The Challenge 4: Origins and Revelations - Sex Stories

The Challenge 4: Origins and Revelations

... water to crash down on her pussy. It was natures own high-powered shower nozzle. He watched her shake and buck her hips, while holding on to vines on each side of the waterfall as the flowing water lapped at her pussy, causing her to scream out in orgasmic bliss, becoming one with nature. The instant his hand grabbed his throbbing bulge, he ejaculated. After seeing that beautiful display, he started watching, planning and deciding when to take her. Robby considered the risks, thinking that maybe she'd understand given their situation on the island. Watching her bathe, running the water through her hair, over her medium-sized breasts, and over her hips, he began getting aroused. Robby watched her turn to the waterfall, her lover, and smile, extending her hand to it, considering on making love to it once more. So many nights on their three months on the island, the flowing water of that little waterfall, unknowingly brought her so many orgasms. Tonight though, she decided not to treat it to her body; becoming one with the water once again. Slinking out of the water, as clean as a soap-free bath could get a person, he made his move. It was his 18th birthday and this would be his present to himself. **** Robby looked back toward camp and then around him to make sure Cori wasn't near. He pulled off his tattered shirt and shorts and rushed to her, grabbing her tightly from behind, and as gently as possible guided her to the sandy ground. She cried out, startled by him, "Robby!" ...

... The side of her face in the sand, she tried pushing herself up and him off her, but he was too strong. He flipped her over on her back, "Robby! What are you doing?!?" Her were arms flailing, attempting to push him away, his face wrought with hunger and desperation. As soon as she figured out what he was doing, feeling a hard cock against her tummy, as he struggled to move downward to enter her, she relaxed slightly. "Robby, no. No. Don't do this," she pleaded in a stern manner, her legs attempting to push him off at his hips. "Robby, no!" She said again sternly. Robby managed to push her legs apart and slam himself down. "Robby, you don't need to do this," she said, almost calmly. His head was resting on her shoulder, his hips thrusting away, trying to find a way in to her, "Robby please." She was struggling, moving from side to side, her legs unable to push his weight off now. Robby found his way in; finally, he pushed in all the way, listening to her groan. "No!" she cried out. Robby pinned her hands down, and was thrusting away manically with no order or pattern. He peered into her eyes, his own eyes apologizing for doing this, for taking her. She looked his eyes, her face wincing from discomfort, her eyes not showing anger but sadness and empathy. When it was done, Robby filled her with semen, collapsing on top of her. They began crying. He was crying because they were still stuck on the island with no idea of when, or if, rescue would arrive. He was also crying because of ...