fun on the beach (futa/m)

Story by MelonCat

I have no idea if this is actually any good or not. I wrote it in only a few hours, and its a lil' bit (more like a lot) word-barfy cause I'm tired. I didn't even bother to give them names.

But! This all came about because I thought the avatar I made on another site was super duper cute. And the only thing that could make him cuter was to get him totally wrecked by a massive futa cock. And since I was writing this for myself firstly, I included all of my favorite kinks!

Inside you will find spanking, size-difference, gut stretching, puking up cum, and rough sex. If any of these things turn you off, then I would suggest finding something your boner likes better. Also, be sure to hoist your disbelief up nice and high for this one.

(also, I might use this as something of an rp ad. As this is usually the kind of thing I super like to rp.)

fun on the beach the ocean waves crashing on the beach was loud. Louder than he expected. A cooling breeze ruffled his pale hair, and lifted the skirt of the woman standing over him. The bulge in her panties was even more obvious, especially as it kept getting bigger as her cock got harder and harder.

“What would your mama say? If she saw her little boy going up and down the beach, trying to lure in dirty women with his tight ass?” She cocked her head, dark hair falling across her shoulders in tangled waves. His stomach did a flip, and he could feel himself start to blush.

“She...Sh-she’d prolly s-spank...me…” He finished in a squeak, fidgeting and picking at the edge of his sweater.

“Would she.” The woman’s eye brow’s rose, and her full lips stretched into a lecherous smile. She had the Look to her now, and it made him swallow thickly. His little cock was already hard as a nail in his white shorts. “But she’s not here.” The woman made a show of looking around, lifting one hand to shade her eyes from the sun as she peered up and down the beach. It was completely deserted, leaving just the two of them in the shallow pool of shade cast by a palm tree.

“Guess I’ll have to fill in for her.” Her words made him smile. He just couldn’t help it, and clapped both hands over his mouth to try and hide it. She didn’t make him wait long, at least. Her hand was firm as she grabbed his shoulder and pushed him down, rolling him quickly into his stomach. He put up a token fight, since both of them got off on it.

“N-noooo! Please don’t! I promise I’ll be a good boy!” He wiggled and squirmed in her grasp as she ripped down his shorts, popping the button right off, in the process.

“You’re no good boy!” She growled. Her free hand groped hard at his exposed bottom, her fingers sinking into the soft, light blue flesh. “You’re a little slut!” Her hand drew back, and came down with a crack. He yelped, tears already springing to his eyes as the heated tingling began to really sink in.

She didn’t go easy on him, sparing no strength in her swats. She made his round little ass bounce under her palm, paying special attention to the sensitive undercurve of his cheeks. His tears were not faked as his bottom went from blue to glowing purple.

When she finally stopped, bringing her hand down in one last, resounding ‘twack’, her touch lingered, as she stroked his thoroughly punished bottom.

“Are you really sorry now?” Her tone was like dark honey. Sweet but menacing. “If you lie, I’ll know!”

“N-no! ‘m really really -hic- sorry! ‘m no’lying!” His words all slurred together around the tears, and he sniffled wetly. Her hand wandered further down, in between his legs, which he opened eagerly for her.

“Tsk! Yes you are! Look how hard your clit is, you little whore!” Even as her warm hand closed too tightly around his cock and balls, she sounded more pleased than angry. He keened as she squeezed his genitals, pulling them back and up so that his beaten ass was raised in supplication. His knees dug into the sand and his toes curled.

“Aaah! I’m s-sorry! I can’t h-help it!” He dared a peek over his shoulder. She was still smiling, and her other hand was stroking her own pulsing dick. It was, in a word, huge. Bigger around than he could hold with one hand, and so long that his stomach did another flip of anticipation.

She saw him looking and grinned, turning her hips so she could smack the fat tip against his cheek. It stung a little bit, and

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