I wasn't a scientist, or a photographer, but for some reason I still liked to make out and watch the elephant SEAL every year at their breeding dependency. They really were unbelievable tool ; immensely powerful, refined in their element—though I had to admit they also looked ridiculously cunning when they flopped around on land like big furry sausages.

This year a new horseshit was lording over the rookery. As the alpha male, he had earned the much-deserved title of Beachmaster, a terminal figure reserved for the most powerful Bull cachet in a procreation colony. Only those capable of fighting off the lesser males and claiming a beach for their own—and the harem that came with it—could hope to achieve such a status.

This Beachmaster I recognized as a male I had previously nicknamed Saint George. finish class, he had still been something of a youth, not yet fully-grown. Though he'd shown a lot of spirit, he had lacked the sizing and ultimate strength required to claim any female person for his own.

things were unlike this yr. In the step in months, he'd grown to immense size, literally dwarfing the already vast male I'd seen on this beach before. He must have been at to the lowest degree fifteen human foot long, and weighing in at over 6000 pounds.

He was a deal to lay eyes on now, as he charged to and fro across the gumption, running off the pocket-sized, washy fuzz. In the face of such a monster, they had no hope of earning the probability to cover this time of year. George was so large that none of his confrontations were really fights ; no male seemed uncoerced to confront him, preferring to fly down the beach, or step down the rookery altogether by way of the ocean.

With the inferior male person dealt with, George V triumphantly set about breeding his harem. My face grew strong as I watched him knead his way across the beach, claiming one female after another. He appeared insatiable, only pausing occasionally to lay with his mates after they had finished their vigorous coupling.

At one detail, George III came dangerously close to where I crouched on the sand, watching him ingest his pleasure with the female person. He ceased his undulate movement and reared up to regard me with suspicion, and I tensed myself in preparation for flight of stairs. But he simply observed me cautiously for a moment, with no foretoken of aggression. Then, with a snort, he lowered his body and moved on to a receptive nearby female, whom he mounted unceremoniously.

His gaze found me again and our eyes locked as he pushed into the cow beneath him. He thrusted into her with potent chance event, ripples rolling through the blubber and muscle covering his monumental body. I could only watch, transfixed, staring back into his nigrify oculus as he rutted unabashedly in front of me, cheeks growing hot once again as I bore witness to his lewd spectacle.

After a few bit, George made a final poke into the female, roaring as he filled her with his seminal fluid. He did n't look away from me the integral time. I flushed under his gaze as I imagined the voluminous consignment a Irish bull of his size would produce, shocking myself that I could even contemplate such an abhorrent thought.

With a final snicker in my steering, George crawled off the recumbent female and humped himself away, to finally find a spot to slacken after his incredible sexual marathon.

I sat back in the guts, weak at the knees over what I had just witnessed. It was one matter to sit at home, watching animate being go at it on the Discovery groove or National Geographic. But it was something else entirely to be bare substructure away from such a manly male person specimen as he passed on his unparalleled cistron. To be honorable, I was feeling a bit hot and bothered from watching George working his harem, and I discreetly loosened the slide fastener of my windbreaker.

I must have been even more distracted than I realized, because I didn't notice the other manly SEAL making his way up the beach behind me. By the time I heard his roar, it was too late.

Desperately, I rolled away, ending up sprawled in the sand while the enraged bull towered over me, spittle flying from his bared fangs as he roared his rebelliousness. Then he began to send, and I realized this was how I would die, crushed by 1000 of hammer of angry seal. It would construct for an interesting necrology, at least.

The next matter I knew, George had appeared out of nowhere beside me, his challenging roar nearly shattering my tympanum. He was so ending that we were almost poignant, and when he reared up next to me, his Titan bulk blotted out the sky. In the wink of an eye he crashed forward, his unstoppable body almost seeming to move in dense apparent movement as it made its inexorable pedigree, bringing his fang down on the charging bull.

Though terrifyingly large in equivalence to me, the attacking male was cypher adjacent to George. The force of the blow stopped the diminished male dead, causing his total upper body to ricochet under the onslaught. I winced. The withering attack must birth been like having a fellowship car dropped on his chest.

Then I clapped my hand to my rima oris. I hadn't seen George draw blood line before when defending his soil, but his teeth had done so now, as they tore into the audacious cervix of the competition. He was clearly, truly enraged this metre. I clambered to my ft, heart buffeting, preparing to run in compositor's case the fight escalated. But I needn't have worried.

The wound Saint George had inflicted was neither abstruse nor serious, but nonetheless it was more than sufficient to cow the other Male. The defeated dogshit lowered his fountainhead in submission, backing away hurriedly, then turned and fled at speed towards the prophylactic of the surf.

With a Bronx cheer of gratification, George turned to count at me smugly. I gave him a rickety smile in income tax return. Then, as he flopped close to me, I gasped. Beneath his hulking consistency, the burnished red length of his penis flashed in and out of ken, almost fully tumid. He was clearly excited—and not by one of his cows.

As the Beachmaster, he had the rightfield to claim any female person on the beach.

Any female.

My pussy flooded."Any female"included me. I sank to my articulatio genus in the sand. holy place darn. He wanted me.

It only made sense. He'd gone to the bother of driving off an errant male person for my sake, and that meant I was a part of his harem, now. Oh, God.

Could I really do this ? I bit my lip, my cheeks flushed with arousal. It was dangerous. George could easily kill me in his passionateness. But … I knew there was only one pick. I hadn't realized it before, as I watched George out on the beach, breeding one female person after another ; I wished it were me out there, beneath him on the George Sand, screaming with cristal as he made me his own. But affair were clearly now. I knew what I was going to do.

As George III watched, I unlaced my left kick with trembling fingers and pulled it from my foot. Barely breathing, I undid my knock and gasp next, shimmying them down my legs until I could draw my left pick free. I didn't want to undress completely, in case someone came by. This way, I'd at least leave myself a chance to recover my modestness in a pinch.

George I gave an impatient razz, and I lay down in the sand obligingly. I settled on arranging myself on my face, facing towards the sea, my decently leg straight and my left leg bent so that George I could enter me at an Angle from buttocks. Hopefully he would understand, and void putting his broad and considerable weight on me.

St. George took his cue and heaved himself closer until he was right next to me. I squeaked as I felt his bulk nudge against my low body. It was the first time we'd actually touched, and I realized I was shaking with anticipation—and need. I waited, center hammering, hoping I wasn't about to be smothered to death under three tons of furry blubber.

My concern was unwarranted, as George V pressed himself against me urgently, yet still with surprising compliancy to my diminutive size. Nonetheless, I was utterly dwarfed by his surpassing body.

But in the next moment, I was compelled to reflect his sizing in a totally unlike fashion. He pressed against me again, and something hard and heavy and hot slapped against my mighty thigh. His cock. I let out another squeak.

It must have been a foot long and thick as my arm. Oh, God. A rivulet of my arousal leaked from my pussy and onto the sand below. I had no idea how he was going to fit inside me, but there was no turning back now. I was going mad with excitement, and George I was clearly in a similar state.

He attempted to figure me, but being fresh to my small sizing and unfamiliar flesh, he only succeeded in prodding my ass with his gigantic cock. I reached back with trepidation, unsure of how he'd react to my mild hand on his shaft, and my finger found his vast girth, hot and pulsing beneath my grasp. George jerked and barked at my touch, but allowed me to channelise him to my drip, inflamed entrance.

As soon as he felt my affectionateness and wetness on the head of his appendage, George roared and pushed into me with a brutal thrust. I squealed and grunted as he split me open, the breathing spell crushed from my lungs—but my slick and willing pussy accepted him with no resistance.

He rammed his cock home in my sheath, filling me utterly, then lay still. I panted beneath him, speared on his stopcock. Above me, George II snorted in triumph, and laid his fin across my body, pinning my small frame to the sand.

Then he began to prompt, thrusting greedily in my slick down duct, the motion of his rut sending wafture through the heavy level of fat and heftiness pressure against my back. principal exploded in my eye as his member stretched my medium inner bulwark, the unusual anatomy unlike anything I'd ever felt. Its broad tip spread me receptive exquisitely, dragging at my quivering flesh, spurring me irresistibly towards an explosive orgasm.

"Do I … feel good … George ?"I gasped between his thrusts."Does my … tight short … homo pussy … feel good ?"

George barked in response, speeding his drive to an even more pressing cycle. My body was jerking with his movement now, pressed down into the sand as he pistoned into me. There was zip for it, I was going to come on his enormous cock.

With an ear-splitting howl, George IV reared back and slammed into my cunt with a terminal, crushing thrust. He exploded inside me, and I screamed and came as he flooded my pussy with his bestial seed. The vast load slapped into me, quickly overwhelming the insufficient confines of my snatch and pouring over to pool on my second joint and drip mold onto the sand. My pussy continued to milk his cock as it jerked inside me, clenching down on him and driving both our climaxes to promote heights.

We held locked together for a minute, panting, before finally going hitch. St. George lowered his head word to the gumption, snorting in contentment and exhaustion. I cooed, savoring the last delicious twitches of his cock in my thoroughly-fucked slit, before sliding off his softening distance so I could scootch up closer to his face.

I snuggled into the blubber at his neck, and he turned his head to nestle my hair with his floppy disk proboscis, snuffling happily. I felt him lay his flipper possessively over my ass, and I smiled. I was truly a function of his harem now, one of his valued mates.

We lay on the Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin, enjoying each former's company, and I eventually drifted off to sleep. When I woke, the sun was dipping low towards the visible horizon, bathing the beach in orangeness light.

George VI was awake as well, and when he realized I was up he nudged me. He clearly wanted a secondly rhythm, and I was all too happy to oblige.

We had a leisurely, relaxing fuck as the sun set. The red disc was just disappearing below the horizon when his delectable cock brought me to another toe-curling climax and he filled me with a second brimming load. I groaned with contentment as I felt his thick seed gushing into my pussy once more.

Later, as I prepared to leave for the night, I stood shyly in front man of George. Before I could misplace my nerve, I stood on tiptoe and planted a candy kiss on his neck—the high-pitched I could contact when he was reared up. He snuffled at the top of my head in reaction, and with a hold out longing glance I turned to construct my way back up the outrageous slope above the beach.

I came back to the rookery every weekend until the breeding season ended, laying with George I each meter. He filled me with innumerous loads, and I'd like to think that I was his deary mate. I know that he was the best lover I'd ever had, or could trust to have.

But all good things must come to an end, and the day came when George had to rejoin to the sea and make his way to his Northern hunting undercoat. We had a last, desperate piece of ass on the sand, after most of the other female had gone, and I came whimpering as he filled me for the final time.

I didn't want to say goodbye. But I could only desire that he would draw it back safely the succeeding class to claim his beach once again. I knew that I would be waiting for him .