MacGregor

Chapter 5. The Beach

Chloe felt a broad hand slide from the small of her back and grasp hard at her firm behind while through husky breath he let out a moan "I want you Chloe." His words penetrated her, taking the breath from her lungs and the strength completely out her body. It passed through her mind how little they knew of each other. Nothing of their careers or pasts, only what was here and now. He held her vulnerable body close and with need and desire he took her mouth with his. Searching, devouring her, hungrily needing more and more of her. Chloe's lips felt the full force of him, this stunning virtual stranger, this giant searching her gently and sensually with his kiss. A deep, aching groan left his mouth as her tongue touched his, lingering and finally sucking on him.

MacGregor lifted her feet off the sandy floor. She felt like a little doll in his hands, weighing like a feather, soft and delicate. Dark, erotic impulses took him over and he sunk golden stinging kisses in to her neck. Impatiently he tugged at the straps of her dress, pulling her plump little tits free from her silky bra. Her feminine curves made him ache with lust. His hot mouth licked and sucked her hard nipples as he set her feet back on the ground and grasped on to her soft breasts with both hands. Chloe felt him squeeze hard as he brought his lips back to her mouth and they passionately locked in mutual desire. She had never felt like submitting to a man like this, without even knowing anything about him. She was lost in his dominating touch and trusted his knowing hands to bring nothing but intense pleasure. MacGregor reached desperately under her cotton dress, needing to feel her pussy in his hands. He was wild with desire and with a sharp groan he pulled hard at her silk panties, tearing them from her with one swipe. Before she could blink, his rough hands were claiming her sex.

Chloe yelped, half shock, half excitement. Her pussy pulsed wet and hot under his touch as his fingers slid rhythmically over her clit. it was almost too much for her to endure as the fantasy of her dreams had literally ripped off her panties and was working beautiful hot strokes into her. She panted into his mouth, her moans growing wilder as he teased her sex passionately. Chloe thought she might cum too soon but MacGregor intuitively released his relentless arousal and guided her down to the sandy floor. Lying her on her back, and kneeling before her, he took in the beautiful sight, her pert breasts exposed to the sea breeze, her long slim legs spread apart and her little pink pussy glistening with her juice. The look of unbridled passion on her usually innocent face drove him crazy.

He buried his face in her pussy and licked and sucked through heavy breaths. Chloe felt her body jolt with pleasure, moaning with each punishing stroke of his tongue. The giant kilted Macgregor was eating her hungrily as his big rough fingers searched for her entrance. He whispered deep and breathy "'S tusa gràdh mo bheatha." and pushed a finger deep inside her making her wince in pleasure and gush her warm wetness over his eager mouth. He prodded and thrust in to her wet pussy, drinking the juices his fingers were pumping from her. He felt her body stiffen and a wave of electricity pulse through her cunt. "Oh Rory," Chloe whimpered as she felt uncontrollable spasms shudder through her. "Cum for me lass." He breathed into her. "That's it my girl hmmmf!" His mouth closed over her as she came hard, his big hands pulling on her ass, giving no escape from him. Chloe was shaking with the force of pleasure running through her body, almost unaware of her hands grasping on to his hair, pulling him hard in to her. MacGregor obliged her passionately, sucking on her aching pussy until he'd teased out every drop of her orgasm.

He slid himself slowly up over her body to her mouth and kissed her heavily, letting her taste herself on his lips. The rough tweed of his kilt was grazing her smooth thighs and his sporran grinding into her bared pussy. As he slid it to one side, she felt the huge girth of his manhood beneath, eager and desperate. MacGregor reached for the buckle on his kilt but was stopped, startled by a sound nearby of shifting sand. They both froze as they heard the sound of a woman crying. MacGregor jumped quickly to his feet as Chloe pulled her dress hurriedly over her breasts and down over her vulnerable sex. She stood up and came close to MacGregor who was pulling a small flashlight out of his sporran. Chloe winced, she was deeply embarrassed that they may have been caught in a very personal moment. MacGregor let out a bellowing "What are you doing out here!?" His flashlight illuminating a figure attempting to climb up a steep sand dune. Macgregor raised his voice. "Stop that, you can't do that in your state.!" Chloe squinted into the light to see the small pregnant woman from earlier. She had finally given up on trying to run away and was now standing facing MacGregor, crying hysterically. Chloe was startled by this strange behaviour. "Why is she out here on her own? Did she follow us? and what on earth is so wrong that's she's crying like that?" Chloe pondered, searching to make sense. The young pregnant woman screamed out at MacGregor. "I loved you! I loved you so much!" and Chloe's heart thudded in shock. "Oh Jeannie, naw, please, it's never been like that." MacGregor boomed at the small woman. And that was all Chloe needed to hear. All her assumptions were correct. Not only was he a player, but he was a heartless one that got a young woman pregnant and then abandoned her. This was too much drama and Chloe knew she had to get out of there. She ran, leaving MacGregor to his own nightmare. "No Chloe, it's not what you think!" Macgregor protested to no avail. Her mind was made up and that was a trait that had made sure Chloe never let herself get dragged into another's mess. "It was really nothing Rory." Chloe shouted flippantly over her shoulder as she made her way hastily back to the village hall. She had vowed never to confuse sex and love. It was one thing losing your panties, but another thing losing your heart. She'd never want to end up in the situation that poor young Jeannie was in presently and was quite happy to write this one down to experience. A not entirely bad one granted. The thundering orgasm was still echoing in her belly and her panties had already fallen in shreds to the sandy beach giving her a lasting memory of Macgregor's electric touch. "Oh no wonder Jeannie got pregnant, he's irresistible and probably has a fertility to match his magnetic sex appeal." Chloe shivered at the thought, there she was, pantyless and fingered to ecstasy by the most popular piper on the isles. She felt filthy, but at least she didn't have sex with him and, if Chloe was being really honest, it didn't feel bad, in fact, she felt quite delicious. "Talented fingers indeed" she thought as she boarded the minibus back to the guest house. Her coat was on the seat where she left it and she giggled at managing a full evening on the Western Isles in September without even missing it! The Glaswegian boys had managed to squeeze on some giggling German tourist girls and were groping and kissing them between drunken outbursts of song and bad attempts at German. Chloe smiled and breathed "Ahhhh Scotland."

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