Things had been rough ever since my girlfriend Jenna dumped me for some douche-bag she met online.
When she told me about him, I was more hurt than I was furious. While I wanted to hunt him down and kill him, I just sat in my room and asked myself why. Why me?
I decided that a trip to the beach would probably calm my nerves.
Silver Coast Beach was a small little beach. At the most, only about forty to seventy people were known to gather there. But there had been cases where there were hundreds, but this of course was quite rare.
"Screw Jenna!" I yelled out to myself.
I still regretted how I broke my favorite fairy statue and my favorite gaming system, in a fit of rage that slowly came days later after she told me.
I could get a new PS2, but that statue, I couldn't find an identical one anywhere.
That bitch.
I walked over towards my black, wooden dresser and pulled out a pair of blue and green swimming trunks with a palm tree design.
I headed into the bathroom and grabbed a long, white beach towel and a bottle of suntan lotion.
With everything I need in tow; I stripped down and put on the trunks, pulling them up my knees.
I had been feeling some discomfort between my legs since Jenna broke up with me.
It was probably because I hadn't had any sexual intercourse for so long.
I needed to get a girl in bed, but then I didn't want to be one of 'those guys' who fucks a girl and then that's it.
I bit my lip; trying to ignore the stirring in my trunks and just walked away.
My mom and dad were in the kitchen.
I tried not to let my mother notice the desperation that wouldn't cease inside my trunks; sticking straight up stiff, so I kept my back to her.
My mother was 42. She still looked fairly youthful, despite her skin no longer being as elastic and healthy as a teenager or twenty year old, she was still 'hot'.
"Off to the beach, honey?"
Asked my mother. She pushed a few short strands of red hair from her face, and her pink lips formed a smile.
"Yes, ma'am." I politely answered.
"Have fun." She joyfully said.
As I was about to leave, my mother called out from behind me and halted my approach to the bland, brown wooden door.
"Give me a hug before you leave. You seem to be forgetting a lot lately about that."
I never quite grew out if hugging my mother before I left the house.
But with the stuff Jenna pulled, it had my mind on her, and less on the people who really counted.
I froze in place.
My mother turned me around; wrapping her slender arms around me and hugged me tight.
My erection poked right into her stomach. Her eyes grew in width, and her cheeks went red.
She probably felt my hard dick pushing against her.
She pulled away, and gazed between my legs; staring awkwardly before turning away with the reddest of cheeks.
"Be careful. I love you."
"I love you too, mom."
I walked towards the wooden door and unlocked it.
Then I unlocks a second door, which was an old screen door.
I walked out to my 1997 Ford pickup, unlocked it, got inside. started it up, and hit the road.
My wood subsided until it went flaccid again, and I sighed in relief.
My 24th birthday was just yesterday and already my happy moments had faded.
Silver Coast Beach was a few miles away. It'd at the most it'd take me two hours to get there.
I ended up getting hungry and stopped at a local burger joint. It wasn't a big brand place, and the name wasn't that catching, and I estimated only a few people worked there.
"Cindy, you totally need to dump Brad. I'm telling you, that guy is no good for you. I'm telling you, all he ever does is cheat."
A conversation was taking place from one of the seats. On a red table with four booth stools, two women were conversing.
The one initiating the conversation was a brunette.
The other was a redhead with the same shade of hair as my mother.
The redhead was very busty, and her cleavage was quite generous, especially with her leaning down on the table on her elbows; they just hung out.
I felt my raging boner return as I stared at her breasts, but then turned around at upon being asked my order.
I needed to get laid.
I couldn't take this awful pain in my balls.
They ached so bad.
I was getting to the point I didn't care about morality anymore.
I would kill, for just one, ONE, one night stand.
"Yes," I turned to face the man. He had hazel eyes, black hair, and was dressed in red, with a red cap.*
"I'll take a large double cheeseburger with a large side of fries and a medium Diet Coke."
"Do you want any tomatoes or pickles on that?" He asked."
"No, thank you." I returned.
"I'll call you when your order's ready."
With that, I walked away and sat down.
I watched the busty redhead and her slightly smaller brunette friend, but tried not to stare.
That'd be weird and creepy.
"He's probably out there sticking his cock in some girl's stretched out hole. You're better off without him."
I had to get my painful dick out of my mind.
I needed to give someone a good pounding. It was too much.
Damn that she-devil.
The two girls got up.
They left.
I was kicking myself for not approaching the chesty redhead, but it was too late now.
After I got my food, I left.
It was in a plain paper bag, ridden with grease at the bottom.
I knew this would be a good burger based off how greasy it was.
I sat in my truck and ate my plain, burger with cheese, and golden French fries.
The fries were drizzled with Cajun seasoning, giving them a taste that reminded me of Popeyes Chicken fries, despite them looking more like McDonald's fries.
The thought crossed my mind to call my ex, ex girlfriend, Torrie Ashford. Maybe I could convince her to help me relieve some 'tension.'
"Yeah, right," I laughed dryly to myself, nearly choking on cheese. "How pathetic world that be? Screw my ex. I'd look real desperate."
That idea was out of the question.
Shoving a French fry greedily into my ready burger-filled mouth, I shook my head and reached for my Diet Coke, which was in a plain, white styrofoam cup, and drank out of the bendable white straw.
"I feel like my dick's going to blow up." I whined in a pitiful, weak tone.
Once I devoured my food, I continued on to the beach.
I arrived about six o'clock.
I should have known going to the beach wouldn't help with my raging boners.
After I parked my car in the parking lot and grabbed my towel, putting on my sunscreen, I headed to the beach, but stopped when I had a FaceTime request by Jenna.
"Sure," my tone was angry, "why not."
When it came up, much to my displeasure, was the image of Jenna riding Jackson'.
"Oh! Oh! Yeah! Big fucking cock, fucking my tight asshole!"
I scrutinized my nose; my eyebrows forming a crease.
She was in the reverse cowgirl position. So of course I saw her tits flapping up and down on her chest.
I felt disgusted by the wet smacks of skin on skin.
"Oh, David," her voice was horse, "you enjoying what you see? He's fucking my ass real good.
Too bad you're not the one getting to ravage me. Oooh, yeah! Fucking SHIT!"
She grabbed her own breasts; rubbing the nipples of her 33 Cs.
I ended the chat.
I didn't realize it, but people had been staring at me.
They were no doubt about it, hearing the sounds of loud sex from my phone.
As I walked to the beach sands, I found that there was a lot if girls (duh).
Most were in bikinis. I ignored this the best I could.
When I finally found a spot on the white sand beach, I lay my towel down.
Looking to my left, I saw a black haired girl with hair that touched her ears. She was wearing barely anything.
A micro bikini and a top that only covered her nipples.
This was becoming too much.
I enjoyed myself while everyone was around.
Swimming and dipping my short black hair in the water while gazing around with my dark brown eyes, took my mind off Jenna and being so horny.
The beach was cleared at 9: 00. But I wasn't ready to leave. I acted like I was leaving, but snuck back in.
I couldn't take it anymore.
"This is killing me!" I growled in exasperation. I reached my hand down and dragged my trunks off, grasping my rock-hard dick that just wouldn't stay gone.
Of course the thought of seeing Jenna's tits shake uncontrollably like jello on FaceTime didn't exactly ease my problem.
I bit my lip as I rubbed my hard tool. I wasn't even worried about chafing. Jenna would always spit on it before stroking it.
But I didn't care. I just needed relief.
Stroking my prick just wasn't the same as real sex. I sighed.
Even fantasizing about the redhead and blowing my blazing hot load all over the white sand didn't help. I was still just as hard as ever.
"What did I ever do to deserve this?" I asked myself out loud. I heard my own tone drop to one of helplessness and despair.
As I lay back in the sand overcome by depression and desperation, I heard something coming from the water.
I lifted my upper body up, gazing out into the sea, seeing a small wave splash onto the shore.
My eyes went wide when I saw a hand clenching the ivory sand, taking in a handful.
The hand wasn't human.
I panicked at this.
It was was a deep blue color like a blue shark, with clawed fingernails that were sharp enough that they looked like they could double as mini daggers. It also pectoral fins connected to the elbows.
The skin didn't even look like skin. It looked like...Shark hide.
I then saw another hand just like the first. Soon I saw the rest of the sea person's body.
There was clawed feet, with toenail claws the same small height, but nonetheless deadly looking. The feet and legs were the same deep blue as the hands and arms.
There was also pectoral fins behind its ankles.
There was nothing between the legs, where genitals obviously should have been. Completely crotch less.
Gazing up, I realized the strange creature was female.
A pair of proud and juicy 37 DD tits hung off its chest, with big nipples, but the breasts were still just the same deep blue as everywhere else, while the nipples were white.
The creature was completely hairless and a big dorsal fin the same size of her head, was in the place of where hair should have been.
She was 5'8, two inches shorter than me.
She also had somewhat of a muscular physique, like a GYM girl.
I admired her feminine biceps, triceps and shoulders. They were just the right size without being 'manly', but still noticeable.