Some Girls Are Just Asking For It, Aren't They?

Guy goes out to find a secluded beach in which to sunbathe. An18 year old girl (unwisely) does the same with inevitable consequences.

It's generally sunny in the Scilly Isles come Summer, plus there's always a beach going spare somewhere if you can be bothered to look for one. Most holiday makers congregate on the town beaches, close by such amenities as toilets and cafës. This leaves many of the smaller more isolated beaches totally uninhabited. These are my favourite kind of beaches because on an uninhabited beach, I can safely become uninhibited. I can cast off my cares and my clothes with gay abandon and go for that all-over tan that feels so deliciously naughty when seen in a full length mirror. I can sing at the top of my voice and dance like a maniac if I so choose since nobody's listening or watching. Alternatively, I can just lie on a towel and soak up the warmth and the natural, quite ambiance of the place, relishing the feeling warm fresh air moving over my naked skin. I can close my eyes and imagine the warmth I'm feeling is emanating from the naked body of a gorgeous female lying beside me and who's desperate for me to fuck her into oblivion.

Inevitably, such fantasies cause me to have erections and in my book, no erection should be ignored. On the contrary, it should be treated as a welcome guest and encouraged to stay by means of massaging it till it's electrfying erotic personality overwhelms my entire body, making me a slave to it's ultimate satisfaction. Such was the situation one fateful morning when a female gasp awoke me from my blissfully erotic reverie.

I was being stared at by a girl in her late teens, cute as a button and wearing nothing but the skimpiest of red bikinis. Her bobbed light brown hair gave her rather boyish look but there was certainly nothing boyish about her figure. It was feminine perfection and her complexion was absolutely flawless. I let go of my cock which only served to give my visitor a even better view of it. Her eyes widened as she kept them focused on my throbbing, bobbing member. By now of course, testosterone was flooding through my body as a result of my masturbation and I was really ready to cum.

Now, here was temptation indeed. I needed release and here was the perfect vehicle for me to ride in order to get there. Had she smiled at me at this point, then I'm pretty certain that a conversation would have ensued during which I'd have sought to seduce her into sharing my towel and enjoy a good shag.

As it was though, she didn't smile. Instead, she looked petrified, mesmerised by the vision of aroused manhood before her. I suppose I could have covered myself up and apologised but at that precise moment, my inner demon loudly proclaimed "why the fuck should I?"

So I didn't. Instead, I stood up and found myself looking down on a girl hardly an inch over five foot tall. A solitary girl too, a quick look round confirmed that we still had the beach to ourselves. She also looked around and was clearly dismayed by what she saw. However, what was dismaying her was emboldening me. The girl's vulnerability was like an aphrodisiac to me. She was there for the taking. Perhaps she wanted to be taken or maybe she just didn't care whether some strange man humped her or not. Maybe that was what she'd come to this deserted beach for: in search of a fuck.

I stood before the girl and noticed that her eyes were a very attractive grey. They also looked scared stiff. I took my cock in hand, waved it at her and said "It's yours if you want it."
The girl's said nothing but shook her head.
So that was it. What to do now? Pick up my towel and walk away or rape her? If I walked away, there'd be no consequences to worry about, but if I raped her......at this point, my cock and inner demon jointly subverted my sense of reason by emphasizing how lovely the girl was, how easy it would be to overpower her and how fabulous it would feel to have my penis probing deep inside this vision of feminine perfection. How old was she? Eighteen I guessed at most. She was somebody's daughter, perhaps she was somebody sister but I doubted she was anyone's mother. At least, not yet but maybe I could fix that; (my inner demon was having a field day with me by now). Suddenly, the idea of impregnating this young lovely drove all other considerations from my mind. I found myself reasoning that I'd be giving this girl a beautiful baby in exchange for a paltry fuck. She'd surely be getting the best of the bargain.

But my need for release was growing urgent. So far, the girl hadn't said a word and didn't show any signs of being willing to be talked into anything. So, to fuck it not to fuck, that was the question, to which my cock, balls and inner demon all answered with a resounding "FUCK!"

Stepping forward, I wrapped my arms around the girl's waist and lifted her off the sand. I do doing, I found my cock trapped between my belly and hers and felt the gentle pressure of her breasts flattening against my chest. At last, she gasped and started to struggle and her spasmodic moving against my cock were all I needed to switch me into full attack mode. I threw her down onto my towel and the fell on top of her. Finally, I got a word out of her; one long whining "noooooooooo!"

My response was "YES" and in seconds, her skimpy bikini top was yanked aside and her perfectly rounded breasts were perfectly round no more. My mauling, grasping hands saw to that as the pummeled her mammaries softness.

She didn't scream. Strange that! She thrashed around a lot and kicked, but that only made it easier for me to get between her shapely, silky-smooth thighs. The girl's bikini bottoms afforded her no protection whatsoever. I just pulled the gusset aside and rammed myself up into the hot and soggy heaven of this young girls' vagina. I shagged her fast, like a dog on heat with a bitch and within seconds was ejaculating inside her as my orgasm exploded in ecstatic release. I rammed her hard at this point, my cock head flattening against a cervix I knew my semen was already penetrating. I felt a warm glow of satisfaction at the thought that if she wasn't on the pill, her fertilisation was as good as assured.

For a few moments we just lay as we were; me getting my breathe back and her whimpering quietly. The deed was done and there could be no undoing it. As I saw it, I was now the vulnerable one, trapped on an island and now on the run from the possible consequences of my crime. I had to get away somehow but right then and there, all I could do was grabbed my clothes and run.

Otherwise, I didn't panic. Had I attempted to leave the island immediately on the ferry, I figured I'd be picked up for sure. Therefore, I stayed put, kept myself to myself and waited to she what happened next. As it turned out, nothing happened. For some reason known only to the girl, her rape wasn't reported. I often wonder why.