Parking by the Lake (Mf, nc, rape)

During a frustrating summer at a lake town, the narrator takes a liking to a teenage lifeguard.

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Parking by the Lake (Mf, nc, rape)

After wandering around for a few months, I ended up renting a lake house in a small town in the sticks in North Carolina for a summer.� It was a nice enough place � I liked the big screened in porch where I would do my writing or sleep when it got too hot out.� You could swim pretty much right off my back lawn and there weren't many other homes around so I had my privacy.

About a quarter turn around the lake there was a public beach that served the locals.� It had trucked-in sand, a snack bar, lifeguards, lots of noise.� Normally I would have avoided it like the plague but sometimes it was nice to have other people around even if they were mostly bratty kids and rednecks, at the very least for artistic inspiration.

Of course, I was living alone down there so it wasn't long before I found myself conspiring to meet some of the younger house wives while their brats splashed around the lake.� At first I thought the idea had great potential � women married young down there and didn't seem too likely to work.� More than a few of them were attractive and probably bored all day.� I was sure I could find a vulnerable one and blow her away with my northern urban sophistication.� Just my kind of setup � regular sex in the afternoons, my nights free, no commitments required.

But it turned out the town was pretty conservative, and even bored bible-thumpers sort of frown on the idea of an afternoon tryst in a stranger's cabin while the kids waited outside.� After striking out half-dozen times, I gave up and kept to myself.� I still think I could have pulled it off if I tried hard enough but anyway I was supposed to be writing during my afternoons - not fucking the local women.�

In any case, soon after I found myself completely distracted by one of the lifeguards.� Normally I wouldn't notice a bunch of awkward teenagers but this one girl hit a nerve.� She was small, slim, with perky breasts and big eyes.� She seemed oddly mature and graceful for her age.� But sometimes she wore her long hair in ponytail and that made her look innocent and young.� Maybe seventeen or so � she was this gorgeous little blond thing that didn't quite fit the Carolina lake-town mold.�

The lifeguard uniform didn't quite do her justice but occasionally on her day off she would sunbathe in a little bikini.� When I was lucky enough to catch her that way I would set my chair up behind her and watch her through my sunglasses.� I loved her tummy � flat, a tiny bit muscular, a long line from her navel down the middle tapering to a suggestive little mound under those bikini bottoms.� The triangle of fabric covering the space between her narrow hips and that tummy looked like barely concealed heaven.

I guess the lonely nights in my cabin were starting to wear on me.� The first time I saw her in that bikini I decided I just had to corrupt her.

But it was easier vowed than done.� Her mother was often at the lake with her, even on the days she worked.� I had about twelve years on her at the time but I'm a pretty attractive guy so I thought I'd see where I could get with her.� I managed to talk to her a few times and she seemed a bit receptive (or maybe it was wishful thinking) but there was little time to advance the conversation and I never even found out her name.

Then her boyfriend started showing up and that complicated it more.� He was the classic dumb jock type.� Too stupid to know how good he had it.� He didn't seem that nice to her but she stuck by him every minute he was there.�

A lot of the kids in the town looked more wild than their parents, but my idea of tempting the girl back to the cabin with the promise of pot smoking would never work with a boyfriend around.� I though about inviting them both back and locking jock boy in the cellar but it turned out my cabin didn't even have a crawl space - and every room had a good sized window.�

Then one night I had a breakthrough.� The beach area closed every evening and reopened around 9 AM.� The long access road in had a gate that was locked off hours.� However, one drizzly night I was sitting on my porch having a smoke when, reflected over the lake, I thought saw headlights move into the parking lot behind the beach.� Half curious and very bored, I walked along the lake in the wet grass the quarter mile or so to the beach area.� I didn�t see anyone around so I walked up to the parking lot to find a single truck parked back near the trees with its engine off and dome light on.

I cut back into the woods and walked along the lot as quiet as I could.� The back of the lot was cut into the hillside, so when I climbed up I could look right down a few feet onto the truck.� I was pretty amused to see the SUV rocking slightly � but I was downright surprised to see my lifeguard and her jock in the back.� Apparently the lifeguards had keys to the gates and it turned out the teenagers in the town really were wilder than their moms.� I was a bit disappointed that the girl wasn't as innocent as she looked, but it worked out in my favor in the end.

I jerked off in the woods while I watched jock boy awkwardly (and quickly) finish up with her.� Interesting to note that he didn't use a condom.� After that I cased the lot each night for a week.� It seemed that nearly every lifeguard that worked there brought his or her girlfriend or boyfriend to the parking lot but oddly there was never more than one car at a time.� It finally dawned on me that there was only a single key to the gate and the lifeguard who was opening the beach the next morning was the only one who could get into the lot the night before.� Once I knew that much, it was only a matter of figuring out my girl's schedule and making a few simple preparations.

Of course, our lifeguard didn't park with her boyfriend every time she opened the next day, but it was frequently enough.� With their presumably strict parents and nosy neighbors, I can't imagine young couples could find much time alone in this town.� Since they locked the gate behind them they weren't going to be harassed by the cops either.� It probably felt like a pretty safe place � but then they weren't counting on me!

I caught my lifeguard in the lakeside parking lot on the third try.� I was waiting in the trees when jock boy's SUV entered the lot and parked in the usual place.� They left the dome light on and talked for a few minutes before getting out of the car and climbing into the tailgate.� With the back seats folded forward, they had all the room they �or I- needed back there.

I gave them a few minutes to get started.� Jock boy began by awkwardly rubbing one of her breasts in circles like he expected a genie.� She was wearing a pretty dress and he soon moved his hand under it and between her legs.� As amateur as he was, I could tell she was enjoying the attention.� Her little back was arched and she was panting and flush.� She held his shirt in a tight fist.� I was getting so hard in expectation it was starting to hurt.� It was time to act.

I jumped down to the back top, flicked away my cigarette, and walked to the car.� I rapped hard on the glass of the tailgate and they both jumped comically.� Opening it (I can't believe they didn't lock the doors) I grabbed jock boy by his shirt and hauled him out of the truck.� I'm not a small guy but the kid could have probably put up a good fight if he even knew what was going on. �But I had him bent forward over the bumper pretty quick.� I had both of his hands behind him and I snagged his wrists with those plastic disposable handcuffs that riot cops use.� Probably at that point he thought I was a cop.� The cuffs are a really useful piece of equipment if you ever get the chance � kind of look like cable ties.� They can be cut off easily enough with a pair of scissors if there's someone around to help you.�

Jock was getting his senses back and fought back as best he could with no hands but I cuffed his legs together at the ankles and tripped him backwards.� Now he wasn't going anywhere � it would take him a year to inchworm his way out the access road or to one of the lake cabins (the closest of which was mine anyway).� He could probably manage to stand up eventually if he leveraged his weight against the car, but there was no real reason to do that, unless of course he wanted to watch me rape his girlfriend, in which case he was more than welcome.

With junior desperately cursing at me from the pavement, I climbed into the back of the truck with the wide-eyed lifeguard and closed the tailgate behind me.� Wanting to set a good example, I was sure to lock the doors.

There was no way to open the tailgate from the inside but the girl made a quick attempt to get away through the back car-door.� She was faster and stronger than I expected and she almost had the door open.� I grabbed her around the waist and it was all I could do to wrestle her back into the truck.� The feeling of her thrashing against me through that dress was worth the trouble.�

Eventually I had her pinned down beneath me with my knee between her legs and both hands holding her arms down.� Face to face, she looked at me with surprised recognition and then outright hate. �Not the romantic evening I had hoped for so far.

She fought hard to push me away and I let her tire herself out for a good ten minutes or so.� She screamed a few times which was annoying but pointless.� No one was going to hear her here.

When she was clearly tiring, I let go of one wrist.� I had another pair of plastic handcuffs for her too but I was hoping not to have to use them.� She pushed at me and tried to claw through my shirt and I gave her a tap on her chin.� She seemed hesitant to do any real damage.� I was quite a bit bigger than her and I expect she was worried I would hit her back.�

With my free hand I felt up her leg from her knee to her pelvis.� She was silky smooth and very warm under that dress.� My fingers found her panties and I ripped them off in one clean jerk.� That shook her up � I guess there wasn't any more ambiguity about what I was doing in the truck with her.� She fought me again for a few minutes and I had to hold her arms again to keep from getting scratched.� Eventually I had my hand back under her dress and this time I traced that flat stomach down over her navel and to the soft patch of pubic hair between her legs.

She tried to push my hand away and resorted to begging me to stop.� I pushed the knuckle of my index finger against her pussy and was pleased to feel that she was still wet from her boyfriend's pawing.� My finger slid in smoothly, despite her squirming away.� I withdrew and started to undo my belt and take down my pants with my right hand while my left pinned her left arm and shoulder down.

I pushed my pants down and then pushed her dress up.� I wanted to get a good look at her but I knew it was important to gain control first.� I pulled one of her legs up with one hand and took her behind her back and shoulder with the other.� Her back was braced against the back of the seats behind her so there was no way she could back away.� Once I had her pinned like this, it was an easy thing to position my rock-hard penis against her crotch.� With a little bit of rubbing of the head against her pussy I found her opening and started to press against it.�

She tried to twist away but there was nowhere to go.� She urged me not to do this to her but I wasn't really listening.� I pressed into her very slowly, only about an inch at first, already very pleased at how wet and tight she felt.� At that point she went limp and started to cry softly � finally resigned to her fate.� I watched her for a moment � she looked very sweet and lost right then.� I could feel myself get even harder as I watched tears roll down her cheek.

I pressed in a little more, pulled back, and then back in a bit more.� Pumping her very slowly in short trusts I was able to get all the way up inside her without a struggle.� She was so tight and warm it felt wonderful just to press in as far as I could.� I held her like that for a moment, then lifted her dress up and off.� She didn't really try to stop me.� I looked at her in the dome light then and it was the best I had seen her yet, very sexy with her red-rimmed eyes, flawless skin, body impaled on my cock.� She had these wonderful little breasts that fit so well in my hands.� A small trim tuft of pubic hair.� That wonderful flat tummy.

I kissed her on the mouth and then sucked on her nipples as I started to trust into her as slowly as I could bear.� I wanted this to last as long as possible.�

I shifted my weight and held her by the small of her back for a while and with my other palm on her ass while I pumped her.� I was still working slowly but the truck was already rocking nicely.� I wondered how that looked to jock boy out there.� At some point I paused to undress myself so we were naked together.� When I pushed back into her, my new girlfriend was still pouting but there were no more tears and she was bighting her lower lip slightly.� And she was still wet like only a teenage girl could be.� I wondered if despite everything she was starting to enjoy it.� If so, her secret was safe with me.

She looked like the perfect little package of a woman and I looked huge inside her stretched labia.� While I was still making slow deep thrusts, my hands explored my young captive.� Other than that tummy, her thighs were the best part of her.� So smooth and thin but very well toned.� Her ass was great too and I spent a few minutes just groping it while I fucked her.� When I ran my finger down her spine to the crack of her ass she jumped in surprise but I don't think my explorations were entirely unwelcome now.� Every part of her was so warm and her nipples protruded delicately when I kissed them.� I could feel her heart racing in her chest.

I kept at it for a good twenty minutes � slow thrusts with my hips while my hands roamed.� She was still wet and breathing heavy when I couldn�t hold back anymore and started to increase tempo.� She wasn�t pushing back but I took her by the hip and pulled her into me with every stroke.� The truck was really rocking now.� I pumped faster and faster until I had her back arched and I was pounding her against the floor pretty good.� There was an audible slap of my stomach against hers with each thrust.� I kissed her hard on the lips and pushed my tongue into her mouth.� Finally I felt that wonderful tightening in my balls and my dick stiffed and grew as much as it could inside her.� She must have felt it coming because she gasped a moment before I exploded.� I must have sprayed a gallon of cum into that tight little girl.� I keep thrusting through one of my best orgasms in years and then just pressed hard into her for a few minutes while she lie trembling, panting and sweaty under me.

I was so excited that night I really couldn't tell if she came or not.� I'd like to think that she did, even if she didn't want to.� I almost considered inviting her back to my house, just to see what her reaction would be.� But then I thought the better of it.� I pulled out and took one last look at her.� Her face was flush, with marks all over her pale skin from where I was pressed against her.� Her legs were still spread and a little bit of my semen was leaking out of her onto the upholstery.�

I kissed her one last time and she didn't try to resist.� Then I traced my palm from her neck over her breast, down that flat stomach, and paused with my palm cupping her wet pussy.� I dressed, opened the door, and stepped over furious jock boy on my way into the trees and back home.

As expected, the two never turned me in.� To do that, they would have had to explain what they were doing at the lot in the first place � and that would invite all kinds of trouble and shame.� It turns out the conservative nature of the town had a use after all.�

And hey, the girl was there for sex anyway, right?� Wrong partner, maybe, but she got what she wanted � from a more experienced guy at that.

Just in case the jock wanted revenge, I kept away from the beach and I was careful around my house.� He never showed � I'll bet she didn't tell him that she recognized me.

A few weeks later school started up again and they closed the beach for the season.� A few months after that I was on my way again.� I saw my lifeguard around town a few times but never close up and, alas, certainly not naked.� I'd like to think she remembers me, though.