Harlan corners Becky

"Enjoying the view?"

Becky turned to see the tanned, long haired leader of the group apparently returning from something further up the beach.

"I, erm," Becky said. She felt the heat in her face redoubling as she completely failed to stop herself from staring down the length of his body toward the twin lines of muscle that pointed like an arrow toward his crotch. She could've sworn she could make out the shape of his cock even through the baggy fabric of his swim shorts and the mere fact that she wasn't certain only demanded that she stare all the harder.

"I like the quiet ones, you know?" he said, casually coming up beside her. "The rarer the fruit, the sweeter the juice. Sure an easy whore's fine, but there's nothing quite the same as giving some mousy librarian the first good rough fuck of her life. Watching that prim and proper face dissolve into fuck-drunk stupidity is worth it every single time."

Becky had no idea what to say. With the Hwei flowing through her, the awkward nervousness that should have come to her so naturally felt distant and unimportant, but it was replaced by an empty-headed blurriness that didn't make conversation any easier. Instead, she found herself following Harlan's gaze out across the beach, toward where Robin's dancing had dissolved into some sort of play fighting wrestling match. Her partner, who absolutely dwarfed her in size, had also stripped nude, probably at Robin's insistence. To ensure fair play. Becky's eyes were drawn immediately to his stiff, bobbing cock. The sizable thing served as quite the distraction and apparently Robin felt the same as the girl didn't even try to react when the man launched toward her. With a spray of kicked up sand, he lunged at her, tacking a giggling Robin into the dirt.

Becky and Harlan watched in silence as the pair squirmed back and forth in the sand, naked bodies grinding together until he was on top of her, with Robin's naked nubile body pressed up beneath him, his stiff cock wedged between her perk ass-cheeks, and her panting, blushing, grinning face held in a light chokehold that squished her freckled cheeks up cutely. Then, with a single movement of his hips, something shifted. Suddenly, Robin wasn't giggling, but gasping and moaning. She was still writhing in his grasp, but now she wasn't even pretending to try to escape, just rolling her hips back against him while the man pinned her in place and claimed her tight teen cunt in sudden, powerful thrusts. Every forceful movement of his body sent a shock through Robin's petite form, rutting her into the sand below, but his firm grip on her held her utterly still, demanding that she take the full brunt of his every movement. If the way her mouth fell open and her eyes rolled back to stare up at him, completely enamored, were anything to go by, Robin was more than happy to have this stranger take complete control of her, turning her into a slutty little fuck toy to amuse his cock.

"A loose slut's fun" Harlan said. Becky looked up to see wry amusement written across his face. "But she's for the men. All of them, I'd imagine. They'll run a train on her and pound the little bitch into a puddle."

When he turned to Becky, a shudder ran through her. That amusement had slid into a look of supreme, commanding confidence. The sheer certainty and ownership in his eyes at once demanded that she look away and captured her so completely that breaking from his stare so wasn't even a remote possibility. A normal Becky would have made excuses or at least looked for a friend to bail her out. But with the drink running through her veins and Robin's slutty, high pitched moans punctuating things in the background, all she could really do in this moment was turn and stare up at him, captured by the confidence of this man who was choosing, out of all of the options, to spend his attention on her.

"I don't really go for sloppy seconds. I want something special... and I think you're about to give it to me," he said. Harlan dropped his shorts with casual ease and the cock that bobbed out to point up at her was as magnificent as Becky had imagined. With one strong, tanned hand on her shoulder, he gently pressed her down and Becky followed, dropping to her knees, drunk, enchanted, and obedient.