Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Chapter One - Krysta Goes to the Beach By Juliet Merri 2004 julietmerri@email.com all rights reserved. Krysta thought to herself that without a doubt the best part about getting her driver's license would have to be just being able to get out of the house and away from her parents. She was so tired of small town living. Growing up in a place where everyone knew you or at least they knew everyone's business. She wanted to explore, enjoy herself, meet people. She had convinced her parents that she wanted a car so she could get a part time job. Earn money and buy the things that they felt she should pay for herself, like clothes and makeup. Most of her friends in school had jobs, to pay for their things. They found a good deal in a local trader magazine and they said that they would pay for the car but when she got a job, she had to pay half back to them. Krysta thought that was a fair enough deal and things started falling into place, she got her license, her parents had bought the car and she started working at a local drug store, part time. Mainly checking and sometimes working in the one hour photo. Things were going well and soon she was driving out on her non-work, non-school days to the local public beaches on the coast. Her favorite place to drive to was Shelter Cove. It is one of those places that can be best classified as a best kept secret that is no longer secret. It had become a place that the very wealthy would fly their private planes to on weekends, to spend their time in large weekend houses that the local year round residents could never afford. It still had a pretty nice public beach though, and a really pretty little lighthouse. Krysta loved going there and having fun with the overly wealthy, insecure wives of overly educated horny older men. To say that Krysta was good looking is an understatement. At 17 she stood five foot seven, with long wavy caramel colored hair and flirty green eyes. She didn't like to tan much so her skin always looked spring fresh, almost dewy. Full, pouty, sweet lips and a body that would make most women feel dowdy, just looking at her. It wasn't just her youth that bothered the weekend wives at Shelter Cove, it was the aura of sex that just dripped off the girl's body. It was as if her whole body glowed with the promise of sweet moaning pleasure that angered them the most. Made them aware of their sags and bags. To make matters worse, Krysta was well aware of the effects she had on those couples with their Mercedes SUV's, private planes, huge houses and empty marriages. * It took Krysta almost three hours to drive to Shelter Cove. She had a change of clothes, lunch and lots of water with her. The drive could be unnerving for those who aren't used to the mountains of the northern California coast. She had grown up here and so for her, the drive was fun. She felt liberated in a way. Driving felt wonderful and by the time she got to the beach, she was feeling very sunny, indeed. Taking her time, she chose a spot near the picnic area. She wanted to be in near a lot of traffic back and forth. There were a lot of the dreadlocks types out today so she felt she might cut short her time. She wasn't interested in new age hippy boys. When she spread her blanket out on the warm sand, she noticed an older man watching her. He had to be near forty or so, tall and thin with shock of black hair. He smiled at her and Krysta gave him a smile tilting her head down just a bit to seem shy. He liked what he saw and positioned his beach chair to be her own little audience. Krysta didn't see a wife around and thought to herself that this might be a bit more than just fun flirtation. Her heart skipped a beat and she licked her lips slowly before standing up to take off her shorts and T-shirt. She turned her back to peel the lemony yellow shirt off. She had worn a bikini that made her young breasts look truly yummy. She could feel the man's eyes on her and she unbuttoned her shorts, pushing them off her hips slowly, knowing that her ass looked like perfection itself in this suit. She then bent down, to pick up her clothes. Gathering them slowly on purpose, giving him and any one else watching a good look at her ripe ass and sweet thighs. Kneeling she stuffed her clothes in her beach bag and settled down on the blanket, pretending interest in her book while watching people from behind her dark sunglasses. On her stomach, she slowly raised and lowered her feet, kicking as if not aware. She knew this would make the man watch her legs and ass while she "read" her book. After awhile, she got bored of it and turned over on her stomach. She looked at him and he was still watching her. She smiled, laying on her left side facing him. She ran her had over her hip as if to brush off some sand and that's when he got up and started walking toward her. He got to her blanket and kneeled down on the edge. She propped herself up and said "Hello." * "My name is Matt. What is your name?" He smiled and stuck his hand out. Krysta shook his hand and replied, "Krysta." "You seem to be enjoying yourself," he said while raking his eyes over her. He couldn't take his eyes off her, she was stunning in her flirty, sexy way. He wanted her and felt that ache beginning. He knew his cock was getting hard and wanted her to know. He wanted to see her reaction. "I like coming to the beach, it's nice here." Krysta indeed noticed his cock beginning to poke the fabric of his swim trunks. She licked her lips again. Her cunt started to tingle. She wondered what it would be like to have him push himself deep inside of her. She rolled over, further onto her back, unaware of her body language. He smiled and stretched out on the blanket. He wanted her, wanted to use that sweet rosebud mouth and fuck that teasing little cunt. "Do you live around here?", he asked. "No, I live about a three hour drive away", she replied. I have to leave soon so I won't drive through the hills in the dark." She regretted saying that but it was the truth and it spilled out of her. He wanted an excuse to touch her and reached for the tanning lotion propped up next to her bag. "Roll over and I'll put some on you." She complied. He poured the lotion from high up so it was very cold when it hit her shoulders. She gasped and he smiled. He wanted to make her gasp. He wanted to rub his fingers into her cunt right then and there. Make her cum while fingerfucking her in front of everyone. "You should get out of the sun, soon. You'll burn. I have a beach house just a short walk from here, come back and get out of this heat." He started to stand up. She wanted to protest. Her inner voice was telling her not to be stupid. In the end, she got up and he grabbed the blanket and her bag in one smooth motion. She followed him as he picked up his beach chair and they walked across the parking lot to the nearby houses. Matt's house stood on the very edge of the beach itself. Huge windows glittering in the golden afternoon light. He unlocked the door, holding it open and ushering her inside. Matt had turned the AC on high before going to the beach so the house was very cold. Krysta shivered at the shocking change in temperature. "You'll warm up soon, I promise", Matt chuckled softly as he swung the door shut and dropped her things on the floor. He pulled her to him in one swift motion, his mouth covering hers, his tongue hot and soft on her lips, she parted them for him. He held her sun-warmed body next to his and wound his hand up through her long hair, grabbing a fistful of it. S His lips tasted salty. He had one hand in her hair and the other was pulling the strings of her bikini apart. In three tugs she was naked in his arms. His cock pressing her stomach through his suit. He reached up and started softly pinching her nipples. She forgot about the coldness of the foyer. She forgot about the fact she had just met this man and was now naked in his arms less than two minutes in his home. She didn't care how it made her look, she just wanted to feel like this, forever. * Matt tugged harder on her nipple. Pinching it more, making her squirm. She couldn't get away from him, he controlled her through the hand knotted in her hair and her own slutty desire. His hand moved down her body, over the firm curve of her waist and tummy. He found what he wanted and pushed open her well groomed little cunt lips with his large, strong fingers. Forcing his fuck finger up inside of her. She was amazingly tight. But also sweetly wet and yielding. He thought he had found the perfect little slut indeed. His cock was raging hard now and he wanted that pouty mouth all over it. He kept kissing her and finger fucking her. She got into the rhythm of it and fucked back on his now very wet hand. He kept finger fucking her but pulled her greedy little mouth from his and told her to take his trunks off. She did, pushing them over his hips and strong thighs. Releasing his cock from the shorts, Krysta looked down on it. It was so hard it was shiny. Matt's cock looked bigger and thicker than any cock she'd ever seen before. The next thing she knew, he tugged on her hair. "Suck me, girl," Matt almost hissed as he forced her to her knees by tugging his fist down, pulling her hair, forcing her. She went down, knees hitting the cold Spanish tile. He didn't care if it hurt her or not, he wanted that mouth. She put her hands on his thighs to steady herself and looked up at him. He smiled, closing his eyes and leaning back against the wall. She'd suck or he'd pull her hair out. Her mouth found the head of his cock, starting to kiss and lick at it. She didn't have a lot of experience. He pulled her head forward and back once her lips were stretched around the head of his cock. He figured he'd have to teach her so he did in his own way, his hips moving in time with his hand tugging her head by the hair. Her scalp was pounding with the pain of being so tugged, and she tried to keep her mouth from cramping as he forced himself deeper with each thrust. He was grunting slightly as he forced deep against the back of her mouth. "Watch the teeth, bitch", he said his voice heavy and harsh in her ears. Krysta felt like crying it was beginning to hurt everywhere. Her scalp, mouth and knees. This wasn't a lot of fun for her but in another way it was. He was so into this, his pleasure was very evident with how hard he was and the sounds he was making. When it seemed like it would go on forever, he pulled back and tugged her to her feet. She yelped slightly as she stood up. He kissed her bruised lips and lifted her up, turning her around against the wall and lowering her unto his cock. It felt like heaven, stretching out her hot, tight little hole. Krysta felt helpless, almost impaled. His cock was huge and she wasn't used to fucking. It hurt like nothing she had ever felt before. He was enjoying her pain and she felt humiliated by that. He was just using her like a fuck toy. After a few thrusts, he pulled back and steered her towards the living room. He started kissing her again, playing softly with her breasts. Getting to the sofa, he put her gently on her back. Now on top of her, kissing her sweet sucky mouth and enjoying her tight bud like nipples. He wanted to bite them but he had given her enough pain for the day. He didn't want her not coming back for more. Gently he entered her little cunt again. He knew that she was very sore, swollen and bruised. He took his time, still enjoying the virginal tightness that was all his. His cock felt like heaven sliding in and out of her. Krysta started to moan again. She started to relax and enjoy herself again. He smiled at her, wiping her damp hair out of her eyes. Kissing her mouth and telling her how wonderful she was. "God, you fuck like a dream," Matt whispered in her ear as he slowly pumped in and out of her. He raised up to look down, to watch himself use her fresh little hole. Her lips were stretched around his cock, sucking it almost. He moaned and wanted to cum deep inside of her. He looked up into her weepy, sea green eyes ... "Tell me that you are mine, Krysta. Say it, you are mine and always will be." He grabbed her ever so slightly by the throat, kissing her ears and cheek. He was so close to cumming, he wanted to hear her say it and mean it. "I'm yours, Matt, all yours and always will be," Krysta moaned his words out as she felt her first orgasm from a cock washing over her body like sugary waves of pleasure. He felt the spasms of her cunt and couldn't hold back anymore, his cock almost exploding inside of her. He hands ran lightly down his back and pulled his tight to her. She didn't care about the pain, the bruised knees or feeling like a used slut. She wanted to feel his cock inside of her as deep as it would go. He back arched and she bit her own lip to keep from crying out from how good it felt to have his cock inside her.