The scream is what made him plunge his cock into the unwilling mouth. It both turned him on beyond belief, and needed to be quieted. ---I fucked him h...rd, plungeing my ten inch cock into his ass as hard as I could. My fingers bit into the soft flesh of his nice butt and were sure to leave imprints. He babbled and whined the whole time, and with every thrust of my hips his voice raised an octive and then dropped back down again. He'd gone from begging me to stop, to just pleading that I wouldn't. Before you knew what was happening, he'd grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you down onto the sand next to him. You started to fight back but he called to his buddies "give me a hand! I still want a turn!". The other two each grabbed a wrist and held you face down, your ass barely out of the water, your legs still in it as your tits were pushed hard against the cold sand. I was very close to coming to you but you weeny fighting very hard and weeny calling to me so I stayed put. You heard a. I want a piece of ass and you owe me."He roughly shoved, and followed, me into the living room and began to take off his tie and jacket. I watched, transfixed, as he sat down and began to remove his shoes and socks. Seeing an opening I made a run for the bedroom, hoping I could get inside, close and lock the door but he was too quick for me. He pushed the door open and swaggered into the bedroom."There is no place you can hide bitch. Even if you had made it, I would have broken the fucking door. I refuse to be a fool.It took me a couple of days to pick up her trail, and another day to catch up with her. Once I did, several more issues that caused me to doubt my mission surfaced. In the first place, she was no former prostitute. She moved around the island very cleverly, leaving very little trail. She never started a fire, and ate the fish raw. She was clearly experienced at hiding and surviving, which takes training. Her body was muscled and strong, not the fleshy softness that I had.