The sun beat down like a relentless hammer on the crowded beach, turning the sand into a scorching carpet under my feet. I stepped off the bus, my skin already prickling with heat and that familiar ache between my legs.

At 18, with my blonde hair cascading over my shoulders and my body screaming for attention, big tits straining against any top I wore, and an ass that begged to be grabbed, I lived for days like this. I kicked off my shorts and tank top right there by the water’s edge, peeling down to my tiny red bikini.

The top was just two scraps of fabric barely covering my nipples, my heavy breasts spilling out the sides, and the bottoms? A thong that rode up my crack, leaving my cheeks fully exposed. Heads turned, eyes lingered, and I felt that rush, my pussy tingling as I sauntered toward the sea, loving how every step made my ass jiggle.

I grabbed the sunscreen from my bag, squeezing the cool lotion into my palms. Starting with my arms, I worked it up to my chest, rubbing slow circles over my tits, feeling my nipples harden under the slick touch. God, I was already wet, the heat making me throb. Down my flat stomach, over my hips, then I turned slightly, bending to coat my ass, fingers dipping teasingly close to where I craved friction.

A few guys nearby whistled, but I ignored them, focused on the pull of the ocean. The water looked inviting, waves lapping gently despite the sweltering air. I waded in, the warm sea swallowing my calves, then thighs, until it hit my waist. It was hotter than I expected, like bathwater, but it soothed the fire in my skin. I pushed deeper, floating a bit, letting the current tease my bikini bottoms.

That’s when he appeared.

A chubby guy in his forties, balding with a sweaty sheen on his dome, swimming up from the side. He looked out of place among the younger crowd, his gut protruding over his swim trunks, but there was something predatory in his eyes. He stopped close, too close, the water between us barely a ripple.

“Beware the white pointers, little girl,” he said, his voice low and gravelly, a smirk twisting his lips.

I blinked up at him, water lapping at my chest, pushing my tits higher. “You mean sharks?” I asked, my tone innocent, though my heart picked up a beat.

He was older, twice my age maybe, and that gap sent a forbidden thrill through me.

“No,” he murmured, drifting nearer, his body brushing mine under the surface. “The white pointers.”

His hand grazed my hip, subtle but firm, and then I felt it. Pressing against my thigh, hard and insistent. His cock. Huge, thick, like a steel rod straining through an opening in his swim trunks. It was pale, veined, poking right at me beneath the waves. My breath caught, surprised, yeah, but fuck, my body reacted instantly, pussy clenching with need. People were all around, splashing and laughing, oblivious, but this felt dangerous, exposed.

“What the fuck?” I said, but his free hand clamped my waist, pulling me flush against him.

The head of his massive dick nudged my bikini bottom aside, the fabric no match for his force. I gasped, the water hiding the press of him, but I felt every inch, long, girthy, throbbing hot against my pussy lips.

“Shh, just feel it,” he growled, his breath hot on my neck.

He was dominant, taking control as if he owned me, and part of me, the slutty part that craved this, didn’t push away. Before I could process, he thrust up, wedging that enormous cock right into my pussy. The stretch burned, my cuntal walls parting around his thickness, filling me so completely I saw stars. Water rushed in around us, but he didn’t care, pumping hard, the waves masking the slap of his hips against mine.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he grunted, one hand squeezing my ass, fingers digging into the spankable flesh I loved showing off.

I moaned, low and involuntary, my nails scraping his shoulders as he drove deeper, hitting spots that made my legs shake. It was rough, urgent, his age showing in the experienced way he claimed me, pounding without mercy. Anyone could glance over, see my flushed face, the way my tits bounced with each brutal thrust. My bikini top slipped, one nipple popping free, but I was too lost, the non-stop friction building that coil in my belly.

“You like that, don’t you? Little tease in your slutty bikini,” he whispered, biting my earlobe.

My surprise melted into raw want, the intimacy of his control making me wetter, even as the sea churned around us. He shifted, angling to grind against my clit, and I whimpered, clinging to him. Then, mid-thrust, I felt it, a warm gush inside me, mixing with the water. He was pissing, right there, flooding my pussy with his hot stream as he fucked me senseless.

The sensation was filthy, overwhelming, pushing me closer to the edge. It leaked out, warm trails swirling in the sea, but no one knew, and that secret made my heart race.

“Your cunt is now my urinal,” he moaned, his voice thick with dominance, cock swelling even bigger.

I was panting now, body on fire despite the water, every nerve alive. His hands roamed, one palming my tit, pinching the nipple hard enough to sting, the other holding me impaled on him. The waves crashed higher, hiding our rhythm, but I could feel eyes on us, maybe, the risk fueling my arousal. He wasn’t stopping, driving me toward that cliff, my naive curiosity shattered by this forceful claiming.

What if someone swam closer?

What if he took me harder?

I gasped sharply as he thrust deeper, his massive cock burying itself to the hilt inside my pussy, stretching me so wide I thought I’d split open. The burn was intense, a delicious ache that mixed with the salty sting of the sea water rushing in around us. His girth filled every inch of me, pressing against my walls, making my clit throb with each brutal push.

I was 18, barely legal, and naive as hell, but this older man, chubby, balding, twice my age, was owning me like I’d been his all along. The age gap hit me like a wave, forbidden and hot, his experience crushing any resistance I might’ve had.

‘Why am I so weak for old men?’ I wondered as I felt his thick cock pound my teen cunt.

My hands trembled as I reached down under the water, fingers wrapping around the base of his thick shaft where it plunged into me. God, it was so fucking huge, veins pulsing under my grip, slick with my juices and the remnants of his piss mixing in the current. I moaned, the sound bubbling up through the waves, low and desperate as he pounded into me harder.

Each slam of his hips rocked my body, my big tits bouncing free from the bikini top now, my nipples were stiff peaks cutting through the water. The roughness of it all, the way he didn’t ask, just took, sent a shiver of implied force through me, my pussy clenching tighter around him despite the surprise still lingering in my chest.

He fucked me hard and fast, relentless, the waves crashing over us to mask the wet slaps of his balls against my ass and my own choked gasps. No one around us splashing in the shallows could hear the obscene squelch of his cock driving in and out, coated in my arousal and that filthy warmth he’d unleashed inside me earlier.

The public thrill twisted in my gut, exposed yet hidden, my heart pounding with the fear of getting caught. But that risk only made me wetter, my stomach churning, shock melting into raw, needy surrender, the intimacy of the old man’s control wrapping around me like the sea itself.

His hands roamed greedily over my body, rough palms squeezing my tits, thumbs digging into the soft flesh until I whimpered. He pinched my nipples, twisting them sharply, the pain shooting straight to my core and making me grind down on his dick. Then his other hand slid to my ass, fingers spreading my cheeks under the water, exposing me even more to the open ocean. He slapped it hard, the crack muffled by the surf, but the sting blooming hot across my skin, marking me as his slut right there in public.

“That’s it, you little whore,” he growled low in my ear, his breath ragged, voice thick with that older-man authority that made my knees weak. “Take every inch of my fat old cock. You’re mine now.”

I cried out softly, the slap echoing in my bones, my spankable ass jiggling from the impact. Emotion flooded me, humiliation mixed with aching desire, the way he claimed me so publicly stirring something deep and slutty inside. The watersports kink lingered in my mind, that warm flood he’d pissed into my pussy still leaking out with each thrust, swirling around us in secret streams.

It was dirty, degrading, but fuck, it heightened everything, making me feel utterly possessed. My grip tightened on the old man’s shaft, stroking what I could as he hammered away, my moans turning into pleas.

“Harder ... Please, fuck me harder,” I begged, my voice breaking, drowning in his dominant, wet control.

I wanted more of that rough pleasure, the way his age and power overwhelmed me, turning my naive curiosity into full-blown addiction. He chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating through his chest against mine, and obliged, snapping his hips faster, his huge cock spearing me deeper. Water churned around our joined bodies, hiding the way my pussy lips stretched obscenely around him, gripping like a vice.

My free hand clawed at his back, nails digging into his sweaty skin, the chub of his belly pressing into my stomach with each plunge. I felt so full, so stretched, emotions swirling as intense as the sea, vulnerable yet alive, the non-consent edge sharpening the intimacy, making me crave his force even more. His hand slapped my ass again, harder this time, leaving a red handprint I knew would throb later, branding me under the bikini thong.

“Beg for it, girl,” he demanded, one hand fisting my blonde hair, yanking my head back to expose my throat. He nipped at my neck, teeth grazing, while his cock pistoned relentlessly, hitting that spot inside that made stars burst behind my eyes.

My body trembled, building toward release, but he wasn’t done. His dominance pulsed like his dick, controlling the pace, drawing out my desperation. I was lost in it, the mix of his piss-warmed cum threatening to spill and the raw stretch of his size pushing me to the brink.

“Please ... More, I need you to fuck me like your slut,” I moaned, my words tumbling out between gasps, the waves lapping higher as if urging him on.

His grip tightened on my tit, squeezing until it hurt so good, and I wondered how much rougher he’d get, how far this wet claiming would go before someone noticed.

His eyes darkened with that predatory gleam, the one that screamed his years of experience over my fresh-faced innocence, and before I could catch my breath, he wrapped a thick arm around my waist.

“Hold on, slut,” he snarled, his voice barely audible over the crashing surf.

With a sudden yank, he dragged me down under the waves, the world muffling into a blue-green haze as water rushed over my head. I gasped, bubbles exploding from my lips, but his huge cock slammed deeper inside my tight pussy at the exact moment, the force pinning me against him. The stretch burned fiercer now, his girth forcing my walls to yield, every inch of that fat, veined shaft claiming me in the depths.

At 18, I felt so small against his chubby, hairy frame, the age gap amplifying the wrongness, his dominance flooding me with a mix of fear and filthy thrill.

His hands gripped my tits and ass harder, fingers digging in like vices, bruising the soft flesh with rough power that made me arch in his hold. One palm crushed my breast, kneading the heavy mound until my nipple scraped against his calloused skin, sending jolts of pain-laced pleasure straight to my core. His other hand clamped onto my spankable ass, spreading the cheeks wide underwater, exposing my asshole to the swirling current.

He slapped it again, the impact vibrating through the water, marking me deeper, red welts blooming that I knew would pulse for days. The non-consent edge sharpened everything; he wasn’t asking, just taking, his forceful pull under the waves, leaving me no choice but to submit, my body betraying me with fresh gushes of arousal mixing with the salty sea and the lingering warmth of his earlier piss leaking from my stuffed pussy.

I moaned, the sound garbled and desperate as water filled my mouth, my lungs burning for air while his cock throbbed inside me. Soaked and helpless, I clung to his shoulders, nails scraping his balding scalp, but he wasn’t done. With a grunt that bubbled up around us, he shoved me lower, forcing my head down toward his groin.

His massive dick slipped free from my pussy with a wet pop, the sudden emptiness making me whimper, my cuntal walls clenching around nothing. But then he gripped my blonde hair, yanking hard, and rammed the head of his cock against my lips. “Suck it, girl. Take my fat cock down your throat,” he commanded, his voice distorted but commanding through the water.

I had no time to protest. The pressure of the old man’s hand pushed me forward, and his huge white pointer forced its way past my lips, stretching my jaw wide. Under the waves, I gagged as he thrust into my mouth, the salty tang of seawater mixing with the musky taste of his skin, my pussy juices, and that faint, acrid hint of his piss clinging to him.

It was degrading, the way he used my face like a fucktoy right there in the public shallows, bubbles trailing from my nose as I struggled to breathe around his girth. My tongue pressed flat against the underside of his shaft, feeling every pulsing vein, the sheer size making my cheeks bulge. Emotions crashed over me harder than the surf, humiliation at being forced like this, the implied violation twisting in my gut, but god, the intimacy of his control drowned out the panic, turning it into a desperate need. I was his now, this older man’s plaything, exposed in the most hidden way, the thrill of public sex spiking my pulse even as my vision blurred from lack of air.

His rough thrusts made me shiver, hips bucking to fuck my mouth deeper, the head of his cock battering the back of my throat. Each plunge sent shockwaves through me, my body trembling in the underwater heat, the sea’s warmth contrasting with the incredible rush around us. I hollowed my cheeks, sucking hard despite the burn in my lungs, my hands gripping his thick thighs for leverage.

The large penis overwhelmed me, too big for my small mouth, but I took it, slurping and gagging as water swirled in. Above us, muffled splashes from other swimmers teased the edge of awareness. Were they close? Could they sense the raw lust happening just below? That public edge made my clit ache, untouched but throbbing, my pussy clenching emptily, dripping more of his earlier piss-warmed load into the current.

We moved beneath the waves, raw and exposed in our twisted dance, his dominance drowning me completely. He pulled out of my mouth with a slick pop, bubbles exploding, and flipped me around like I weighed nothing, his chubby belly pressing into my back. One hand snaked between my legs, fingers roughly shoving into my soaked pussy, stirring the mess inside, my cream, sea water, his piss, all blending into a filthy slurry.