Chapter 4
Bill Mitchell, hardly one to waste time with strategic maneuvers, already plotted as how he would take Alexa North's virginity. His brain whirred at the prospect of burying his dick in her most sacred place with pleasure-giving force. He envisioned her surrender once properly stimulated. True, Alexa had resisted him before, but he was prepared to deal her a heavy dose of masculine charm.
Unconsciously, he stroked the brimming hardness beneath his swimsuit. He was obsessed with thinking about how sweet it was to have a virgin. That his cock would be the first she would enjoy gave him a jump of lust.
Alexa was under his constant observation, so he knew where to find her. The beach was shrouded in darkness, the night breeze cooling the sun-baked sand as his feet shuffled along a determined path. Bill, noting the absence of people along the shore, concluded they had either congregated at the Bare Butt Bar or were in their rooms.
It was a perfect moonlit night for stargazing. For a person more sexually inclined, the sky offered the ideal illumination for fucking.
At last, he happened upon Alexa, who was sitting upon the large rocks that were lashed by the waves, gazing out at the ocean. She permitted herself to be smacked without stirring. The foam rinsed around her feet, luring her into a pensive mood. She seemed to undulate with each white-cap, shivering as the tide broke against her supple breasts. Bill imagined the sensation of water and sea particles swirling between those untouched legs, or the surf pounding against her gentle mound. It made him hard, maintaining that thought.
The serenity of Alexa's features aroused him. Perhaps, though, it was his knowledge of her not having had a man in her pussy that made his cock swell. He took in that sexy body and knew he had to be the first.
Alexa was unaware she was being watched. Her nipples stiffened from the onslaught of the waves. The marvelous combers, with their salty spray, ignited the embers of passion. She longed for a male hand to reach out and touch her. A simple caress was all she wanted.. .until a crash of water hit her crotch. She had always been afraid of getting eaten-even though she had succumbed to it a few times in the past-for the belief she would quickly lose control. Even as she fought to dismiss it, an imaginary mouth descended between her legs and excited her pussy in a way she had only dreamed. She could practically feel its darting point assault her until she became drenched with desire. Getting her clit licked was a forbidden delight. The nice part was inescapable joy; not being able to elude that curling tip. The application of saliva and its blend of warm exhalations sent her into a stupor.
Cathy had once told her she lied to men about cumming when they gave her head; she didn't want them to know she had had an orgasm, so she could keep enjoying what they did. Their tongues very well might have gone numb before she had received her fill.
She quivered as these visions gripped her, propelled by the raging spume. If was fortunate a man wasn't present. In her vulnerable condition, her virginity certainly wouldn't last long.
All at once, she was aware she was being studied. She turned her shoulder to see Bill Mitchell sitting a few feet back with a grin planted on his face. Flustered, she worried that her abandon with nature's elements was put on display.
"How.. .how long, uh, have you-" she stammered.
"Long enough," he muttered.
She swallowed hard, then fought to rise. Her knees were rubbery, and try as she did, found it difficult to stand. She buckled and fell back on the rocks.
Had he caught her fantasizing, seduced by the lure of the ocean? Somehow, even in her awkward predicament, she was terribly excited. She didn't want to admit to Bill she found him attractive. The thought of his arms circling her, her lips nibbling at the nape of her throat and his crotch pressing against her generated a hot quiver. At the moment, she was quite susceptible. The urge to end her virginity was overwhelming. Her pussy tightened by instinct. A warm, oozing moisture engulfed her.
"The ocean is lovely," she murmured, attempting to derail the hot commotion racing in her body, "don't you agree?"
"It's kind of sexy, I think." He came up to her and stroked her bare back. His fingertips scorched her senses. "Its rolling motion puts me in that kind of mood."
With him being closer, Alexa saw the outline of his cock through his trunks. A desire to stroke that enticing shape and observe its reaching full extension manifested itself. The heavy pulsations between her legs continued.
In her mind, she saw herself reclining on the sand and spreading herself open to him. His hand slid over her sex-hungry flesh, awakening each cell during travel. More of her juices seeped from her loins as he wove over her swollen tits to taunt the aching nipples. Those luscious pebbles welcomed his manly touch, setting off electrical currents that coursed through her body and issued one large charge to her starved snatch. Ohhhhhhhhhh. She would permit him to untie the strings to her bikini bottoms and gaze at her naked pussy. Fierce need would rule his expression. The bulb of his cock would emerged from the top of his suit. Her finger hooked the elastic rim to bare the length of his shaft. Ohhhhhhhhh. She could not mentally process its size. How could he expect her to fit such a thing into her cunt? He would split her in half! Even though she was sent in a panic, the void between her legs craved to be filled.
"Are you cold?" he asked, interrupting her unraveling fantasy as she trembled beneath his probing touch.
"No," she murmured. "Not.. .cold."
As his fondling intensified, she returned to her vision of the future. She felt that wresting sensation between his stiff cock and her pussy; inevitably, his cock would win. He would penetrate her seal of innocence just as surely as she pushed her hips in an effort to assist him. It stole her breath to consider this event. She saw herself clinging to him, her thighs wrapped secured to his waist, her chin burrowing into his shoulder as pain shot through her body. He would ride her writhing torment for several moments before it ebbed, replaced by insatiable hunger. She couldn't help thinking this would lead to unparalleled ecstasy. To be filled by a man and work toward taking pleasure with him was her secret wish. She yearned to free herself from the bonds of morality and become a spontaneous soul.
Yet her conscience precluded its occurrence.
"It's late," she mentioned. "I'd better go."
"You don't have to go anywhere. Not when you're with me."
She wasn't alarmed by his boldness, but merely resigned to her unflagging virtue. "Don't waste it on me, Bill. There are plenty of girls down at the bar who truly would welcome your company."
"I don't care about them." His voice was low,. stimulating. "I know what I want."
His erection was several inches from her hand. She ached to clasp it, skin and skin, and experience its wild beat. The temptation almost defeated her.
By the slightest margin, her chastity won. She would not allow herself to succumb. No matter how desperately she wanted to give him what they both craved, she found the reserves to decline.
Bill sensed her detachedness. That clouded look in her eyes punctured his confidence. His cock twitched feverishly beneath the fabric of his suit. He was so horny, he shook. He wanted to seize her hand and place it over his dick so she would have a clue of how great it would be. If Alexa remained disinterested, he would have little choice but to beat-off. Given her virginal status, victory appeared bleak.
"I have to go," she repeated with conviction, then began to drift away. His dream of heaven was shattered, displaced by one that included a cold shower with plenty of soap.
Bill was swift to react. He refused to have his ego bankrupted by her fear of the unknown. He clamped her shoulder and pulled her toward him. In the process, her soft tits were made available to his solid chest. Her supple flesh molded to his muscular frame in sweet surrender. As he suspected, her front was manufactured. His mouth covered her lips, opening them with his tongue. She moaned as he thrilled her with his limber tip, offering shy reciprocation. The bulge of his cock made an agonizing impression against her groin. She wriggled feverishly to him, particularly when he enclosed her ass cheek with his hand and closed the distance between them.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh," sobs of joy emerged from her throat. Alexa shivered as he caressed her. She was soaking with desire, smashing her crotch over that jutting shape in his suit. Her clit pressed to its rigid girth and sent a flood of ecstasy that resulted in damp bikini bottoms. "Ohhhhhhhh. Oh, God-"
Bill recognized the speed with which she could be seduced. He did not feel, however, that he could get into her pants fast enough. That hot, churning sensation in the pit of his balls drove him forward. He released Alexa's butt cheeks from his frenzied grip, then slid his hand into the front of her bikini bottoms.
His search through the soft tangle of curls were like electric shocks to her system. Alexa couldn't believe she permitted him the freedom to grope her in such a fashion. It was a violation of her own carefully tailored rules. Her entire mound was in his hand, being squeezed and tantalized for encouragement. She had zero will power to abort his efforts. He cupped her pussy so gently, rotating the flat of his palm over that juicy pink opening, that she couldn't summon the resolve to stop him.
"Oh, Bill," she whimpered, nearing collapsed as his ministrations took effect. He stroked her cunt, sliding the tips of fingers along her juice-rich crevice without attempting complete insertion. His thumb found her clit and grazed it. She shuddered as he intensified her arousal. Rubbing that inflamed dot deepened her breath. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. If his hard body wasn't positioned in front of her, she would have surely tumbled to the sand.
In the heat of her delirium, she reached inside his suit. Her fingers circled around his cock, encountering its savage throb. She thumbed the bulbous head, coercing groans from Bill. A bead of pre-cum oozed from the tip after several seconds of fondling. She felt her own self get increasingly wet, knowing she had brought his equipment to such a tremendous swell. As nature intended, she was getting lubricated for the next, breathtaking step. No matter how profoundly she felt about losing her virginity, her pussy had no conscience.
Bill was beaming from within. Not only had he reversed her decision to leave, but he was about to do her. Even Jim with his big dick couldn't have scored so simply. The gamble of who did Alexa first was about to conclude, with him the winner. It was the easiest hundred bucks he ever made.
To expedite her complete surrender, he sank his finger into her cunt. Hot, juicy tissue surrounded it, punctuated by a broken gasp from Alexa. He ran his digit in and out of her sluiced pussy, igniting a blaze he hoped couldn't be smothered by anything except orgasm.
"Does it feel good, baby?" he whispered.
"Yes."
"Does it make you feel hot, wiggling through your pussy? Are you tingling with pleasure."
"Oh, yes.. .yes."
"Think about how much sweeter my cock would feel instead of my finger. It's so much larger, and would give you greater pleasure, sliding through your cunt."
Alexa's fingers became more compact around his cock. A second drop of cum escaped from his bloated head, indicating his arousal reached an alarming peak. He was afraid he'd lose it in her hand if he waited much longer.
With smooth persuasion, Bill guided their molded forms to the carpet of sand. His finger maintained its presence in her soaked snatch. His dick throbbed around her enclosed fingers, threatening to explode. He willed himself to override that impulse. His eruption would occur in her cunt, after he worked past her precious cherry.
Alexa remained under his spell, obediently following his unspoken instruction. The strings holding her bikini in place were undone, allowing her tits to spill out at him. He gazed at the bulging nipples, then treated himself to a quick suck. He scooped them in his hands, bringing them to his mouth, thrilling to their billowy texture. Her flesh was warm and inviting as he pursued it with his lips. He left bubbles of saliva around each nub. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm. His tongue curled and snapped at those swollen nuggets, prompting their heightened growth.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh," Alexa sighed, cradling his head. "Oh, yes, Bill. More. Suck them."
Her tits swelled in his skillful grasp. He cupped the wealth of pillowy softness, plying them with urgent pressure. Alexa responded heatedly, tugging at his electrified cock. The blood surged through his inflamed member, straining the skin of his dick.
Jesus! He ached to be inside her pussy and rid himself of the load churning in his balls.
Alexa was in the throes of excitation. Her cunt had gotten incredibly squishy against his massaging fingertips. Masturbating was the only method previously used to bring herself to orgasm; having a man's hand trained over that area, prickling her senses was a thousand times better. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. Layer after layer of resistance was scaled from years of formation. She never thought submitting could be so sweet. Bill wasn't forcing her to surrender; he liberated the spirit that would carry her actions forward. She was grateful he executed her seduction in a pleasurable manner. She didn't feel rushed or induced, but rather inclined to move in the desired direction.
She opened her legs to him. His fingertips sizzled against her pussy. She trembled as he rubbed her pink flesh. Her juices oozed at his swirling touch.
"I want to do you, babe," he muttered in her ear. "I want to cream in your pussy."
Her clit vibrated from manipulation. His expert fingerwork caused her to expand and contract. Palpitations mounted from within. She stroked his cock faster, summoning the courage to bring the enlarged head to her cunt lips. The urge to push him into her tight pussy rang true.
"Yes," she sighed. "I want it, too. I want to feel you go into me. I want to feel you buried between my legs." Her fist worked him into a frenzy, sliding up and down his length. "Oh, Bill, I do want it."
Bill's eyes lit up like beacons. In a few seconds, it would all be over. If she didn't reduce the speed with which she operated her fist, he was going to shoot all over her stomach. His excitement neared the boiling point. "No, baby, don't-"
His strangled cry was lost as Alexa contracted around his pressuring fingers. Holding his throbbing cock and feeling his provoking digits was more than she could capably handle. She bit her lower lip, then hissed through clenched teeth. Her gorgeous face was marred with contortions. He could feel her cunt jerking in his hand.
"Ohhhhhhhh!" she moaned. "I'm cumming. I'm cumming! Ohhhhhhhhhhh!"
Her powerful reaction precipitated a weakness Bill could not overcome. Watching her pitch and shudder against his inflamed body defeated his staying power. Bill groped for less stimulating images to diffuse the impulse, but knew it was too late.
"Oh, baby," he grunted, his eyes rolling upward, as the spasms overtook him. The hundred dollars he had hoped to get vanished with before his eyes. "Oh, baby. Uggghhhhhhhh.
Uggghhhhhhh!"
He shot onto her quivering stomach; more followed, in diminishing amounts. Hot seed splashed onto her skin, signaling an end to his riding, driving, shafting her.
Alexa unconsciously distributed his jism with her fingers, letting it cover her tits and stomach. His warm goo scorched her nipples. Ohhhh. She even lathered her pubic thatch, thrilling to its shampoo effect.
After a minute of this kind of vacant indulgence, Alexa's eyes shot open. My God-what was she doing? She panicked about some of it flowing into her pussy and making her pregnant! Jesus!
She sprang to her feet, then began hunting for her discarded bikini. What a foolish thing she had done, allowing this to happen. She was definitely at fault in letting her weakness for sex bring her to the precipice of ruin.
"Wait, don't go," Bill gestured weakly, struggling to regain his powers. "Don't be afraid."
Alexa shook her head. "It was a mistake. I'm sorry. I can't go through with it."
He thumbed his erection, moist with his spilled cum. "It's okay. Things got out of control."
"It won't happen again," she assured him, attaching the strings of her bikini to her trembling form. "I won't allow it."
Bill balled his fist and slammed it into the sand. "Hey. It's not as though you didn't want it."
She considered his statement. "I'm not blaming you. I'm blaming myself. But fucking here on the beach with a virtual stranger is not something I would normally do."
He wanted to tell her he knew the reason behind her rash actions, but let it go. Another time would come when Alexa would want him, and he would find it in himself for things to reach a proper, satisfying conclusion.
The bet was not off-not by a long shot.