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Copyright (C) 1999, Spangles Muldoon.  ALL Rights Reserved

   This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit or on another
website without the written permission of the author.  The author may be
contacted by writing mrdouble@mrdouble.com or mrdouble@ix.netcom.com.

   Original posting date: Tuesday PM, September 07, 1999

   A Resident Author story from MrDouble's archive, Filename: beach.txt
http://www.mrdouble.com



   Beach Rape

   By Spangles Muldoon

   spanglesmuldoon@yahoo.com
Prologue:
If I were to ask you to commit a crime, what would you say?  No? 
Probably.  The risk of getting caught and the consequences if / when you
did get caught would be just too great to risk it.  On the other hand, what
if it was something that you had thought about in the dark recesses of your
mind on occasion, and then an opportunity presented itself where your
chances of getting away with it and never getting caught were, say,

something in the neighborhood of 97%?  Would that change your answer?

   Sure, there's still the moral issue, but I have to wonder how much of
your reluctance is because of fear of getting caught and how much of it is
based on morals.  If you remove fear of getting caught from the equation,
would desire over ride morals?  This thought is sort of the basis for this
story.  Enjoy.  As always, the usual disclaimers apply.

   Section One

   I was working for the Coast Guard and was based in North Carolina. 
While I liked my job, the location left quite a bit to be desired.  On the
good side, though, I was seldom there, as I had to travel between twenty
two Coast Guard Air Stations, so I was on the go a great deal.  Sometimes
it was on commercial airliners, sometimes on Coast Guard aircraft.  It was
late afternoon on a Tuesday when I was told I had to go to Puerto Rico the
next morning.  Short notice travel was a way of life with them, and it
became a way of life with me.  The plan was to be gone for two days.

   The thing about traveling on a government aircraft like that is that
there are no airline tickets, no airline manifests, no customs to clear,
basically none of the everyday hassles of international airline travel. 
Quite simply, there was no record that I was even on the island, nor would
there be when I left.  Even the hotel was contracted, meaning that the
Coast Guard kept a set number of rooms rented there constantly, so I didn't
even have to leave my name when I checked in or out.

   Bright and early the next morning, I was on a Coast Guard Falcon Jet
headed for Puerto Rico.  It was my first trip there, and I figured it would
be my last trip there.  We went to the 'other' side of the island, the side
opposite San Juan.  It was a poor part of the island, well, at least
mostly. The area had at one time been nearly paradise.  When the Air Force
closed the Air Base there, though, tough times had obviously followed.  It
was still a nice area, though, but you could tell it was nothing like it
had been in its glory days.

   I learned almost immediately upon landing that the two days had already
gone to three.  When I got to the hotel that afternoon, I went walking to
check out the area, as was my habit when I got to new places.  I walked
down to the beach, and walked along the beach for a long while, following
one of the many paths that cut through the sand dunes.  The beach was a
little bit like the beaches on the Outer Banks of North Carolina, in that
there was a lot of vegetation growing on the dunes.  The path I was
following along the beach and through the dunes eventually led me back to
the Air Station.

   The work was finished late night on the second day, but the return
flight was still scheduled for the next afternoon.  I had taken all my bags
to the airplane that morning, and they were already loaded on the airplane.
I slept late the next morning, and had decided to walk from the hotel back
to the Air Station.

   I followed the path through the dunes and down the beach back towards
the Air Station.  As I made my way along the beach, I saw someone on the
beach ahead of me.  It was still too far away to tell very much, but my
pace was much quicker than theirs, and I began to catch up with them
quickly.  As I got closer, I could tell it was a girl wrapped in a beach
towel.  The beach was deserted other than for her and myself.  I guess it
was because it was a weekday afternoon.  I altered my course just a little
so that I would pass closer to her.  I figured I might as well get a look
as I went by.

   As I got closer, I began to pick out details about her.  She was a small
girl, very petite, with long, straight, dark hair.  As the beach towel
swished around, I could tell that she had on a bikini.  She was obviously
young, but I couldn't begin to guess her age from where I was, especially
being behind her like I was.  I watched as she turned off the main beach
and went down one of the paths that went off into the sand dunes.  It was
the same path I was going to take back to the Air Station.  I lost sight of
her for a moment as she crossed a couple of sand dunes.

   It was really sort of a whim that I decided to do it.  The opportunity
was there, the chances of getting caught were so small as to be almost
immeasurable.  I had always had the desire to do it, at least in the back
of my mind.  Before the thought was even completely formed in my mind, I
was sprinting across the sand dune along the path, getting my pocket knife
out of my pocket and opening it as I ran.  I came up behind her, and
because of the combination of running on sand and the noise of the waves,
she never even heard me approach.  She jumped when I grabbed her from
behind, and started to struggle, but when I showed her the knife, she
settled down quickly.  I guided her off the path and into the dunes, and
kept going until we were well off the path.

   I looked at her as we walked.  She didn't look as good up close as she
had from a distance, but she was still not bad.  She was younger than she
had appeared, maybe fourteen or so.  She tried to talk to me, but she
didn't speak English, so it was to no avail.  She was Oriental.  I have no
idea what nationality, nor can I say that I really cared at the moment. 
She was very small, certainly not over five feet, and had a petite build.
Her tits were about the size of half lemons, and about as pointy, at least
from what I could tell from her bikini.  She had dark, almond shaped eyes
and long, straight, black hair.  She was very nervous.  She knew she was in
trouble.

   We came to a flat, open area of sand surrounded on all sides by sand
dunes covered with tall grass and weeds.  It was well away from the
established paths.  It was just what I wanted.  I took the beach towel she
was carrying and laid it out on the sand, then motioned for her to lie down
on it.  She hesitated, so I gave her a little shove to encourage her.  When
she was laying down, I took her beach bag and started going through it.  I
hadn't even noticed she was carrying it when I first saw her.  She didn't
have much.  A tube of hand lotion and some sun screen, which I tossed on
the beach towel next to her.  She was carrying a small wallet, which I
looked through as well.  No ID in it, so I still didn't know her age.  No
matter.  I did find a couple of pictures of her in it, both of which I
took. She also had nine dollars and some change.  What the hell.  I took
that, too.  I tossed the now empty bag to the side of the beach towel, and
turned my attention to her.

   I dropped to my knees on the sand next to the towel and looked at her.
She was very scared, but I had already taken this too far to back off now.
I slipped the knife blade under the string on her bikini between her
breasts and sliced the string, letting the top fall away.  She immediately
moved her hands to cover herself, but I moved her hands back down as
quickly as she had moved them up.  I placed my hands where hers had been,
enjoying the feel of her breasts in my palms.  Her tits were tiny, and
amazingly firm.  She didn't seem to be getting any pleasure out of what I
was doing to them, but I certainly was.  At the moment, that was all that
mattered.

   She continued to protest.  Although I had no idea what it was she was
saying, her tone and inflection were pretty definite.  She was not happy. I
leaned down and took one of her breasts in my mouth.  I had intended to
work only on her hard little nipple, but the entire thing fit so easily
into my mouth that I took it all, using only my tongue on her nipple. 
After giving each one equal attention, I knew it was time to proceed.  I
took the knife and carefully cut the strings on each side of her bikini
bottom, then whisked it away.  Again, she tried to cover herself, but I
moved her hands away.

   She had the slightest little whisp of dark hair between her legs.  To my
surprise, it wasn't even curly like it is on most women.  She head her legs
tightly shut, so I could only make out the very top of her slit.  That
would never do.  I placed my hands between her knees and forced her legs
apart.  She tried to resist, but I refused to let her.  I opened her legs
wide and changed my position so I could look at her in more detail.

   Her little slit was unlike any I had ever seen before in real life.  I
had seen some like it in pictures a time or two, but never up close and
personal like this.  It was unusual because she didn't have any visible
outer lips.  Only a slit.  I placed my hand between her legs and she
stiffened visibly, again trying to close her legs.  I blocked her from
doing it, and worked a finger into her slit.  She was not even damp.  I
felt around a little, trying to locate her clit.  I had some difficulty
with that, because it was apparently very small.  I spent some time
massaging what I thought was it, but when I got no reaction, I figured I
must either be in the wrong place or she was just too scared to react in
that manner.  I moved my finger lower in her slit, looking for her hole.  I
managed to work my finger tip into her, but nothing more.  She was just too
tight and too dry.

   I picked up the tube of hand lotion from the sand and squirted some on
my fingers, then massaged it on her slit.  I tossed the tube aside and
tried to finger her again.  This time I was more successful, and was able
to get inside her just past my first knuckle.  I knew it was time to move
on to the next level, and I think she sensed it as well.  I moved to a
position between her legs and began to open my pants.  She knew full well
what was going to happen next.  When I got my dick and balls out, she
looked at them momentarily, then turned her head away.  I lowered myself on
top of her, and my dick fell right into place at her entrance.  Thanks to
the hand lotion, it took only a slight movement of my hips to get the head
of my dick inside her.

   I began a very slow, very slight thrusting motion, giving her a
mini-fuck using only the head of my dick.  I was barely penetrating her. 
She seemed to like that, and of course, so did I, but I wanted more.  I
picked up the pace, still doing the same thing, only faster.  I could
already feel the pressure of my orgasm building.  I stopped thrusting and
began a slow, steady pressure, trying to get deeper inside her.  I moved
slightly deeper into her, and then hit a firm resistance.  She was a
virgin. Well, at least temporarily.  I made a few quick, sharp jabs against
her maidenhead, followed by a hard thrust that forced my dick past the tiny
membrane.  I slid into her halfway, and she gave out a little scream when I
did.  I paused there for a long moment, then pulled almost completely out
of her and shoved in again, going even deeper this time.

   Once again, I hit an obstruction.  At first, this confused me, but then
I figured out that she was so small I had bottomed out inside her.  It felt
really odd, because I wasn't fully inside her yet.  My balls were still
some distance from her.  I couldn't tell how far.  I wondered what effect
that would have one me, because the sensation of my balls bouncing against
a woman when I am doing her adds a great deal to my pleasure.

   I didn't take a long time to ponder the situation.  I had better things
to do.  I pulled almost completely out of her again, then went back inside
her full length.  I began a slow and steady pumping motion, gradually
gaining both speed and intensity.  My dick pounded the end of her pussy
with each stroke, which was actually a little bit uncomfortable for me.

   She laid there silently as I took her.  Her eyes were closed, and she
made no protest.  I made no effort to concern myself with her pleasure. 
This one was for me.  I pounded into her harder and faster, knowing that
the intense pressure in my balls would soon be exploding into her once
virgin pussy.  I kept going until it was impossible for me to hold back any
longer, then shoved my dick as far inside her as I could get it.  My first
shot blasted deep inside her, providing me with some much needed relief.  I
paused for a moment, then began thrusting again.  Each stroke planted more
and more of my seed in her fertile opening.  I kept going until there was
no more left in me.

   I stayed on top of her for a moment, catching my breath and enjoying the
sensation.  I pulled out of her and got up, fastening my pants back when I
did.  I looked down at her.  She was still lying there with her eyes closed
and her legs open.  She had not moved a muscle.  I looked between her legs
and saw that her pussy was still slightly open, probably from being
stretched, and that a pinkish tinged fluid was leaking from her and
gathering in a pool on the beach towel.  A mixture of sperm and virgin
blood.  She still didn't make a sound.

   I picked up the pieces of her bikini and used them to tie her hands and
feet, then covered her with part of the beach towel.  I wanted some delay
time, and that would provide it.  I went back to the path and followed it
to the Air Station, actually running the last quarter mile or so.  I was
running not because I was worried about being caught, but because I was
late getting to the airplane.

   Within an hour after leaving her on the beach, I was in the plane and
well on my way back to North Carolina.  As it turned out, I had pulled off
the perfect crime.  No one every found out about it.  No one ever would.  I
wondered if she ever even bothered to report it.

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