Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Author: PrivatePirate Title: Sex on the Beach Keywords: Mf, piv, oral, fsolo, cons Summary: Too young, but she made me free...and I didn't even know her name. I lived near the beach. Well, near-ish. Kinda-sorta close by. Okay, I had to drive there. All right, all right, I drove to the Park & Ride, took a subway and a light rail, then walked a half-mile, but it was still under two hours, okay? Sheesh...semantics. Nevertheless, I could get to the beach for an afternoon of just relaxing on the sand and letting the sound of the ocean sooth my jangled nerves after a week of corporate hell. I tended to seek out an area amidst the dunes and away from everyone else. I wanted nothing more than solitude, sunshine, the roar of the Pacific, the reeling of the gulls...it was utter bliss. I'd often just sit down in the sand, meditate a bit, breathe in, breathe out, enjoying the salt air, the quietude...no car alarms, no sirens, no "people-noise"... Every so often, if I was completely sure that I was alone, my hand would stray between my legs. Hey, I'm a guy. It's just natural. I mean, enough jokes have been cracked about us only learning how to walk upright in order to free our hands for "other things", right? I'm sure that women do it too...okay, maybe not as much...but still, it was just a little diddling from time to time, you know? Some gentle stroking along the seam of my cutoffs, maybe even occasionally straying up the leg and beneath my underwear...nothing overt. I mean, it's not like I whipped it out and started wanking, right? I was just relaxed, I was alone, I was in nature, and I wanted to feel good. I wanted to feel alive. I wanted to feel...human. Especially after dealing with so much condensed, disgusting...horror. Humanity at its worst, boiled down and reduced into a nice, thickened sauce of greed and avarice. Not anything I wanted to be a part of during my time away, but a little tickling of that nerve bundle beneath the head of my penis? Out in nature? All alone? Yeah, that was good. The two worst things that could happen were to have someone come over the bluff and see me there, in which case all I would need to do would be to scratch an itch on my leg and roll over...or if I did accidentally cum, I was only a few short yards from the water, and many people were out there frolicking in jeans! So, no worries, right? Yeah...just a little relaxation...maybe a little masturbation... But I wan't alone, that day. In fact, she had been watching me from the start. Yeah, she was good. Quiet. Observant. Hell, she was downright sneaky! And when my hand strayed southward, while I was in my moment of solitude and relaxation, hers was doing the same thing. It was her inadvertent moan that caught my ears and made me realize that I was now someone's peep show. Just a stray breeze that carried her muffled sound, but that was all that was needed. I stopped, pretended to scratch an itch, and surreptitiously looked around. Up there, on the dune, mostly obscured by grasses and a big piece of driftwood someone had dragged up and tried to use for a summer bonfire. She was crouched down now, obviously hiding herself from my eyes...and everyone else's...but what truly shocked me wasn't that she was watching me and playing with herself...it was the fact that she was... Okay, seriously? What the fuck? I averted my gaze. Not noticeably, mind you, because that would've been incredibly awkward. I mean, there she was, up there on the bluff, her hand resting on her lap while her fingers were definitely snaking their way up inside her bikini bottom as she watched me... I really didn't know what to do. I mean, she was enjoying herself watching me as I was enjoying myself in the same manner...but she was maybe all of twelve years old! If that! I hadn't exposed myself, but honestly, no judge in the world would buy that! Yeah, that's all I'd need...here's this girl, all alone for some reason, and here I was playing with myself on the beach...I suddenly had visions of losing my job, my home, my freedom, languishing in a prison cell while Bubba beat the crap out of me in the showers for being a pedophile, having the term "sexual predator" being a label on me that would haunt me for the rest of my life, needing to register myself with the NCIS database wherever I went... I wanted to get up and run away as fast as I could, but for some reason I was frozen in my tracks...and she was still there. She hadn't moved. In fact, I could tell that her hand was still between her legs. In fact, she had moved a bit and wasn't as hidden as she was. In fact, she was actually sitting up now...she wanted to be seen! I turned and looked at her...and all she did was smile and continue to diddle herself even more! No, no, no...this can't be happening! Any minute now, a park ranger is going to come by and that's all she wrote! I'll be hauled away in handcuffs and meet Bubba in the jail cell...but time seemed to slow to a crawl as the cold sweat started to bead on my brow...and damned if this girl didn't get up and start coming down the bluff toward me! "Hi," she said sweetly, her eyelids slightly hooded, and her hips gently swaying as she descended. If she were about, oh, say, six or seven years older, I'd be getting into the "Wanna go back to my place" mode...but she was a child! Okay, admittedly, she was cute...in fact, she was downright gorgeous for her age...fuck, she's gonna make some hearts break in those next few years! This girl is model material right here! I managed to squeak out a "Hello," but that's all I could do. Her smile never faded. It wasn't one of those "Isn't today just filled with rainbows and unicorns" smile I'd expect from a girl of her age. It was more of an "I like what I'm seeing right now" kind...son of a bitch! What have I stumbled upon, here? "I saw you," she said suddenly. "I saw what you were doing, just now." "Um...what? What do you mean?" She smiled again, in what I could only describe as a completely seductive smile. "You know," she said, glancing at my crotch and then back up. "I'm sorry, but I couldn't help myself, I had to join in. Want to do it together?" Bubba's gonna meet me in the cell at any moment. Yep. I'm doomed. Fuck, how to respond to this? But before I could say anything, she just started to massage her budding breasts through her top with her left hand, her right hand straying to her stomach, then slowly, teasingly, heading south...all the while, that smile became even more seductive and her eyes moved down my visage toward my waist...and a little farther down than that...and, goddammit, my body was betraying me just then as my cock started to swell once more...fuck! I wanted to ask her where here parents were. I wanted to run away as fast as I could! I wanted to...I wanted to...shit, I wanted to see her play with herself! I wanted to see her pussy! I wanted to cum on her stomach! No, no, no!!! This was not happening! But it was...and I didn't know what to do. For Christ's sake, the middle finger of her right hand was already tracing circles between her legs and her thumb was hooking the waistband of her bottoms and tugging them down... "I...I can't..." was all I could manage. "No one will know," she said, simply. "And if you're worried, you don't have to touch me. I'll do everything. You can just watch. No harm in that, is there?" Watch? Everything? What the fuck? Before I could say anything more, she had pulled aside her bottoms and started to frig herself right there in front of me. I couldn't take my eyes off of her! Those perfect, pouty pussy lips, completely hairless, fuck me but I was hard as a rock and I needed release, and damned if she didn't know it! She stepped closer to me...I couldn't back away. I wanted to. Hell, every nerve in my body was screaming at me to just run, but I was frozen in my tracks, my eyes glued to her pussy as her fingers stroked, teased, even darting in and out of that gorgeous slit... "Take it out," she said suddenly. "I want to see it." Her eyes were on my swollen crotch. As if in a trance, my left hand moving of its own accord, I unzipped my fly and dropped my cutoffs onto the sand and stepped out of them, then pulled my cock out of the leg of my briefs. It stood at attention in front of her...and she just licked her lips as she continued to finger herself. "That's better now, isn't it?" I could only grunt...and then my body completely betrayed me. I started to stoke myself, right there in front of her. Oh, God, I was exposing myself in front of a minor! Worse yet, I was masturbating not more than a foot or two from her! Yep...Bubba is gonna beat the shit out of me in a cell any moment now! Then she did something that would surely see any judge in the world banging his gavel with angered disgust...she pulled off her bottoms, her top, and stood before me completely naked while caressing every inch of her delicious...delicous? Fuck, man, what's your problem? Yes...delicious flesh. And here I was, masturbating in front of her... "Wow...you're really hard!" she suddenly exclaimed, then reached out and grabbed my swollen member in her hand, while continuing to stroke herself with her other...and then she knelt in the sand and took my cock in her mouth...I nearly came right then and there! Gone were the worries of a park ranger, Bubba in the jail cell, the loss of my job, the loss of my home...I was completely gone. All I wanted was to feel the wetness and warmth of her mouth taking me in, the bobbing of her head as she licked, sucked, and teased my cock, the sight of her naked flesh before me...and before I knew it, she had thrown herself back on the sand and dragged me on top of her, whispering into my ear, "Fuck me." Part of me was saying, "What? No! I can't do this!" Another part of me was worried about the fact that she was young and I was too big for her. These two parts lost the battle. I was so overcome with lust just then that all I wanted to do was pound into her until my cum shot past my shaft and out of her pussy to stain the sand...and that's when I sensed that we were not alone. I looked up...and I saw two people nearby - a man and a woman. They were watching us. That's it, I thought. I'm doomed. Bubba's gonna beat the shit out of me in prison within the hour...until I saw that they were both nearly naked, he had his cock out, she was stroking it, and the little girl beneath me suddenly said, "Don't worry. Those are my parents. They're cool." Wait...what? What kind of fucked up family is this? But before I could even really contemplate this, she had reached down and grabbed my cock, then guided it to her waiting slit and thrust her hips up to meet mine. Holy shit, was she ever tight, and she gasped with it all...but she also took me entirely, and began bucking herself up and down, taking me in and out...all while her folks looked on and groped and felt and sucked and stroked...this was too weird, but...goddamn, it felt fantastic! I was completely overcome. Lost in the moment, and stuck in a trance that I didn't want to escape from. Here I was, trying to relax after a hard week's work, enjoying myself on the beach...and now I was fucking an underage girl on the sand? All while her parents were watching? Seriously, what the hell? It was too much to wrap my head around, but I simply couldn't stop! May I be damned to hell, if there is such a place, but I wanted to keep fucking this...this...child! It just...it felt...alive! I was completely rapt in carnality, lost in the most basic senses, that prehistoric part of the brain that was nothing more than animality...this was what it truly meant to be alive, and I couldn't feel anything morally wrong with it at that moment. She was willing, I was willing, her folks were just over there fucking and sucking and...yes, it's only society and religion that have made it "wrong". This was what humans were truly about, and this was what they tried to curtail, to contain, to make us into this or that or the other thing, to organize and label and categorize... Okay, so, she's probably only about twelve years old. Let's reason with this the, shall we? Humans have had arranged marriages to girls far younger in their past, so what's the deal? This wasn't anything binding...no contracts, no obligations...this was just pure carnality for the sake of it all. It wasn't rape, it wasn't even statutory rape because she was completely willing, even instigated it all, and her parents were right there... okay, yeah, in retrospect, societal bullshit may make me out to be a sexual predator who should be beaten senseless by Bubba in that prison cell, but none of that was happening here. Yeah, her parents were probably deranged and warped and incestuous or some shit in accordance with those same rules and morals and mores and values and whatever else...but who writes those rules? Religions. That's who. Well, what if I don't worship the same god you do? What if I'm not religious at all? I mean, I have my beliefs, but they're not to your god or your ways or your whatever, so...the rest of society needs to bow down because you say this or that? When even your holy book says otherwise? Screw that! No, this was humanity in its purest, most basic form. When you get right down to it, we are just a bunch of bipedal mammals just down from the trees and trying new ways of doing things. The fact remains, we are...animals. And animals...fuck. It doesn't matter who they are, what gender, or even how old. We...fuck. Why? Not just for procreative purposes. We fuck because it feels good. We are willing to feel that. We want to feel that. That is what makes us who and what we are. We regulate it because we think we're better than this or that or the other thing? No, we regulate it for the purposes of ensuring control. Plain and simple. Never mind that people might be willing. No, you can't do this or that because it's...it's...illegal. Morally wrong. Yeah, right. Meanwhile, people still do it all the time. Why? Because they know better. Fuck religion, they know who and what we are. We're animals...and we're willing. She was willing. I...I was unsure, but here I was. I was in a trance, and she had called to my basest memories and lured me into that state of being. I was now naked below the waist, and I was fucking her brains out...and goddamn, it felt so good! With every thrust, she bucked against me, taking me as deeply as she could. I was in heaven! Fuck, she was tight, but she was so wet as well! How could her parents have not raised her right if she can be so free, so open, so willing? She was free, and she was setting me free. I pulled away, and she brought me crashing down even harder. In and out, my cock begging to explode, but she rode me well and somehow managed to sustain me, to sustain those feelings, to ride the lightning of near orgasm to its fullest... At the last moment, she pulled me out of her and rolled me over. I didn't know she had the strength that she did. I would have loved nothing more than to cum inside her at that moment, but she seemed to sense when I was about to orgasm...and then plunged my cock fully into her mouth, sucking me and stroking me and teasing my shaft with her tongue...I came with such a force that I truly cannot remember ever having done in the past. Her folks were just up the bluff from us...and they were bucking against one another, fucking like crazy, she was atop him and both were facing me and watching... "Thank you," she said to me then. "I needed to know what it felt like." "What...what it felt like..." "An orgasm." "Um...what? I...I don't understand..." I was still in a trance. I had just blown my wad in her face... "You made me cum. Twice. Now I know." And without a word, she grabbed a towel thrown to her by her parents and wiped herself off, put her bikini back on and left...but she gave me a backwards glance and said, "I'll be here next week at this time, if you're interested." Then the three of them left. I was still in a daze. I had just fucked a young girl in front of her parents. Seriously, what the hell? But her last words...if I'm interested? I rolled that around in my brain. I remembered the feel of her mouth around my cock, the sight of her beautiful pussy lips as she frigged herself, the feel of her flesh, her ass, her smooth chest with her budding breasts beneath my fingers... It may seem odd, it may seem perverted, it may seem like something that should be regulated, categorized as illegal, hell, it may seem like sexual predation or even abuse...but this is all society's regulations, tempered by religious mumbo-jumbo. No, she wasn't being sexually abused. She wanted this. She moved on me. She...was free...and she freed a bit of me as well. Next week, huh? Damned if I wasn't already getting hard just thinking about it, and there I was, my cutoffs cast aside on the sand, my underwear somewhere...I don't even recall having taken them off, but there I was, naked from the waist down, and all I could do was just...masturbate. This time, though, it was no longer hidden. I did so proudly and openly. Park rangers and Bubba be damned. Fuck it...I was free!