Emma and Anna rushed onto the empty beach. The sun was only an inch or two above the horizon. Their feet skimmed the hard sand. “Last one in...” Emma called, and she burst ahead, a lead of barely half a step, when Anna’s hand smacked her butt. Emma’s shriek sounded above the surf. “Oh, you’re going to pay for that,” she said. “Oh yeah!” Anna retorted, and she grabbed Emma’s ass again, pinching this time. Emma shrieked again and did a little leap into the air. “Hey, ballet girl,” Anna said. Emma turned to get even and Anna rushed past, on into the sunset waves.

Anna and Emma had to wade way way out before the water was to their waists. Their feet sank into the soft sea sand. Mild waves slapped and spanked, and Emma and Anna hugged to keep from being tumbled over.

“This is so nice,” Emma declared.

“Isn’t it though,” Anna agreed. “Just watch out for rip tides and jellyfish and the dreaded penis-nosed porpoise.”

Emma laughed. “You’re so funny.”

It was then a penis-nosed porpoise nudged Emma pubis. “Oh!” Emma yelped.

“What is it? A rip tide? A jellyfish? A penis-nosed porpoise?”

“It’s ... it’s...” Emma sputtered, for the penis-nosed porpoise has found the apex of her clitoris. The intruder willowed Emma clit side to side and then dipped under, forcing Emma to her toes.

“Oh oh,” Emma moaned. “Anna. Anna, I think it’s going to ... going to...”

“I think it’s going to fuck you,” Anna said, and sure enough, the porpoise nosed its way between Emma’s labia and into the slippery cove of her cunt.

“Oh, Anna,” Emma groaned, and the porpoise pumped and pumped and Emma groaned again, a wordless gasp of a groan, and then she came, her cunt clenching the porpoise snout, several sharp contractions, and Emma let the waves take her, where she didn’t know, and then she was standing again, in Anna’s arms. They were hugging. Kissing. Hugging. Kissing and hugging.

“Oh, Anna,” Emma said at last. “The porpoise. Where did it go?”

Anna laughed. “Oh my love,” she said, “I think your orgasm ate him.”