the hot sand. I grabbed the cast away boxers, pushing it beneath my bottom so that I wasn’t going to get sand in a sensitive place, and smiled up at him.

“Not that useless,” I teased him, spreading my legs and revealing my smooth, shaven, pink little pussy for him.

He watched me use his discarded, torn shorts as a little protective blanket and he grinned with amusement before helping spread my smooth, creamy inner thighs. He sized up my smooth little slit, then popped two of his fingers in his mouth, moistening them before he reached down and spread the petals of my pussy.

“God damn. Even prettier than I thought it’d be. Never seen one so nice,” he said, rubbing at my pussy then beginning to push one finger inside. His single digit was nearly a match for Mr. Producer last night, and I still had the promise of that cock of his, which throbbed so thickly as he began to finger my slit.

He was considerate to make sure I was wet, but I could tell from the look of pleasure on his face that he instantly realized that I didn’t need any help. I had never been more turned on, and I could barely even contain myself from squirming against his finger, need and lust making my hips buck against him eagerly.

His broad shouldered form loomed over me, but his eyes were glued to my body as he teased my slit, then plucked his finger from me. He popped that glistening fingertip into his mouth and sucked my honey from it.

“Mmm… incredible,” he rumbled, and as I thought he was just going to mount me—hell, I wanted him to!—he instead lunged down and planted his lips around my smooth little pussy and tongued my sensitive clit, tasting my wetness at its source.

I squealed. It was just an instinctual reaction! We were in broad daylight, and sound travels with open space, but I didn’t even care. The sight—the sensation!—of the sexiest man I’d ever met tasting my pussy was bliss.

I was completely shaved, and could feel every subtle motion, every little bit of sensation, and my body was quickly getting to the point of no return. If I was a man, I’d probably be embarrassed at how fast I was gonna cum, but there was no holding back, and the second his tongue pressed against my clit, I screamed with pleasure.

My fingers ran through his long dark hair as he licked at my little clit, those slender digits tightening as he quickly prodded me to such sensational highs. The sight of those huge, rippling muscles before me as he bent down and went to work on the smooth area between my legs, so masterfully driving me over that cliff into such a quick frenzy.

I was screaming out, my hips bucking, and a gush of further honey coating his face as he made me cum. And he refused to stop, driving me through overwhelming pleasure as he lapped up every last bit of my juices before finally breaking from my pussy.

“God that was good,” he said, wiping what little remained of my climax from around his lips, his dick standing out oh so hard as he lowered himself over me, took that meaty shaft in one hand and slapped it to my slit.

I was dizzy from the power of my orgasm. I couldn’t remember a time I had cum so fast, and so hard, but I certainly wasn’t complaining. I just wanted more, and my slender legs spread wider, my hips lifting towards him as I mewled pathetically.

He smacked that massive cock of his against my slit once more, before trailing his thick, glistening purple tip up to my clit. He made me shiver and shake with the way he teased that little sensitive bundle of nerves, still tingling with the aftermath of my first climax. But luckily his patience was at an end too, and it didn’t last long before he pulled back and lined up his huge cock with my warm, wet hole.

He didn’t hesitate then, he just speared his girth into me with a pleasured moan, stretching out my tight little pussy so widely, it was aching! My slick vaginal tunnel was stretched to its limits, clinging to his every inch as he went balls deep inside me, only barely able to fit it all in as he got over me, broad chest heaving.

“Fuck… that’s tight,” he rumbled, as my whole body stiffened and tensed from his penetration, only to get no reprieve as he tugged back his hips, making my pussy cling to it, as if pulling back, not wanting him to go. But he wasn’t gone long before he thrust again.

I knew how wrong it was. Maybe that’s why I was so wet. Maybe that’s why my body was just aching with need. It was wrong, but it didn’t matter. We might never get rescued from this island, and he was my protector, my hero.