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I considered struggling but what was the point? I had nowhere to run to while the tide was up and he would easily catch me anyway. I had no way of incapacitating him either. Even kicking him in the balls would probably have just made him angrier. But I had no chance to do anything anyway. Before I knew what was happening, his back leg seemed to reach up towards my groin and, in one rough move, the claws of his foot grabbed the waist of my briefs and ripped them from my body, yanking my backside off the ground, only to fall back again with a thump as my briefs vanished into the night. I still had one leg awkwardly trapped inside my shorts but I was otherwise exposed, my nakedness vulnerable and powerless. He flipped me over with a swipe of one hand and sand sprayed everywhere as he grabbed my waist and yanked me up onto my knees and towards his groin. And then I felt his hairy, sweaty body astride my buttocks and that weapon between my thighs, lifting my own shrivelled cock and balls with his tool, rigid and curving amateur beneath my body and cupping my testicles, as he crouched astride behind me, my arse clasped between his powerful deformed thighs. For just a moment, he seemed to pull away but I knew that he was just lining-up for his brutal attack. True enough, I felt the wetness of his dripping organ against my perineum a second before he thrust forward with a grunt and pierced my sphincter like a sword, entering me in one lunge. Pain exploded from my insides, through my body and seemed to burst from the top of my chest, as masturbation I let out a cry, a scream almost. But that wasn’t enough for him. He teen pulled out, only to ram himself home again in another lunge forward into my body. “Argh!” he grunted, and withdrew again, only to pierce me once again. I would have fallen forward under the power of his thrusts and the weight of his body hitting my buttocks, but for his hands, his “claws”, either side of my waist holding me firm in front of him. “Now, Bitch!” he spat into the back of my neck. His gruff, growling voice masturbating now took on a vicious irony, “This is where you get what’s coming to you!” The tears welled-up in my eyes as the sweat poured from my body in the cool night air as he kept up his relentless thrusting and ramming into me. All the while, it felt like his penis was getting larger and harder with every thrust and while my own frightened balls had retreated as far inside my body as they could, my limpness was now strangely developing into a semi-erection. Something else inside me was growing harder too. With each entry, my prostate was being bashed, pressed and generally battered into producing nature’s man-fluid against its will. My insides ached as the pain, at first sharp and piercing, now became a dull, painful throbbing inside the depths of my anus. I cried out in agony as I felt my insides involuntarily clench his tool, as my prostate was violently and forcibly milked. It was like a fire had been lit inside me as the jism began building-up somewhere between my prostate and my cock. And in the midst of this, I felt something wet and warm, dribbling down the insides of my thighs. Meanwhile, his brutal thrusting had given way to a kind of wriggling and twisting, as his grotesquely deformed manhood, or animalhood, seemed to grow still larger and firmer within me, delving it seemed, ever deeper towards my intestines. When my orgasm came, it was a relief, as my burning insides involuntarily went into spasm, clenching and unclenching his swollen tool, as my semen finally escaped from my body in one long, draw-out, dribbling spurt from my semi-erect tool, onto the sand below. The clenching of my orgasm seemed to throw him over the edge, his tool now embedded and locked into me like that of a dog. He let out a long howl into the night air, as he came into me, the hotness of his semen filling my bruised insides, as gush after gush spurted deep into my body, filling every space, every hidden cavity inside me, until he was fully spent. As he let go his grasp of my sides, I staggered forward on all-fours, collapsing on the sand, as his petite still swollen tool was ripped from my rear and I heard him turn and race off down the beach and into the water. Lifting his head with her finger, Hera stared into his eyes, "I can and have, forgiven you many things brother. She would’ve fought. It looked like masturbating all the others, but as I squinted my eyes, I realized it had a door. His strong and petite insistent tongue soon found its amateur way inside Melissa’s gasping mouth. Her father was in a good mood, although a little teen tired. I knew I wouldn’t get a chance to fuck her for real, so I figured I’d fuck her this way. If she walks out now, our agreement crumbles and you owe me the full amount." I risked turning my head slightly so I could see tracy. When she parked in the lot she sat there for a minute thinking about how her life had changed in just a few days. James let out a sigh of relief and was about to turn back around when he spotted two figures still standing in the fire. I grabbed Aunt Margie's fat tits and fucked her ass with all my strength left in me. The seat was rocking roughly to the point of almost tipping over. “Damn, our daughter is tight,” Sean groaned, staring at me. He grabbed my hips, gripping me as he fucked into her. She saw me and froze with her arms held straight out gripping the towel and her body on full display. A...” I couldn't bring myself to say the word aloud. It was the guy she met at the party. "Well we are masturbation both awake now and I have not gotten off yet," replied Newlyn as he started slowly pumping into his sister. David said he is really worked up, I never planned for this but I suppose it would happen sooner or later. I let him slip from my mouth but not from my grasp.