A cruel hearted bastard. A sadist. A psycho. And those people would be right, its true. I am all of those, and more. But others, the ones I favor, wou...d call me an arist. A genuis. Just because I actually end lives, and take beautiful girls against their will, does not make me worse than most men. Everyone has their sick fantasies, I just prefer mine to be satisfied. Tonight, they were. She wasnt quite like the girls I usually captured- I generally prefer blonde girls with blue eyes and. .............................................................................................Hank was listless. He and his wife, Jean, had settled into an unromantic rhythm of nothingness - fucking once every two weeks as if she 'had' to fulfill her wifely duties, with no pleasure at all, she'd groan and sigh like it was just a total bother. It was 'expected'. And, the longer it kept on, the less satisfaction Hank got from it. Last time, he could barely maintain his erection. And, he was. I was doing it two and three times a day.Later, after supper and not long before dusk I retrieved the inner tubs from the beach and then went for a stroll. It was still warm, even near the water, and I was clad just in my swim trunks. I trudged up a tall dune intending to watch the sunset from that height. At the top of it I found a slight depression in which I discovered a girl slightly older than I. She lay with her eyes closed on a large beach towel clad just in her bikini top. Her left hand. He reached under her, and stroked between her lips, checking her lubrication. It was extensive, and her clit was fully extended. He slid a finger into her, checking for a hymen. He found one, so he started using first one, then two, and then three fingers to stretch her channel, and the barrier across it. When he felt the barrier break, he pulled his hand out, and slid his dick in after it. He was soon pounding away at her, and he reached under her to finger her clit while he did so. She came.