Taken and taken again

Before I could recover, he lifted me and thrust his penis into my vagina. I gasped, both to expel the water and from the sudden penetration.

His hips slammed against mine with calculated ****, each thrust sending sprays of salt water between our entwined bodies. My nails dug into his invisible flesh as he lifted me almost completely out of the waves, only to drop me back onto his member with a brutality that tore a hoarse cry from my throat, still burning from the seawater.

I couldn't understand it. It was too much, the lack of air and now this impalement on his penis—it was too much. And yet, I felt my body writhing around this living pole.

His fingers crushed my hips, branding me like red-hot irons as he drove me along with the furious rhythm of the tide. Water splashed in icy bursts against my overheated skin, each slap of our bodies sending salty drops onto my taut breasts. A moan broke in my throat, choked by the salt and the agonizing sensation of being both too full and insatiable.

My thighs trembled like reeds in a hurricane, each thrust of his hips shaking my spine to the nape of my neck where the salt dried into burning crusts. His fingers dug into my ribs like grappling hooks, the scent of iodine and our mingled sweat forming a sharp balm on my chapped lips.

His lips pressed against my neck in a wet bite, his teeth scraping my salty skin as a low rumble vibrated in his chest against my back. Pain mingled with pleasure in a disturbing alchemy, each movement of his hips intensifying the burning between my trembling thighs.

I felt his muscles tense abruptly, his fingers digging into my hips as he thrust deep inside me, bringing me to the orgasm that was indeed building within me. I could never resist such sexual ****; I gasped for air, the pleasure partially obscuring my breath.

My stomach contracted in an involuntary spasm as he thrust in one last time, his hoarse groan echoing against the back of my neck as a burning flood washed over me. The waves crashed against us then, the salty foam slapping my eyelids as my own orgasm ripped through my lower abdomen, a pain so sharp it bordered on ecstasy. I screamed with pleasure as his sperm spilled inside me while his penis throbbed violently.

His invisible hands held me mercilessly against him as the last pulsations of his penis prolonged my delicious torment. Breathless, I felt a stronger wave hit us, the salt water flooding my parted mouth with a wet gurgle.

My muscles contracted in a series of uncontrollable spasms, each wave now seeming to mold itself to the curves of my bruised body, enveloping me with its icy bite. My body buckled like a rag doll as he finally withdrew me, letting the seawater seep into me with a salty burn that made me sob. His invisible hands turned me roughly to face the waves, my breasts pressed against the slippery rocks as he **** my torso against the stone.

My body buckled like a rag doll when he finally withdrew, letting the seawater seep into me with a salty sting that made me sob. His invisible hands turned me roughly to face the waves, my breasts pressed against the slippery rocks as he **** my torso against the stone. He carried me to the beach and threw me onto the sand as if I were nothing more than an object at his disposal to satisfy his sexual urges, but somehow, was he wrong?

The burning sand clung to my dripping skin, each grain embedding itself in the purplish patches his fingers had left on my hips. I tried to crawl, my trembling arms sinking into the dune up to my elbows, but his invisible hands grabbed my ankles and pulled me backward with the brutality of a surf.

My stomach hit the ground, expelling a trickle of salt water and semen that traced a silvery furrow in the sand as he sodomized me. The water covered me up to my hips; I must have looked like a madwoman, convulsing on the ground like that, as he abused me at his leisure, hidden from view.

The rough sand scraped my knees as he turned me over sharply, his invisible hand clamping my throat and pressing my head against the dune. My lungs gasped for air as his penis thrust into my vagina with a brutal ****, every fold of my raw flesh burning under this new invasion. The rising tide now lapped my shores, its foam mingling with the opalescent strands of semen that escaped me.

How could he want to take me from behind when he had already come? He was inexhaustible. His penetrations were so brutal that my head, chin first, sank into the sand; I was in such an indecent position.

My face crushed in the sand, I felt his invisible fingers dig into my hair, pulling me up abruptly. The air slapped my wet skin in cruel gusts as it tossed me about like a piece of merchandise, my back arched above the line of foam that now lapped at my convulsing calves.

A new blow, deeper, wider, tore through my already bruised intimacy, and I felt the sand stick to my parted lips in a grimace of pain.

My cry was stifled in the sand as his hips slammed into mine with a **** that made stars pop out behind my eyelids. His penis pierced me to the very depths of my rectum, each thrust scraping against the inflamed walls like a red-hot blade. The salty foam slapped my thighs in counterpoint to his blows, leaving pearly marks on my skin.

Tears and drool trickled down my chin in sticky streams, each gasp sucking up grains of sand that crunched between my teeth. His invisible hands lifted me again, arching me against his phantom chest as another thrust drove his member deeper into my distended belly—too full, too deep—until I felt the bulge of his pubis crush my anus.

I felt his invisible fingers sink into my flesh like hooks, half-lifting me as a final, wrenching blow sent a burning jet of semen erupting deep within my bowels. My body arched involuntarily, my toes buried in the damp sand clenching like claws, as a mixture of semen and seawater escaped from me in trembling streams.

The next wave hit me brutally, its icy foam contrasting with the warmth of my ravaged stomach. I dragged myself to my towel, to wrap it around myself to make up for the loss of my bikini bottoms. Some people looked at me intrigued. I tried to regain a semblance of dignity, my breath completely stunned by the sea and these repeated sexual acts.