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Copyright (C) 1999,   Spangles Muldoon.  ALL Rights
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Original posting date: 
Tuesday PM, September 07, 1999

A Resident Author story from MrDouble's archive, 
Filename: beach.txt
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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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