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It was nearly fall. The last warm days of the year were fading fast. Mark knew if he wanted to spend time at the beach, it was do it now or wait till next summer. He packed his bag for a nice day out as soon as he got home.

The next day, the wolf pulled on some comfortable swimming trunks and a t-shirt. Complete with a towel and a cooler of snacks and beverages, Mark was ready for the day! He dumped everything in the back seat of his car and was on his way.

As expected, he wasn't the only one with the idea to spend the last few days basking in the warmth of the waning summer sun. He hefted his cooler and towel from the back seat and started toward the soft sands of the beach.

It was quite crowded, but the farther away from the parking lot he got, the less people there were. To say there was suddenly no one would have been an exaggeration. There were dozens, hundreds of people laying on the sand. Almost as many were playing in the water or surfing father out.

He walked and walked and walked. So many people, he just wanted a place where he wasn't going to have neighbors sitting right on top of him. He wasn't anti-social, he just didn't want to talk to anybody.

He rounded a bend under a bit of rock that made a natural archway over the sand. No one seemed to want to go through there! On the other side, there was just about no one there! There were some people much farther down the beach, but they were far enough away he didn't think they'd bother him.

Grinning to himself, Mark set his cooler in the sand and spread his towel out. Grinning, he folded his arms over his chest and nodded slowly. "Perfect." He turned and looked out over the water beyond. No one to pester him in the surf! He took a breath, unfolding his arms.

Like a child, he broke and ran. As he sprinted into the water, he high-stepped out as far as he could. When it started to get too deep, he dived into the gentle waves and swam out until his lungs began to burn.

As he burst through the surface, he let out a laugh part of him was worried might be heard by someone else farther down this secluded beach. The rest of him, a much larger part, didn't care anymore. A small wave collided with him, momentarily submerging him. He pushed to the surface again and sputtered. Another happy laugh danced from his lips.

He shook his head and in doing so, shook away all of the stress from his shoulders. He felt like a weight had lifted, like a strain on his back had been pushed aside. Slowly, he let his weight fall backward. He arched hid back and allowed himself to float freely on the surf as another wave rushed toward him. This time he floated up and over it. He sputtered again, spitting up the small bit that splashed onto his muzzle.

"What a summer..." he muttered then turned himself around and started to float slowly back towards the shore. He didn't paddle or kick. Instead, he let the ocean's waves slowly push him back and back.

The soft sand of the beach pressed gently up against his back and he smiled. The surf tried to push him farther up onto the beach, but his weight kept him in place.

"What are you doing?"

The small squeak made his heart leap. His fur stood on end and he jumped out of his skin. Water exploded in all directions as he leapt to his feet. His eyes darted back up the beach toward the few people there, then toward the stone arch separating his hidey-hole from the rest of the crowded beach.

"Hey," the squeaky voice said. "Down here."

His eyes cast downward and widened again. "Oh my god!" he yelped, staring down the business end of a small otter woman. "You're naked!"

She stood there, her arms folded over her modest chest wearing nothing but an amused smile on her muzzle. Her brown fur was slicked tight against her body like a second skin. "Of course," she said, pointing up at him. She was after all only knee-high to him. "You're not."

Mark's jaw gaped for several moments. His heart pounded in his chest as he stared her in her blue eyes. They were as deep as the ocean around them and as captivating as her naked body.

"Well?" she asked with a hint of a smile playing at the corners of her muzzle. "You going to answer me or just stand there gawking like a pup at a magic show?"

Oh, shit! She had said something? He hadn't even heard her! He'd been so enamored by the sparkling sapphires twinkling up at him, the fur pressed against her broad hips, the swell of her modest breast hidden beneath her crossed arms.

"Um... wha?"

She giggled and rolled her eyes. Her arms uncrossed, revealing the curve of her breast and the hard peaks poking through her fur. She waved up at him with both hands and shook her head. "Why are you still wearing those?"

"What kind of question is that?" he asked, looking down at his trunks that clung tightly to his hips and thighs. The outline of his thick sheathe was clearly visible beneath the wet green fabric. "It isn't like we're on a nude beach or-..." His eyes widened and he turned his attention back toward the people along the beach farther down.

Every single fur, big and small, was wearing nothing but a smile. No, that wasn't true. There was a giraffe coming out of the water, a rather well-endowed giraffe at that, and she was wearing a pair of shades, but her boobs and everything were out for all to see!

"Oh my God!"

The little otter gave another squeaking giggle. "Noticed that fact, did ya?" She held out one of her little hands. "I'm Sal. And you are?"

"Not on the beach I thought I was," Mark said as he knelt down and took her tiny hand in his own. "I'm Mark."

She smiled, giving his fingers a firm squeeze. "And what is the bright idea, Mark, dumping your stuff on my spot?"

He blinked and looked upward. "But I didn't-..." But there, beneath his cooler emerged only the corner of a yellow towel that he could only just make out in the sunlight. "Fuck me..."

Sal giggled and he felt a tug on the left leg of his trunks. "At least buy me dinner first."

Blushing furiously, Mark let go of her hand and stood up quickly. "Ah, that isn't what I meant..." Her grin stilled his words. "You're a mean little thing, you know that?"

"Hey, you dumped your stuff on my spot first."

He gave a small chuckle and motioned toward his cooler on top of her towel. "Well, I don't have any money on me, but I've got some snacks you're welcome to."

"Thank you," she said, turning to waddle toward his box and her spot. He followed behind her, his pace much slower, though it wasn't hard to keep pace. "Think I can have my towel back?"

Mark blinked at that, blushing again as he bounded ahead of her. "Oh, right!" He hauled his cooler off of her small yellow towel and set it aside, almost directly between their towels. "Sorry about that. It blends in with the sand."

"And lose the swim trunks."

Were it not for his gray fur, he was sure she'd see his bright red cheeks. "What?"

"This is a nude beach. If someone else notices you're still clothed, they'll ask you to go back through the arch and be with the other boring people."

"But..." He stared down at his trunks for a moment then sighed. He really didn't want to go back over there, especially now that he found a new, and attractive, friend. Begrudgingly, he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his trunks and started to push them down. As the fabric glided over his sheathe, he felt it thicken even more than it was.

As his trunks dropped over his thighs and hit the sand, he stared in horror at the red tip of his arousal peaking out of his furry sheathe.

"See? Is that so-... Whoa..." Sal's jaw was on the ground. Her blue eyes were wide, staring up at his groin. "No wonder you were embarrassed to get naked. You're.. you're..." She held her arms up with her hands balled. "You're bigger than my fists!" Her hands lifted higher, higher...

Then her hands brushed his furry orbs. They retracted slowly away from her and to his chagrin, his arousal emerged from his sheathe. Fully. His hot red rod throbbed in front of his belly in time with his heart beat.

Her hands uncurled and she curled her fingers in the soft fur of his balls. "Who's your friend?" she asked with a small smile.

"Fuck, you don't even have a shred of modesty!"

She giggled and massaged his sack with her nimble, tiny little fingers. "This is a nude beach. Modesty, like clothing, is not allowed."

"Right." He licked his lips nervously and tried to brush her hands away and cover his throbbing erection at the same time. But she held tight.

"Noh-uh," she said, giving his balls a little squeeze. "Don't back out now!" She gave him a little tug and loosened her grip, once again caressing his sack antagonizing. "Come down here. My arms are getting tired."

Against his better judgement, he brushed her hands away and at last and slowly lowered himself to his knees on his towel. Sal was there instantly. Her hands reached out and curled around his hot length. Her little fingers couldn't reach all the way around, even with her fingertips touching!

"Not the biggest, I've seen," she said, stinging his ego, "but certainly much larger than most of the males I've seen."

His pride swelled again, as well as the base of his arousal. Only slight, but his knot was growing, especially with her little hands stroking him from tip to balls.

"Um, do you want a soda or-..."

"I'm not thirsty," Sal said. "Not for soda, at least."

She leaned forward and pressed her lips against his tip. Before he could protest, her muzzle was descending. Her lips closed tightly around his length and her flat teeth slid against his sensitive flesh. Her eyes opened and stared up at him. Down, down she went. In only a moment, he felt himself prodding the firmness of her throat.

She paused and he felt her throat flexing against his tip as she swallowed and adjusted. Then she opened up to him and her throat accepted him. She was so tight! His length lurched, spurting a fair amount of fluid into her stomach.

Sal moaned, sending vibrations along his length as she took more of him. She slowly adjusted herself and his arousal, pointing him parallel to the ground while she laid herself out flat. Then she was moving again. Her eyes stared up at him unblinkingly as she took more of him into her throat. Her nostrils flared and he felt her throat tighten as her lungs burned what oxygen she had trapped within.

He resisted the urge to lean forward and thrust against her, though it was so hard! She was dragging him to heights of arousal he had only dreamed of!

Then her nose pressed against his groin and her throat flexed and spasmed. She swallowed frantically and her body convulsed as the need for oxygen began to take hold. That was all it took to push him over the edge.

His cock swelled and Sal's eyes bugged. Her jaws, already stretched around his girth, widened more as his seed rushed into her throat. She clutched at his balls almost desperately. If he didn't know any better, he would have guessed she was trying to squeeze every drop out of him!

He threw his head back and opened his muzzle wide. The idea of everyone rushing over to see them forced his arm into his mouth, stifling his howl as he pumped his thick cum down her throat.

When the world remembered he existed, or when he remembered the world existed maybe, he was on his back and Sal was laid on her back beside him, purring softly.

"Welcome back," she said, reaching out to drag her claws through the fur of his chest. "My turn now, yes? Give me one of those earth-shattering orgasms too, yeah?"

He groaned deeply, resting a hand over his hammering heart. "The fuck did you learn how to do that?"

"Like I said, you're not the biggest I've seen." She smiled at him and sat up. Slowly, she leaned over and pressed her lips to his own. "No clothes and no modesty, remember? You'd be surprised what happens on this beach."

Sal laid back again and reached down to grab her ankles. She lifted her feet up into the air and spread her legs wide. "Now, my turn!"

It took some effort, but Mark rolled onto his hands and knees. He shuffled downward, staring intently on her tiny little slit.

"No, no, no, no," Sal said, winking at him. "If I wanted a tonguing, I'd do it myself. Come on and fuck me, big boy."

Disbelieving, Mark looked down at his erection, then at Sal's much-too-small opening. "Swallowing my dick is one thing, but-..."

"If you're going to make me ask again, I'll take one of those sodas and go find someone more willing!"

His heart leapt in his chest. A sense of panic overtook him. He didn't want to lose his new friend to some other swinging dick on the beach! Then again, if what she said was true and it clearly appeared it was, she'd be with another swinging dick tomorrow anyway. But today, she was with him and it saddened him to think she would leave.

"Alright," he said and crawled up over her body. He stared down at her intent blue eyes as he settled himself between her legs. He stared down at her body writhing upward, stretching wantonly toward his throbbing erection.

With one hand, he guided himself against her opening. She was tight, as tight as he assumed she would be. Nearly painfully so, but just below that threshold. Still, her little body spread wide around him, accepting him eagerly into her belly. More and more of him disappeared into her and a larger and larger bulge appeared in her belly.

She seemed to have no end. Over three quarters of his length disappeared into her and all she could do was dig her claws into his forearms. She moaned deeply, arching her back upward. Finally, he felt himself bottom out, conveniently just as his knot began to stretch her open. Part of him was relieved. He was sure his knot would split her in two.

"Don't stop now," she breathed, clamping her muscles tightly around him. "You owe me a soda and an earth shattering orgasm!"

As he withdrew his hips, Sal's lifted off of his towel as if unwilling to relinquish that fullness she no doubt felt. As the cool air bathed his length, he growled deeply. He felt so naked, incomplete in a way he never would have guessed was possible. He missed that snug warmth hugging against himself like a sleeve.

He plunged into her again, rocking her body against the ground. She squeaked and dug her claws into his arm again.

"Yes!" she moaned. "That's it, hard! I won't break, Mark, fuck me like you mean it!"

If she wanted it, then fine! More comfortable with every thrust, Mark's hips began driving down into the little otter with growing speed. He drove her down into his towel with every thrust. Every time he bottomed out inside of her, she would squeal and arch her back and he would moan and growl deeply.

Before long, his hips were a blur. His knot had begun to swell and slapped loudly against her folds like a battering tam multiple times a second. Little Sal writhed about, bucking wildly against his every thrust as she pled incoherently for more. Colors swam before Mark's eyes and he curled his hands in the towel beneath them. He was close, so close to another of those earth shattering orgasms Sal wanted so desperately from him and had given him once already!

He pressed a palm against her chest, mashing her breasts against his hand as he held her down against his towel and the sand beneath it. He drove his hips forward sharply and Sal's eyes grew wide. She arched her back as best as she could against his hand and gave a shrill scream.

Her body spread wide around him as the last few inches of his knot disappeared into her. Her belly bulged obscenely and her groin followed not far behind. His knot swelled big and tight within her, it's outline clearly visible through her elastic flesh.

He leaned forward, closing his muzzle about the otter's little throat to stifle another loud moaning howl as hot cum rushed through his length.

Sal's belly bulged again as he held himself deep inside. She swelled up big and round like a beach ball as her insides milked him for every drop. Like before, her hands rushed to his balls and squeezed him for dear life, forcing every drop out of his sack and into her belly.

"Oooooh, fuck!" she gasped as she bucked beneath the wolf. "Oh God, fuck! Mark, it's too much!" she said without the faintest fear or discomfort in her voice. "Fill me up!"

Before long, he felt her belly straining against his abs. He blinked the color from his eyes and fought back the fire consuming him. He stared down between them at the swollen otter obscuring his view of where they were joined. Good God, she was HUGE!

"How can you...?"

A weak, breathless laugh escaped Sal's lips. "I told you, Mark." She leaned up, kissing him between his ears. When he looked back into her face, she was smiling up at him. "I've seen bigger."

She was in utter ecstasy. Mark had never seen a more content or pleasant expression on anyone's face before in his life. He was left to wonder just how big and how many males she'd had stuffed up inside of herself.

"Do you do this every day?" he asked breathlessly.

"Once a week," she said, kissing the tip of his nose. "Never the same man twice."

His heart broke. Why, he didn't know. He'd only just met this woman. She admitted to basically being what he would have called a slut in his high school years. But he somehow felt a little more possessive of this little female than he should have. He felt like he wanted more of her, and not just her deliciously accommodating body still absently milking his dick.

"Would you be willing to make an exception?" he asked in naught but a whisper. He leaned down and dragged his tongue from the hollow of her throat up one side of her face to the smooth fur between her ears. "I would live to see you more. I mean..."

She hummed thoughtfully and lifted a tiny hand to touch his cheek. "At least buy me dinner first."