Hilary Duffs Hawaiian Heat

I've always been a sun freak. Give me a sandy beach, warm rays and the crashing waves, and I'm in paradise. So, it's only natural that my favorite vacation spot is Maui...the closest thing to heaven anyone's ever going to find. My job's a pressure pit—always have to meet the next deadline, always have to get the issue out—but, with a lot of extra hours and a few late nights, I was able to get a two-week slot for a Hawaiian vacation. Unfortunately, I'd broken up with my longtime girlfriend four months earlier and, despite a few promising dates, I hadn't really connected with anybody yet. So, this time, I was flying solo.

The vacation had been going well—the weather was beautiful and I was getting a nice tan—but I couldn't shake the feeling of being a little lonely. While I was lying on my beach towel soaking up the rays, I couldn't help but notice all the gorgeous women strolling past me. Almost every one of them was wearing a skimpy bikini, with breasts overflowing and tiny thongs disappearing into their round, supple asses. I began to feel primal urges coming over me; I felt like a teenager who was looking at his first skin flick. Like I said, I'd been single for a few months now and, sexually speaking, I felt like a bull in a pen...just waiting to be let loose. I grabbed a towel from my bag and laid it over my crotch, to make sure nobody saw the growing bulge in my Speedo.

After the hardon passed, I decided to take a walk on the beach, taking in the sights of the island. I walked for a while, letting the water lap at my feet and ankles. Before I even realized it, I had arrived at a very remote stretch of beach, with almost nobody around. It was kind of nice, actually; as much as I love Maui, the crowds can become too much sometimes. I was about to take a nice, long swim when I noticed long, blonde hair bobbing in the waves, several yards out. I could only see her face in profile, but I knew it was familiar. After straining to see, it finally hit me: It was Hilary Duff, and she was making her way to shore.

Although I can't say I ever was a fan of her music or her movies, I always found her to be remarkably beautiful. And as she'd become older and filled out, I must admit, she'd become an object of lustful fantasy for me. As she came closer and closer to shore, my mind raced back to her July 4th beach trip (captured by the paparazzi, of course). When I saw those photos, it was the moment I realized a beautiful girl had flowered into a gorgeous woman. As I clicked from picture to picture, I couldn't take my eyes off her surprisingly full breasts, tight and toned belly, and shapely behind. And now...in the same black bikini, no less...she was walking from the shallows right up to me!

"Hey," she said, using both hands to pull her hair back and wring the seawater from it.

I wanted to say something, but I couldn't. I just let out a heavy breath and tried to keep my eyes on her face, rather than looking at her hard nipples poking insistently through her bikini top.

"It's beautiful here, isn't it?" she asked, seemingly unfazed by my awkward silence.

"Oh yeah, I just love it," I managed to say, my voice suddenly hoarse and rasping. "It's just...paradise."

Hilary opened her mouth as if she was going to respond, but then just smirked, let out a little chuckle and swung her head down. She used both hands to mat her hair back again, causing the remaining moisture to trickle down her golden mane and drip onto her shoulders. She laughed again, louder this time, and, with a smile, looked me in the eyes. "I don't know if I should be flattered or offended."

It took me a couple of seconds to process what she'd said and, even after I did, I still didn't understand. My puzzlement must have been obvious because, just seconds later, she pointed toward my crotch. I looked down and—to my complete surprise—the material was wildly misshapen because of my massive erection. My face turned bright red, but, for some reason, my hardon became even more engorged. It shifted inside my bathing suit...and it was clear Hilary noticed.

I stammered, trying to get out an apology, but the words wouldn't come. But Hilary just kept smiling and laughing...clearly, she was taking this as a compliment. Despite her reassuring reaction, I still hadn't been able to speak when, out of nowhere, she grabbed my cock through my Speedo. I was so aroused, and she grabbed me with such force, that I felt like I was going to cum right then and there. Her demeanor was serious now. "Why don't we go back to my room," she breathed. I obliged.

She led the way up the beach and toward a beautiful hotel area. My erection was still raging, but I didn't care who saw. Every once in a while, she let her hand drift back, grazing my bulge. Every time, I grew more and more rigid....I almost felt like it was going to bust at the seams.

When we got to her room, I forcefully pushed the door closed behind me, ready to ravish her. As I was about to pull my bathing suit off, she put up her hand. "Hold it," she said. "I'm going to take a shower first, put on something sexy for you and then we'll have a good time." As she disappeared into the bathroom, I pulled off the suit and lay on the bed...waiting for her to emerge. I turned on the television and noticed that a porno DVD menu came up. I pressed play and grabbed hold of my shaft.

A while later, she emerged from the steamy bathroom in a robe, finding me slowly rubbing my shaft. She let the robe drop, revealing a sexy red bra and panty set. She smiled seductively at me and asked, "Are you ready?" I was so turned on that I immediately shot up off the bed and grabbed hold of her. Her small frame nearly disappeared in my six-foot-one body.

I pushed her back against the wall and slipped my hand under the front of her bra. With one hard tug, I ripped it off, tearing right through the fabric. Her B-cup breasts, with brown areolas and hard, prominent nipples, fell free. I hungrily took her right nipple into my mouth, teasing it with my tongue and tugging it gently with my lips. Meanwhile, I grabbed her left breast with my hand—palming it—while she wrapped both hands around my engorged cock.

I fell to my knees, almost climaxing from the sensation of both Hilary's hands slowly slipping from my dick. Grabbing her panties from the left and right sides, in one fast motion, I pulled them down, revealing a full bush of light blonde hair. I buried my nose in her pussy and lapped at her swollen clitoris. She let out a guttural grunt...not even a moan, but the kind of sound you only could make when your body is moving faster than your mind. I could feel her pussy lips quivering around my tongue, as it explored all Hilary's most sensitive areas.

I stood up and grabbed her, lifting her with both arms and laying her on the bed. I knelt at the side and pushed her legs up in the air and apart. Her vagina was soaked, and I greedily lapped up all her succulent juices. She was breathless, gasping for air as the sensations overpowered her. I took her right vaginal lip into my mouth and gently tugged it with my lips, releasing it with a faint "Thwack." I did it a few more times, as her vagina reddened with excitement and stimulation. "Put it in me," she croaked.

With Hilary lying sideways on the bed, I lifted her legs high in the air and, with me still standing on the ground, lined myself up with her tight slit. I pulled back for a moment, slipping two fingers in to prepare her for my imminent invasion. She was incredibly tight, and I tried to stretch the vaginal walls as I probed inside her. Her breathing became more rapid and, between moans, she repeated, "Put it inside me. Put it inside me!" I once again lined my cock up with her slit and, taking the shaft in my hand, pushed the head inside.

My dick's about eight inches long, and maybe six inches around. When I first saw how tight she was, I knew I'd have to use my fingers to prepare her for me. But she wanted it so much, I didn't have as much time for foreplay as would have been best. She cried out as I penetrated, causing me to stop and pull back. "Is it OK," I asked. "Do you want me to stop?"

"Be gentle," she said. "It hurts."

"You've done this before, right?" I asked, jerking myself off as I spoke to maintain my raging erection.

"Just once," she said. "Be gentle."

I pushed the head up against her quivering lips again.

"You ready?" I asked. She nodded. With that, I once again penetrated, wedging about two inches inside her. Although she groaned in protest, I held it inside this time, letting her vagina relax around me. Even though only the tip of my dick was inside her, the wet warmth radiated from my heels to the tips of my ears. After several seconds, her body became less tense and I surged forward, penetrating three...four...five...six inches. She groaned again, wincing as the tip of my dick insistently pressed into the heart of her genitals. Her vagina narrowed and I stopped my pressure, leaving only an inch or two outside of her. I held myself there...buried deep inside...giving her body more time to accommodate my member.

I withdrew all but the tip of the head and, in a fast motion, thrust myself in deeply, causing my large, loose scrotum to smack against her thighs. Hilary moaned loudly and grabbed both her breasts, tweaking her nipples with her fingers. They looked like double-sized pencil erasers by now, and she began squeezing them between her index fingers and thumbs. Her body was relaxed now and much more accommodating, I began delivering deep and hard thrusts, my sac rhythmically hitting her thighs and ass. Although she was still very tight, she was so wet that, after a couple minutes, I pulled out and used the bed sheet to wipe my cock dry and maximize the pleasurable friction. Then, with one thrust, I surged inside again, my dick enveloped by her velvety constriction.

We changed positions, as she got on all fours and I got behind her. She grabbed the headboard as I lay my hands on both her shoulders. I penetrated deeply, grinding myself into her and making a circular motion with my hips. Then I began thrusting again, and the force of my large body transmitted through her, causing the headboard to crash loudly against the wall. The plaster was chipping as we continued, the room cacophonous from the slamming of the headboard, Hilary's moans and cries of ecstasy, my grunts and the sound of my hot flesh smacking against her own.

I knew my orgasm was close, so I withdrew. Wordlessly, she flipped from her hands and knees onto her back, spreading her legs wide and fingering her clit vigorously. On my knees, I positioned myself over her and jerked myself off, preparing to unload a sea of cum. She climaxed first, crying out in uncontrollable pleasure, wriggling underneath me and grabbing the sheets with both hands. Her orgasm continued for about 20 seconds. After it was over, she began playing with my balls as I began to climax.

My first rope of cum flew a couple of feet and onto her chin. The second rope, even larger than the first, hit the headboard, running down the stained wood and dripping onto her damp hair. The sensation was so overpowering that my hands dropped from my cock and onto the bed, as I tried to steady myself. Hilary grabbed my member and continued jerking--unleashing four more ropes, which tattooed her neck, chest and breasts. Soaked with sweat, I fell onto the bed beside her, my breath taken away. My genitals were literally sore from the climax...my balls tingled with a dull ache.

"I have a movie shoot tomorrow morning," Hilary said. "My assistant's going to be here at six." Her words were muffled by a sperm-soaked sheet partially covering her mouth.

"I should be able to move by then," I heaved.

I rolled over and grabbed my watch.