Beach Boy's Blue Balls [Full Scat Version & Alternate Ending]

Ricky walked across the sandy beach with determined, horny purpose. He was wearing nothing but a red speedo, two sizes too small. The full outline of his dick and balls were visible through the strained material. He was already getting hard, his long, thin semierect cock tenting at the fabric, a pulsing bulge. He was on the beach to achieve one goal: to fuck as many women as possible.

It was early in the day, so the beach wasn't quite full yet, but there were already so many women walking around, sitting on the sand, swimming out into the crashing waves. His eyes bounced with an obsessive laser focus across tits and asses, bellies and thighs shining with suntan lotion.

And then he paused. The lifeguard. Her golden hair fluttered in the breeze. Her red one-piece swimsuit was riding up into her tight athletic cheeks and into her pussy, making a small delicious camel toe. Her legs were sculpted with muscle. Her boobs were pressed together to create a soft valley of irresistible cleavage. Her muscular arms reached back, her biceps and shoulders flexing, and she picked at the wedgie in the seat of her suit.

Ricky's dick, now fully erect, was leaking precum at the very sight of her.

"Hey baby, you want to take a break with me? Get out of this heat?" Ricky said. He leaned against her lifeguard chair.

"What?" She turned and looked him over. He was skinny and somewhat fit, but nothing spectacular. He wasn't unattractive, but his crooked grin and the tone of his voice immediately activated warning flags in her mind. Then she looked down and saw his dick pointing at her leg like a missile, and her mouth curled in disgust.

"Sir I'm going to ask you to put some clothes on" she said.

“What do you mean?” Ricky asked with a smug smirk now that he knew her eyes were looking at his junk. “Everything’s covered.”

“You know what I mean,” she said, patience evaporating.

“That.” she said, pointing at his erection. “Cover that up. This is a public beach.”

Ricky put his hands on his hips and leaned his hips forward, not thrusting but absolutely invading her personal space with his dick.

“How about you help me take care of it?” he grinned. “We can go under the pier, the restrooms, your call.”

Ricky wiggled his hips, making his iron rod swing back and forth slightly in the speedo.

Her hand grabbed his shoulder with a crushing grip, and she pushed him away from her.

“I want you off this beach,” she growled.

Ricky beamed. The physical contact, her furious eyes, and her angry voice were only turning him on more.

“You say that now,” he said. “But you’ll be singing a different tune once I’m spraying jizz right up your cu-UUHAAAAGGGHH!!”

A shin, hard, unrelenting, brutally slammed up in a rising kick, bashing his balls up against his body, squashing them for an instant against his pelvis. They throbbed and screamed with pain in their sack. The strength was sapped from Ricky’s body immediately. His stomach swirled. Adrenaline and shock raced through his nervous system. He collapsed onto the sand in a little gasping ball, clutching at his cracked nuts under his still erect cock.

The lifeguard pointed at his crumpled, trembling form like he was a dog.

“OFF. THIS. BEACH.”

***

Ricky didn't leave the beach. He hobbled to the parking lot where he spent a good half hour sitting in his car with his legs spread, waiting for the pulsing and aching to leave his balls. Then he stepped out, ready to continue his mission of getting laid. Instead of heading to the shore again, he headed down the long running trail that ran along the parking lot and through the sand dunes.

His eyes scanned the area. Empty. The only thing decorating the sand dunes were the remains of old weather-beaten fences; most of them were missing wooden slats and shifting in the sand at crooked angles. His dick wilted with disappointment. He was sure there would be joggers, but the sun was so hot. There were no clouds. Wait.

Two figures were jogging towards him. Female figures. Twins. Tanned, identical twins with adorable angelic faces. Ricky's dick bounced back to attention. They looked young, college students probably. They wore sunglasses and loose sleeveless shirts over tight workout tops. Their round little peachy butts were bound in tight compression shorts and rippled with each step as they jogged down the trail. Their brunette ponytails bobbed in unison. Even through their shirts, the shapes of their bouncing boobs were visible, if subtle. Sweat dripped off their thin toned bodies and decorated the pavement with salty Jackson Pollack splatters.

Ricky fell in line behind them. His head was tilted down, shamelessly and pathetically staring at their asscheeks and thighs and calves.

"You two come here often?" He asked.

The girls turned to look at him and then wordlessly looked forward again. They started jogging faster.

Ricky tried to speed up, but his speedo was riding up his ass, squeezing his cheeks. As he jogged, his bouncing blood-filled cock threatened to flop out of his speedo, escaping through the waistband or a leg hole. With every other step, his arm had to reach down between his legs or towards his sweaty ass to tug the speedo back into place. The sun was beating down, scorching him, radiating off the pavement.

"I love jogging, you know! Really gets the blood flowing!"

The twins were gaining distance. Their identical asses were shrinking, farther and farther away.

Ricky tried to run faster. He wiped the sweat from his face with his even sweatier wrist. He panted. His leg muscles started to cry out from the exertion. He was slowing down. Eventually he stopped with his hands on his knees, a waterfall of sweat falling off his exhausted body.

***

Ricky dragged his feet across the jogging trail. He held a hand to his brow as if looking out across a desert. He shuffled, losing energy with each step, up a sandy hill.

Then his eyes lit up. Below, parked next to the jogging trail was a shaved ice truck. And, more importantly, there were the twins munching shaved ice under what little shade the truck provided.

Ricky gathered up his energy and jogged down towards them and the truck.

“Wow! I loved shaved ice too! What a coincidence!” he panted.

“You girls want to go back to my place? We can really cool down there and relax. You know, chill?” he wiggled his eyebrows at them.

One of the twins peered up from her shaved ice, took one look at Ricky, and then started to walk away.

“HEY!” Ricky called after her, anger rising in his voice. “Don’t turn your back on me when I’m talking to you!!”

“I think you need to cool down,” a voice said. It was the other twin. She was standing right behind him. Her right hand gripped his speedo and was pulling it away from his ass. In the other hand she held her cup of shaved ice.

Before Ricky could process what was happening, she dumped the shaved ice into the seat of his speedo and then tugged the fabric right up his asscrack in a brutal two-handed wedgie that lifted him up onto his tippy toes.

“OOUHHHhhh!!!” Ricky squealed. Rough, freezing ice shavings were shoved into his asscrack by the rising, stretching fabric slicing between his cheeks. The front of his speedo was tugged down by the wedgie and his dick sprung out over the top of his waistband while just enough of his speedo remained around his crotch to crush his balls in its tightening elastic grip.

“C-c-ccOOLLDDD!” Ricky shivered. Icy waves were radiating out from his freezing clenched, parted asscheeks to the rest of his trembling, practically naked body.

The twin behind him chuckled and tugged on the speedo again and again, giving him a bouncing wedgie that made him shudder and squirm, each tug making his balls ache, the fabric scrape across his asscrack, and his erect dick bounce.

“You need to put that thing away!”

It was the other twin. She had been watching with a growing sadistic grin on her face. Her eyes were looking down at Ricky’s throbbing, exposed, vulnerable rod.

With a sudden twinkle in her eye, she lifted her own cup of shaved ice and then shoved it onto the offending cock with an icy SCHHuCCK.

“AAAIIEEEEE!!! Pull it offfff!” Ricky yelped. His dick was surrounded by rough, cold ice. The frigid pain was immediate across the entirety of his throbbing shaft. The Styrofoam cup decorated his dick like a stupid white conical codpiece.

The twin in front giggled and grabbed the cup stuck on his dick. She slowly pulled it away, the rough ice scraping across his dick, making him twitch and spasm and jerk. Ricky’s dick was throbbing, rushing toward the edge by the painful freezing sensations, but at the same time it was losing feeling, becoming a fleshy icicle jutting out of his crotch.

The twin drew the cup back halfway and then drove it back down over Ricky’s half-frozen cock.

“NooOOo!” Ricky yelped, squirming madly, but held in place by the freezing wedgie assaulting his butt. The ice up his asscrack was making his hips, his asshole tingle with a numb, aching pain.

The twin pulled the cup back and then shoved it down again, over and over with a faster and faster pumping motion, raping Ricky’s stupid penis with her shaved ice.

“PleeEEeeasse!” Ricky wailed, wiggling wildly and only making the elastic up his crack and crushing his balls tighten more and more. His dick was numb and frozen, howling with pain, only vaguely able to feel the shaved ice fucking him like an onahole from hell. Still-cold ice water dripped down his crack and ran down his flailing legs.

Finally, the twin behind him lost her grip on his speedo and he tumbled forward. The shaved ice cup on his dick fell off. Making incoherent whimpering noises, Ricky ran toward the sand and dove dick-first into the nearest dune. A hiss of steam exploded out of the sand as Ricky shoved his frostbit cock into the burning sand.

“aAAAhhh!!” Ricky screamed. He humped the sand, shoving his numb dick into the burning, coarse sand over and over like someone possessed, desperately trying to make feeling return to his prized penis. His ass, dripping freezing water bobbed up and down as he moaned and screamed like a stupid animal, and the twins stood watching the pathetic display, pointing and laughing uncontrollably.

***

A lesser man would have given up by now, was what Ricky told himself. He was walking down the beach, further and further away from the shore and the boardwalk and the pier. Despite his words of confidence to himself, his face twisted with rage at his humiliation. The high-pitched cackles of the twins watching him fuck the sand still burned in his ear. After his dick finally regained feeling, it had taken all of his will power to not cum into the sand in front of them. He had stopped himself from suffering that humiliation, but his balls felt swollen, electric with the need to release.

Ricky peeked over a large rock and looked down the shore. She was still walking, and she was still looking over her shoulder suspiciously, and her hands would still go to the waistband of her shorts every second or so.

Ricky had seen her from the water when he went to swim in the ocean, trying to wash the sand off his dick and relieve the stinging pain that came with it. She was dressed in an oversized t-shirt and basketball shorts. She was overweight and her clothes couldn’t hide her curves. Her shorts still strained around the roundness of her buttcheeks. Her hair was cut very short, almost a buzzcut, and her skin so pale, almost translucent. Most notably, she kept looking around the beach with nervous twitchy looks and her hands kept going to the waistband of her shorts.

Ricky followed her.

He thought he knew what she was looking for. He followed her down the shoreline where the sandy dunes gave way to wet, rocky boulders and a rising cliffside. He crept along behind her, slinking with inky smugness.

“I DUG SOME HOLES!”

Ricky jumped. His body went flat against the rock like a lizard. His head tilted down, noticing for the first time a boy holding a plastic shovel and a bucket.

“I DUG THEM ALL OVER!” the boy said.

Ricky’s lip curled with annoyance. “That’s great kid. Now get out of here. Go back to your parents or whatever.”

“OKAY!” the boy said, running off.

Ricky sighed. He peeked around the rock again. She was far away, probably too far to have heard them. She was walking quickly, almost sprinting, to the sandy base of a cliff where she disappeared around the other side of it.

Ricky rubbed his hands together, a giant shit-eating grin on his face.

***

Her pants were around her ankles. She cupped her crotch in her hands while dancing on the balls of her feet. Her pale glowing ass, covered with squishy fatty dimples and her curvy, thick legs shook with her little panicked dance.

“Beautiful day isn’t it!”

Ricky called out behind her, making her duck down with sudden speed and pull the shorts back up to her waist. Her fingers trembled around her waistband as the taller man with the clear, throbbing erection and the big Chesire cat grin strode towards her.

“wh-What are you doing here?” she asked.

Ricky’s eyes narrowed. “Oh, you know why I’m here. The same reason you’re all the way out here, so far away from the rest of the beach.”

“The same reason?” the woman asked, confused and very alarmed. Her entire brain flared with warning and her eyes darted around, looking for escape routes.

Ricky hooked his hands into his speedo and let it fall to his ankles. His cock and balls, still red and irritated from their abuse, flopped free between his skinny legs.

“PUT THAT BACK ON!” the woman shouted, her voice rising with fear. She took several steps back away from the advancing, naked Ricky, who was too stupid to notice her fear or couldn’t be bothered to care.

Ricky stepped out of the speedo. “Well that would ruin the whole point of skinny-dipping wouldn’t it?”

“Skinny-dipping?! What do you mean skinny-dipping?!”

“Oh come on, you don’t have to be coy with me. Why else did you sneak all the way out here from the running trail.”

“WERE YOU FOLLOWING ME?!”

Ricky was so close to her now, barely six feet away.

“Don’t worry about that. Now let’s get those clothes off and have some fu—UUHHAAHH!!”

Neither Ricky or the woman noticed the hole dug into the sand between them, a hole that Ricky stepped right into. The sandy circle swallowed his body all the way up to his shoulders, his arms and legs buried deep in the sand. He struggled, snarling at the air with bared teeth from his sandy prison.

“That damn kid,” he muttered. “HEY! Pull me out of here!”

The woman’s shadow loomed over him. She glared down at him.

“I don’t think I will, you fucking stalker pervert,” she spat at him.

“You’re the fucking pervert, you fat bitch!” Ricky shouted. “Running out all the way here to skinny-dip!!”

“I didn’t come out here to skinny-dip,” she hissed at him. Her shorts descended with a soft thump to her ankles. Her pussy was a dark mess of soft wispy black hair. She turned, her ass a planet blotting out the sun over Ricky’s head.

Ricky, instinctually, felt his anger be replaced by fear.
 “I walked all the way out here to take a shit,” she said.

As if on cue, her guts began to gurgle, pop and rumble, the shifting contents moving within her, knowing that soon they would be free.

Ricky stared, utter horror on his wide eyed face. The woman squatted, her massive, farting ass consuming his entire vision as it descended toward his face.

“W-WAIT! WAIT! HELP! SOMEBODY!! HELP!!!” but there was no one around to hear Ricky’s screams.

PPhhhRRRtTTT

The Jell-O moons shook with a noxious fart.

“I’d close my mouth if I were you,” the woman said, her voice full of vengeful, bitter venom.

“MMNnMNNN!!!” Ricky bit his lips to seal his mouth, but he couldn’t stop his own muffled screams.

Squishy white gates parted. The woman’s hairy pink asshole, winking and pulsing, presented itself, a threatening maw. It widened, the dark shape of shit filling its puckering shape.

PPhhHHrrttt

A hard, airy fart, rotten, marinated by her turds. The toxic air hit Ricky’s face with such force that it moved his hair like wind.

“MMNNRRRHNN!” Ricky screamed. His eyes burned. He tried closing his eyes, but he was paralyzed in the face of the descending horror, the fat ass freezing him like a medusa face.

It stopped inches from him as she squatted, curling her spine, hunkering down on her knees, turning her body into a shit cannon, the target his squinting, whimpering face. Her guts rumbled. She grunted, softly, pushing. A trickle of pee fell from her hairy lips and decorated the dry sand. Her asshole distended and pulsed with rhythmic momentum, growing wider and wider, filling with girthy, slimy logs.

SSPPrrTTCHHH

Her shit slid out of her, the dense dark brown turds racing downward with horrifying speed. The crackling shit thudded against Ricky’s face before slopping off him, sliding across him with steaming, warm intimacy, leaving a snail trail of shit down the center of his face.

“MmnRRRNNGG!!” Ricky screamed. The wet, gooey texture of the shit trail tickled his face like wet spiders crawling from his forehead, down his nose, across his lips to his chin. The smell was rancid, poisonous, an overwhelming, bitter sewage stink. He desperately controlled his gag reflex.

Unplugged and gaping, the asshole farted uncontrollably, wet, bubbling air.

PpHHRBBRTBBlLLgGRRGbBrrrpptthh

The woman squinted with discomfort. Her guts burned. She could feel the popping, moving air pockets fighting the shifting shit within her. Her hands curled into tight little fists, and she breathed deep.

SSPPLLSSHHSSHHHH

It exploded out of her with a liquid, spraying, roaring sound. Greenish, infected diarrhea burst from her, hosing down Ricky’s face with steaming, wet warmth and a rotting bacterial stink.

“MMnRRRNNNLLNN!!!” Ricky wailed into his clamped shut lips. He twisted his body against the sand, but there was no escaping the onslaught, the vile shower of shit. The bubbling nightmare spray splashed out of her sputtering stretching asshole.

SSppRRLLTTSsPPLLSSHHSSPPRTBRRT

Diarrhea splashed across her asscheeks and thighs from the sheer volume and force. Beads of globby shit dribbled down, clinging to the hair of her bent over pussy.

The woman gagged, coughed. The smell from her ass was getting too much, even for her. She covered her nose, and her eyes watered.

“MMnnRRGggNN!!!” Ricky, his face and head completely slimed, his hair flattened by the force of the diarrhea spray, could only scream.

Her asshole sputtered, the stream of shit becoming a gooey dribble.

The woman, dizzy from the stink, swayed in her awkward, bent over stance. Her hands reached out blindly for support. Her knees buckled, her jiggling, dirty cheeks swung back and forth. Her bare feet clung to the shifting sand, but they were rapidly losing footing.

Ricky peeked out through the layer of shit covering his face. His soul cried in defeat.

Was it over?

His tiny, squinting eyes opened to see the woman fall ass-first, her dark, muddy buttcrack descending toward him.

“NO-NOOOO!!!”

SSLLRRUPPP

Her asscrack swallowed his shit-covered head. Crushing weight bared down on his neck and skull. Soft, dirty, warm fleshy globes wrapped around his screaming face. He was smothered, squashed, suffocated in her sitting ass.

“OHH!!” the woman gasped. Her eyes bugged out. The sudden feeling of a man’s face covered in cooling diarrhea shoved completely between her cheeks was strange and shocking and embarrassing.

Under the sand, Ricky’s body struggled. His cock, shamefully, burned with excitement. He humped the walls of his sandy prison like a pathetic worm, ramming his dick in the sand, ready to explode any moment. But he fought his throbbing balls with his will, the crushing humiliation and anger metaphorically filling his bones, the poisonous air literally filling his lungs, all fueling him in his desperate struggle to not cum from this violation.

She struggled to her feet, but her legs were weak from spraying her infected diarrhea shit.

She flopped back down, collapsing spread-legged on the sand and Ricky’s head.

She gasped, panting, and decided to rest for a second, ignoring the muffled, gargling screams reverberating through her jiggling cheeks.

Squinting, she forced out one last, wet, belching fart right into Ricky’s tortured head.

PPHHRRBBBRR

***

Ricky crunched on some popcorn as he walked down the boardwalk. In his other hand he held a large pickle in a little cardboard boat. He wasn't hungry, but he needed something to cut through the ever-present smell of shit surrounding his head and filling his sinuses. Diving into the surf and dunking his head over and over into the ocean helped, but he could still vaguely smell it, almost taste it.

The crowds on the boardwalk parted in front of him, because of his stench and because of his still-raging hard-on. People turned away, masking giggles at his absurd, tented member. Parents covered their children's eyes and turned them away from his display.

Ricky didn't care. His brow was furrowed with rage. He took another mouthful of popcorn and mashed it between his teeth.

Then he saw her. At the far end of the pier, standing some distance from the milling crowds trying out games and buying food from the stands. Her short yellow sundress flapped around her wide hips, gorgeous thighs flashing freckled skin. The waves of fabric caressed her asscheeks, flowing over them. The sundress was half falling off one shoulder. Her round, large boobs hung free and loose in the bright sunny fabric, nearly spilling out as she leaned against the wooden railing of the pier and watched the ocean stretching out in front of her. She brushed coppery waves of hair away from her face with a delicate, curled hand and then adjusted the coral rimmed glasses on her upturned nose.

Ricky was walking with purpose. His balls were practically churning. The gooey contents seemed to swirl and bubble within each fat egg. He imagined his hands grabbing her hips, bending her over the railing. His long dick plunging up into her wet soft folds, spraying his seed inside her, here in public, covered only by her sundress over his thrusting cock.

"Hey, it's quite a view, isn't it?" He said, trying to make his voice sound smooth and confident. He set his pickle on the railing.

She smiled at him. Then looked at him, puzzled. Her eyes refused to make eye contact, looking around him.

"You smell like poop!" she said.

Ricky’s face twisted into a frown. "That's not... what that is," he said. "It must be the food around here."

"No. It's coming from you. Did you poop yourself? It smells like you pooped yourself!"

People passing by snickered and snorted. Eyes turned toward him, the man who smelled so obviously of shit.

"Listen! I don't smell like shit!" Ricky said. He leaned close to her, too close, and she visibly stiffened up, pouting with concern.

"Let's find some place to be alone and I'll prove it to you," he whispered, but it came out more like a growl.

She tilted her neck to look around his head.

"Wait, is that girl topless?"

"Where?! Wherewherewhere?" Ricky panted, pulling away, turning his whole body in one whirling motion while his head turned right and left, hungrily scanning the crowd.

STTTTREEETTCHHH

The rubber noise and the sudden tightening of his speedo around his junk made Ricky bend over with discomfort and turn his head.

The woman had pulled back the waistband of his speedo far, far away from his ass. She was looking down at his butt crack with a mischievous smirk on her face. Ricky’s long, girthy, bumpy pickle had been confiscated and loaded into the stretched seat of his speedo like the swimsuit was a slingshot. The green rocket of doom was pointed right at the center of his exposed ass. The speedo and pickle, held in her fingertips, vibrated with tension, a taut, violent rubber band.

Everyone on the boardwalk had paused to watch, some with horror on their faces, others with sadistic glee, but all with anticipation for the woman to let loose the eight-inch-long thick monstrosity.

SNAPPP

The pickle was released! Shooting forward at impossible speeds it crash landed right into Ricky’s asshole and buried half its length deep in his rectum with a dry, loud, meaty SCCHHUNKK as he was sodomized by his own swimsuit.

“OOUGHHHH!!!” Ricky howled, moaned. His eyes were gigantic. His mouth a gasping O shape. He doubled over into a standing, semi-squat. He kept turning his head, looking in shock and horror at the pickle shoved up his ass. He could taste the pickle juices through his rectum, the walls of which were burning from the sudden violation. He could feel every bump and nub in the pickle’s surface. His asshole stretched around the girth of it, a new alien, burning, soul crushing feeling. His speedo had shifted from the rubbery snap. His dick and balls dangled free out of his leg hole. His dick was still hard, the stupid length of it was exposed to the crowd. Some of them were turning away in disgust but most were laughing and taking videos with their phones.

The woman crouched down to ogle at Ricky’s fat, full swinging balls between his legs, their release rejected yet again.

“Cute balls!” she said.

“fucckknnbbttchh,” Ricky grumbled. He tried to pull his speedo back in place while shuffling away. He stopped suddenly.

He bit his lip to stop moaning. The pickle shifted in his ass as he moved, pushed around by his legs and buttcheeks. Flaring, humiliating, shameful pleasure sparked from his sore and violated ass and spread up to his twisting belly and pulsing cock as he tried to move.

His face was bright red. His dick nearly vibrating, ready to explode.

Head down, he walked like a crab, gingerly, slowly, to try and find a restroom while ignoring the sadistic laughter all around him.

***

He decided not to jerk it in the restroom. It took willpower, but he decided he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he came after getting fucked in the ass by a pickle.

Ricky shuffled out of the men’s restrooms, one hand clutching at his hips. He felt sore in new places and in new, painful ways that didn’t feel all bad, but he tried not to think about that.

“Poor baby, you look like you’ve had quite a day,” a cooing voice said.

A gray-haired older woman stood in the doorway to the women’s restrooms. Her wrinkled face was curled into a pursed, teasing smirk. Her long, leathery, wrinkled, veiny fingers played with her shoulder-length bob.

Ricky recoiled for just a second, but then he noticed the front of her blue one-piece swimsuit. The fabric ballooned out, containing enormous boobs, the largest he had ever seen in real life. His face opened into a stupid, slack-jawed grin. He imagined submerging his body in her tits as he plowed through her, her legs curling around him into the sea of soft boobs.

“You could say that…”

Her hand curled around his dick and pulled him into the women’s restroom.

“Well, what are you waiting for?”

***

Ricky was tossed to the linoleum floor like a ragdoll. His ass and torso fell into the basin of the squat toilet. Clammy toilet water clung to him, and his body shuddered from colliding with the porcelain.

“Hey! No need to be so rough!”

“Shut up!” the gilf pushed him back down into the toilet. Her face curled with rising, ferocious hunger. Her clawed hand tugged the crotch of her swimsuit away from her pussy.

Ricky’s face lit up. She straddled his body with wiry skinny legs.

And then she turned around. Ricky’s face fell. The dark, rubbery, wavy folds of sixty year old pussy was inches from his face. Her mound was covered in matted, colorless, slimy hair. Her dark puckering asshole winked at him from bony, aged asscheeks.

Ricky, horrific flashbacks consuming his brain, struggled to get up, but a hand snared his junk, squeezing his balls in overgrown talons.

“OOOUWWWIIEE!!!” Ricky howled. His eyes crossed. His hips twisted to escape the horrible grip, but the fingernails bit into his testicles, finding both eggs in his ballsack through the speedo fabric.

The gilf slammed her pussy onto his face, muffling him, kissing his screaming lips with her rotten cunt lips. Her body, ass, and thighs pinned his face to the floor. Her slimy, bitter asshole rubbed across his nose as she mounted his face.

“Lick me, you beautiful boy!” she cooed. She grinded her hips, rubbing the sour, overripe taste of her soft folds across his screaming lips, her taste staining his flailing mouth and tongue.

“MMMPPHH!!!”” Ricky screamed. Her twisting hips mashed his face against her holes. Her pussy grew slick with each dominating back and forth gyration.

“I said lick!” she commanded. Her grip tightened on his poor nuts.

“MMMNN!!! MMPPHHNNGGNN!!!” Ricky buckled, but the gilf possessed impossible, shameless strength. Grimacing, his tongue ran across her, terrified, it felt the texture and shape of her outer lips, snagging on unkempt sweaty matted hair. Ricky gagged, but his trembling legs and captive balls forced his tongue inward, rapidly licking her clit, and then her wet entrance. Enveloped in the stench and stink of her holes, smothered by the rotten body heat of her ass, his trembling tongue probed her vagina, her pussy lips locked around his in a forced kiss. Her pussy moved with her hips, drawing away and pressing close, making out with his unwilling face.

The gilf’s toes curled. She rubbed at her massive tits with her free hand, groping herself through the fabric. Her eyes were half closed in bliss. She lifted her sopping wet folds away from his face for just a moment. Ricky, confused, felt his obedient tongue involuntarily reach out for her, extending.

Then the pussy descended with a wet, squishing slam. The gilf’s pussy, with horrible accuracy, swallowed Ricky’s tongue up into her vagina.

“MMggKKRRLLL!!!” Ricky screamed and gagged. His tongue was enveloped. Forced up through her, shoved up her warm, slimy, slick hole. Bitter, salty juices ran down his tongue from her unwashed pussy and into his mouth. The lips of his choking, struggling mouth flailed across her lips and clit, caressing them in a frenzy of horrified gasping movements.

“Ohhh that’s the spot…” the gilf sighed. She rode his tongue like a dildo, forcing his tongue to slide through her surfaces, the pulsing, tightening, texture of her walls rubbing and fighting the wriggling length of his tongue.

“AhhHh!” she gasped, squirt leaking out of her as she came suddenly, too soon, splattering against Ricky’s chin and neck and lips. But she kept riding, kept drowning the struggling muffled man in her stink and fluids because one orgasm wasn’t nearly enough.

***

Ricky rubbed his sore jaw. His eyes were tiny with hatred. His balls ached, numb, the ghostly fingernails of the gilf still jabbing at them. The full painful weight of his balls, begging for release, hung fat and heavy like horse testicles in his speedo.

The sun was low in the sky. His body flexed, tense and coiled. He walked down the stairs of the boardwalk, down to the shore.

A dog barked and he turned his head. A woman, tall and slender with long legs and wide triangular hips was wearing a pink string tied bikini and looking at her phone while her dog barked a few feet next to her. A big and muscular rottweiler, it tugged playfully at its leash tied to a post.

Ricky’s face curled into a sneer.

“Hey, baby! You about to head home!” his words were venomous, the veneer of charisma completely gone from his approach.

The woman looked up from her phone, confused. Her face twisted for a second with concern, but she tried to mask it with a smile. Her dog started barking, angrily, protectively.

“Hey,” she said. “Yeah, it’s getting late.”

Ricky was standing next to her in an instant. He grinned at her like a moray eel. The dog was barking louder, pulling at its leash with the full force of its muscular, rippling, squat body.

She moved backward toward her dog, but Ricky caught her wrist in his hand, squeezing it tight.

“OW! LET GO OF ME!” she screamed. The snarling, growling dog, its teeth bared lunged at the air, pulling at the leash again and again.

Ricky pushed her back against one of the large wooden poles supporting the boardwalk.

“Be quiet!” he hissed. “We’re just going to have some fun! Fucking in the sand under the pier, it’s romantic, right?”

His fingertips tugged at one of the knots holding her bikini bottoms together.

SNAP

The leash broke and the dog lunged forward, its fangs aiming for Ricky’s crotch. Ricky pulled away at the last second, the dog’s teeth miraculously only catching on his speedo and instantly ripping it to shreds.

“SHIT!!! NICE DOGGY! NICE DOGGY!” Ricky took off across the beach in a naked, terrified sprint. His erect cock flopped around wildly. His fat, swollen, blueish balls bobbed painfully in his sack. His naked ass flexed, and his limbs flailed at the air and sand with adrenaline speed.

The dog took after him, snarling and barking, the tiny ribbons of his speedo in its jaws.

Ricky was running with such impossible speed that he was outdistancing the rottweiler. That is, until his foot skidded on the loose sand, and he fell face first with a splat.

“Ouuu…” Ricky moaned. He was face down in the sand, and his ass stuck right up in the air. His ass and taint and dangling balls presented. His stupid dick hung down, pointed at the sand. He looked through his legs, seeing between them the dog.

It had paused, taking a moment to stare at Ricky’s everything, the entirety of Ricky’s naked private body. An excited, slobbering grin grew across its face and it rushed at Ricky’s ass.

“WAI-WA-WAIT!” Ricky screamed, recognizing the intention.

SSHUUNNCKK

“YEEEEOOOOWWWW!”

Ricky howled.

The bikini woman rushed up to the scene and gasped in shock. Behind her, the lifeguard from earlier in the afternoon was running down the boardwalk, alerted by the barking and screaming.

“OOWWWEEEII!!! GET THIS THING OUT OF MEEE!!!” Ricky squealed, his voice vibrating with each pounding movement.

“Benedict! Benedict! Heel!” the bikini woman commanded her dog, but without authority. She was too bug-eyed and stunned. Her face was bright red, flushed and warm. Her legs trembled, knees together.

A grin formed on the lifeguard’s face when she recognized Ricky under the dog. She held out her hand to stop the bikini woman’s attempts to control her horny dog.

“Let’s give them a minute,” she said.

“YOOWWEEEEIIIIEEEAAA!!!!”  Ricky howled.

The lifeguard snorted. The bikini woman subtly covered her crotch with her hand.

“NOO! NOT THERE YOU STUPID DOG! YOU’RE GOING TO MAKE ME-!!”

SSPPRRLLLTTT

“Oh my God,” the bikini woman gasped with airy breath. Her hands covered the spreading, stupid smile that involuntarily crept across her face.

The lifeguard laughed. “Wow, he’s been holding all that in for a while, huh? And look, he’s still going!”

SSSPPPRRLLLTTT

“OOUAAAIIEeGGHH!!”

Ricky’s moaning, pained screams of release echoed across the beach. In the sky, the sun peacefully began to set over the horizon.