Chloe Toys with A Boy at the Beach

Chloe Toys with A Boy at the Beach  

--Contains non-consensual ballbusting--  

  

  

I lathered my sun-tan lotion under my blue bikini top. My perfect nipples stare back at me through the somewhat translucent material. Today was the perfect day.  

Not a cloud in the blue sky, no wind, not even a single person was on the beach! Lockdown had been a bitch on my skin, as well as my social life. All my high school friends were too afraid to come to the beach with me, that, or they were too busy fucking up their boyfriends.  

I sighed, imagining what it would be like to have a boy all to myself.  

I’d seen the types of interactions my girlfriends had had at school, how they would use their bodies to bend boys, curling them up with their fingers.   

I twirled my long blond hair, wiping sand from it. My small towel was barely big enough to cover my backside.   

I had it all. Round breasts larger than my white hands, a toned stomach, flat enough to rest a wine glass on it. My shaved pussy accentuated my wide hips and thighs. While I hadn’t tried in a while, I could probably still crush a watermelon between them.   

Yet, with all I had, I hadn’t been able to land me anything worth keeping. I closed my eyes, trying to relax. At some point, I slipped off my bikini top, letting my magnificents have a breath of fresh air. Not long after, I myself slipped away, the calming waves crashing at the lip of the hot sand.   

It must have been sometime then, something within changed. I awoke with my hand over my slit, rubbing it with my middle finger.   

“Fuck. I’m horny.” I said, sitting up.  

That was when I realized my top had been undone. Quickly, I covered my breasts, my hands being sucked up into my fleshy substance. Not seeing anyone on the beach, I sighed a breath of relief.   

What did it matter to me anyways? Someone seeing my tits? I couldn’t blame anyone for sneaking a peak back when school was in session. Especially when I would purposefully give someone a helping.   

I rubbed my hands over my breasts again. They were dry. Staying on the safe side, I squirted out several more globs of oil into my hand, then redistributed it along my slender frame.  

It was then that I saw a lone boy, bobbing in the waves. His hair was long, brown, and scraggly; a classic quarantine cut. His pale skin also led me to the same conclusion. I couldn’t believe it! His skin was whiter than mine! At certain angles, it was blinding, the hot sun reflecting off it.   

I scour the beach for others. Was his mom around or something? Why was this pudgy child running in the waves all by himself?   

I smiled, fastening my bra. All my girlfriends viewed me as an opportunist. And while none were with me, I wasn’t going to prove any of them wrong.  

 I looked around the flat and empty beach, making sure there really was no one else. With confidence, I walk to my prey, licking my lips.   

The boy took longer to notice me than I would have liked, I found. His expression was absolutely priceless, his curious eyes falling right between my bikini top, where the string was. I giggled, wiggling my toes as the lapping warm water rushed past them.   

“Hey there little man, where’s your mommy?” I said, encroaching within 6-feet of the boy.  

He took several steps back. Did he fear me? The closer I stepped, the further he backed, until only his shoulders and head poked above the swelling waves. He was much shorter than me, his head only slightly above the top of my breasts. I asked again, but worded myself slightly different.  

“What’s a handsome man doing all by himself, huh?” I said, tracing my finger along the taunt string suspending my left tit.  

“I wanted to come to the beach.” He stammered.  

His voice was way too cute! Under the lapping waves, I pressed my free hand into the triangle fabric covering my smooth crotch.  

“Oh? Do your parents know? Shouldn’t you be locked up in your house?” I tease, darting my blue eyes to where I expected his crotch to be.  

“No! I came out on my own. I wanted to see the beach again.” He stuttered. Red faced, he looked down, the fact that he had been staring at my tits catching up with him.  

“How old are you?” I ask.   

His answer, no matter what it was, would be irrelevant. No number would stop what I was about to do to him.  

“None of your business!” He blushed.  

“Fair enough. What about your name? Can you tell me that?”  

“You're not going to get me in trouble, are you?” He asked.  

I laughed outright.  

“Of course not. Here, I’ll give you mine. It's Chloe. Nice to meet you.”  

I took another step forward, my belly button thrusting into a swell.  

“Well, I’m still not telling you.” he pouted.  

“That’s fine.” I giggle, sticking my foot out.  

The boy’s reaction was perfect. His eyes widened, feeling my foot on the tip of his erect cock.  

“Oh? What's this thing?” I gasp, wiggling my toes on the taunt fabric.   

Under the waves, my invasive foot found his crotch, and judging by his member, he was enjoying its presence.   

“What are you doing, Chloe?” He whimpered.  

“Come here.” I commanded.  

The boy obeyed me. The closer he came, the hotter I got. I grabbed him once he was in arms reach.   

He let out a high squeal, trying to pry my intrusive hand off his balls.   

“Shut up.” I grunt, wrapping my body behind him. My tits rubbed against the back of his head, as I wrapped one of my long legs around his, like a grape vine. I planted my foot deep into the sand, using my other knee to spread his legs.   

My back was to the waves, each one knocking my tits into him. It must have felt really good, I thought, having my mature body lap against him with the current.   

I tightened my fist, crushing the adrenaline out of his testicles. He cried out again.  

“Shut up.” I commanded, lifting him up by the balls. The saline water aided me, as well as him. I was certain without it I would have ripped his balls off.   

I also tightened my arm pressing him into my toned body. I had complete control.  

“Stop, you’re crushing my balls!” he whimpered, still trying to pry my fingers off.   

“Oh, stop being a baby. I’m barely squeezing you, see?”  

I thought I illustrated my point well.  

The instant I gave his testicles serious pressure he began to cry harder and louder, tears leaking out. I felt his sack scrunch up in my hand, his testicles quivering as my fingers bared down onto them. I stopped; afraid he would pass out.  

“See? I can squeeze hard!” I grinned, loosening my grip, but not too much.  

“Why are you doing this to me?”  

“You’ve been very naughty.” I grinned, clicking my tongue. I lean him back slightly, alleviating his nut cords slightly, allowing his body to rest on mine.  

“Chloe please, I won’t be naughty anymore.” He said, lip quivering.  

“I believe you. However...”  

I bit my lower lip, trying to figure out the logistics of my sadistic plan.  

“I never said that I wouldn’t be naughty.”  

His world exploded in pain, his overly sensitive nuts attacked at nearly every angle, my palm crushing them.   

“Think I can get these things to fuse together?” I laughed.  

I pulsed my fingers rapidly, constantly compressing his ball sack, treating it as nothing more than a stress ball.   

His cock had gone completely flaccid, the pain too much for his little dick to power through.   

“Aww, not having any more fun? Let me help.” I said.  

My hand shot down his red trunks, firmly grasping his entire package.   

“You’re surprisingly cold down here.”  

“Stop it Chloe.” he begged again.  

“You’re just encouraging me.” I giggle, biting my tongue. I taste a spray of saltwater as a swell before us breaks.  

I hunker down on his cherries again, savoring every bit of the flesh within my jaws of death.   

I toyed with him for minutes, releasing pressure whenever he would reach the edge of unconsciousness.   

“Chloe, please stop.” He choked.  

His arms were limp and to his sides. He had completely given up, perhaps he thought playing dead would save him.  

“You may not realize it, but testicles are extremely durable.” I said, bearing down on them again. He groaned. “Well, the pain is all the same, so I guess it doesn’t matter to you.”  

I scan the yellow shoreline, looking out for bystanders. Even if there were people, the swells would have masked my indecent act from most.   

“Drop your trunks.” I commanded.  

“What?”  

“Drop your trunks.” I hiss, squeezing his nuts.  

I didn’t need to tell him a third time. The little boy pulled them off, exposing his shriveled nuts to the empty beach.  

“Oh! Look how red they are! Did I do that all by myself? Or do they always look that way?” I asked.  

The boy wasn’t looking, his head tilted back.  

“Hey. I said look.”  

The moment he looked through the silty saltwater, I squeezed. He cried out, watching my fist crush his balls.  

“Oh, that one was actually mean. Let me help the pain go away.” I cooed.  

I released his plums from my fist, offering a helping hand to his limp dick. As I expected, it grew, until it was half the size of my palm.  

“Aw, that’s too bad. Hopefully you still have some time to grow. And don’t even think about blaming the water, or me.”  

I tighten my thumb and index around his thin penis, rubbing it underwater. As expected, he squeaked and groaned, unable to repress any of the pleasure.  

“Just let me do this.” I said.   

It was surprisingly difficult to jerk him off. The waves behind me constantly disrupted my rhythm. It also didn’t help that I wasn’t given much to work with.   

Despite it all, it was clear that he enjoyed it. His baby eel wiggled between my fingers, slime coming from its mouth.   

“Are you close?” I ask, then chuckle. “Do you even know what that means?”  

“I’m close, Chloe.” he said.  

His response intrigued me.  

“I bet you watch a lot of porn. I can’t blame you. Being in lockdown all this time, having no contact can drive someone crazy. I feel that.”  

“I’m going to blow!” He screamed.   

I released my hand, bringing it down to his red nuts. I tightened my grip again, pressing his testicles together. He cried more, rapidly thrusting his penis head into the swelling water.   

Thinking quick, I buck my hips up, lifting his short cock into the air. I smiled, successful.   

“Please! Stroke me!” He moaned.  

I admired my handiwork, watching his dick bounce up and down. I hadn’t given him enough stimulus to cum.  

“So, you do want me to touch you?” I smile, crushing his testicles.  

“Yes. No. Yes.” He said, unable to make up his mind.  

“I’ll touch you, sure.” I giggle, pulling his testicles down to the water. He groaned aloud again.  

“I’ll give you a present as well.” I said.  

I removed my hand from his chest, leaving his testicles in my other. Slowly, I unfastened the string of my bikini bottom.   

“Hold still.” I commanded.  

I wrapped the blue string around the base of his genitals, making it uncomfortably tight.   

“You ever seen a pussy in real life before?” I teased, wrapping the string around his tight genitals again.  

“No Chloe.” He whimpered.   

For fun, testing his new restraint, I squeezed his straining testicles, feeling up his epididymis through the taunt skin.  

“My balls feel like they’re about to burst!” He cried.   

“You better cum quickly then, it will never be the same after I take these things from you. Go on, I give you permission to touch yourself.” I said.  

The boy began to stroke again, using two of his fingers. I wasn’t sure if it was because he wanted to avoid my hand, or if that’s how he usually did it. Either way, it was pathetic.  

I released his balls. Before he could take any agency to run or cover up, I thrust my other hand between his legs, the pit of my forearm cleaving his ass in half. I gripped his sack with my hand, pulling it lower and lower.   

Fully at my mercy, he squatted down, his head barely above the water. Still furiously stroking, I could feel his red, sore nuts trying to recede. My iron grip would never allow it. I pulled further and further, forcing his knees onto the wet, silty sand.   

“Finish up already. Your testicles are beginning to bore me.” I huff, lying through my teeth.  

This was the most fun I had had in months! As much as I didn’t want it to end, I knew I couldn’t stick around.  

“Come on. Shoot your load into the sea, release it all like it’s your last.” I bit.  

The boy obeyed, his ass tensing around my forearm as he released his load. I let out a small grunt, bringing my fingers around his tight nuts again, crushing his balls at climax. His stringy cum floated up to the surface, rolling away with the tide. Completely out of breath, he almost passed out.  

I caught him, squeezing him close to my body. I prodded at his purpling sack, making sure his contents hadn’t been turned to brine.   

I looked at my floating bikini. One of the strings was still tightly wrapped around his genitals.   

I took the other end and wrapped it around his plump sack, tying a bow when the material ran scarce.  

“You know what. Your dick looks cuter wrapped up like this.” I giggled, tapping his purple sack.  

Finished with my prey, I saunter off, the waves lapping at my smooth crotch. I grabbed his floating red trunks, twirling them around my finger.  

“I’ll take these as a souvenir.” I said, walking back to my towel.  

The boy looked at me in a daze, unable to comprehend the situation.  

I giggled, knowing the position I had left him in.   

“Oh, make sure you untie my bikini, wait too long, and your balls might fall off.” I said, flicking my blond hair over my shoulder, giving him a perfect view of my naked ass.  

He was still in tears as I left, too embarrassed to leave the water.