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They call it a Friendly Beach. Friendly in an adult way, the sort of way that means kids aren't allowed on the beach. You read about it on the Internet and here you are, passing by a warning sign sporting a series of rules.

You give the sign a quick glance. "Plan how you're going to get around a 'That's never going to fit' problem", one of them says. You smile and go on without reading the others.

You look around before going under the pier. It's late and you one is in sight. That's just the way you want it. The last thing you want it someone seeing you. What would your mother say if she knew you'd been here? It's legal to come here, but that doesn't mean everyone likes the idea. The web site said they even get protesters here sometimes, and people who take pictures of visitors. You've heard of that happening with porn shops too, in towns with strong religious leanings.

No such problem for you today. No one sees you disappear into the shadows under the pier. The pilings are thick with mussels and the occasional starfish. The tide pools at the bases have more, and a forest of green sea anemones. Any mussel broken loose by the waves here has a bad time. An anemone will happily swallow a fallen mussel whole, wait for the shellfish to open to breathe, and eventually spit out the digested-clean shells.

You lick your lips. You fed mussels to sea anemones when you were younger. Today's going to be different.

The first animal you find is a sleeping sea lion. You couldn't ask for a better spot. You had to follow a narrow path between the rocks, there's no way anyone could see you doing what you want to do.

The sea lion is a male. Just what you wanted. It grunts in its sleep when you touch it. Its balls are hidden under a thick layer of fat but the bulge is there. Above that bulge is a long ridge that swells as you stroke.

Its eyes pop open just as a thick pink tip slides out of its slit. Any other beach and it would flee in panic or snap at a human this close. But this is a Friendly Beach. It rolls the rest of the way onto its back as you pull off your bikini bottom and straddle it.

No 'That's never going to fit' problem here. The sea lion is only twice your size and the fleshy cock slides into you, tight but doable. The sea lion undulates, thrusting up into you. You aren't the first woman to fuck this sea lion, or it's seen this happen often enough to know the drill.

Maybe you should have put a condom on it. You've heard the stories. At least one half-sea lion lives near here, working as a lifeguard. The odds are very, very small but if enough people fuck enough sea lions....

Too late for that, now. You're as excited as the sea lion and the last thing the two of you want is to stop. The sea lion matches your rhythm, thrusting as you bounce, and both of you groan at the same time. The thick shaft inside you pulsates and the sea lion shudders as he shoots his wad. Friendly Beach, indeed.

There. That's half of what you wanted to do here today. The sea lion watches out of dark eyes as you pull off your bikini top and toss it next to the bottom. The thick shaft is still stiff inside you, held rigid by its internal bone. A sea lion bull has to be able to service a whole harem of cows. Your slight movements atop him are enough to get him to thrust again. Once isn't enough for a beast this horny.

You lean forward over him and the sea lion's foreflippers come up to hug you close. He's already thrusting by the time you kiss his nose.

He's friendly, unaggressive, safe. You could fuck him all evening and walk home with his cum dripping down your thighs. But that isn't what you want. His dark eyes go wide as you hook two fingers into his mouth and pull it open. Friendly, safe, and horny, but he doesn't protest as you put your face in his mouth.

You wrap your arms around him and pull, and he rolls up onto his hind flippers with you in his lap. Your weight impales you on his cock as he slides his muzzle over your head. Fangs scrape your scalp as he engulfs your face in the folds of his cheeks. Slick throat expands easily, sliding past on all sides as the sea lion swallows. Just like that your neck is in his gullet too and with a easy side to side motion of his jaws he walks them over your shoulders. It's just as the web site said. A sea lion this size shouldn't be able to swallow more than a woman's leg. Instead your whole body is on its way in.

It's not too late to back out. If you pushed with all your might he'll probably let you squirm free. You're too busy matching his thrusts with movements of your hips. You've wanted this since you were old enough to want anything and its not a mussel being swallowed whole now.

As his jaws slide over you they push your arms down. With one long movement he rolls his neck forward, slipping his elastic jaws over you all the way to your waist. You feel the great bulge swell out of his neck as we swallows half a woman in one smooth slide. His cheeks push your arms down against your sides and now it really is too late to change your mind. Unless he changes his, this is going to end with a burp.

He doesn't. You hook your heels under his hind flippers and help him fuck you, bouncing in his lap. With a push of his muzzle his jaws take in your hips and he's gone as far as he can without pulling his cock out. That isn't going to happen until he is done and you feel the shiver building up in his loins. A wordless squeak escapes your lips as for a second time the two of you climax together. The sound you make sinks into the throatflesh pressed again you and the sea lion grunts, shudders, and thrusts.

When he is spent, filling you once more with his ropes of semen, he lets you slide off what passes for his lap. A wormlike undulation of his lower body puts your knees on the sand and a chute of gullet expands over you as he pushes his nose downward. Slippery flesh slides over you and fangs scrape you thighs as they follow the rest of you down his throat.

A rubbery valve opens to let your face past and muscular contractions of his gullet ease you into his stomach. His long body seems to be mostly gut, with room enough for an entire human swallowed whole. You are that human and he lifts his muzzle, taking in your feet with a sinuous movement of his nose. His thick neck bends into an ess, his tongue gathers itself against your insteps and with one last gulp the sea lion swallows you whole.

Your fingers are between your thighs as your slide comes to an end. Your pussy is full of thick sea lion cum and you're sure you can finger yourself to a third climax before you run out of air. You've dreamed about this for years and here you are, a long bulge in a sea lion. Already his stomach acids tickle your skin and soon enough they will go to work, turning you into sea lion fat and a series of bowel moments. You offered yourself as lover and meal to the beast and he took you up on both.

The best thing about it is you can do it again tomorrow. This sea lion, or a big otter, a seal or a dolphin. The beach is full of willing lovers and willing predators, any one of whom would happily spend his seed in you, slide his jaws over you and end the meeting with a long burp. Why, just as soon as you reform, maybe you'll come right back. Even if he's too full to swallow you again, there's plenty of spunk left in the sea lion's balls. You can fuck him even as the bulge that used to be you slowly softens. Maybe you'll swallow his cock and digest a load of his seed, just as he'll digest the cum he left in your pussy.

It is then that a feeling of unease creeps over you. With hot wet stomach pressing in from all sides you still feel a chill. There's something missing.

Signs. It was the signs! You glanced at the beach guidelines as you went by, but something was missing. You read about the Friendly Beaches before coming here. There was supposed to be a sign showing where people reform, so you know where to leave your clothes. There are even lockers!

In your hurry to fulfil a lifelong fantasy you rushed past without reading all the rules, without seeing the sign that showed where you'd reform. You're pretty sure it wasn't there at all. That can mean only one thing.

You went to the wrong beach. There are several Friendly Beaches, but only one where people reform. You could go to any one to sit on a sea lion's cock, and at any one of them find a set of willing jaws to climb into. The problem is that except at that one beach, you only get to climb into those jaws once.

Certain now that you've made a horrible error, you begin to squirm. Maybe you can make the sea lion uncomfortable enough to cough you up. But the walls of the stomach are so thick and rubbery you can hardly move. The long bulge in the sea lion's body changes shape but the slippery walls just slide by as you kick. There's no way to get a get a grip and push your feet back into the beast's throat. That might make him throw you up. All this squirming doesn't. All it does it shift the stomach walls around you, and the inward pressure forces out a big bubble of air.

From inside the sea lion you hear it let out a long belch. Belly full and balls emptied into you not once but twice, it just wants to settle down and digest its meal.

But you still have air to breathe, for another minute or two anyway, and all that wriggling keeps the sea lion from dozing off. Instead it has another effect.

With your body stretched out in his long stomach your face is right below the ridge you straddled earlier. As you squirm, you press his flesh out against that ridge and you feel the sea lion go hard for a third time. Before long he begins to thrust, the familiar undulating motions of his lower body grinding his cock against the bulge of your face.

There's nothing you can do now, no escape. If you're right, you won't be back to fuck the sea lion again. You'll stay on only as new fat on his torpedo body and fertilizer for the seaweed.

His thrusts shift the stomach around you, squeezing out the air bit by bit. He alternates lusty grunts and burps as he works he way to a third orgasm. Only the thick flesh between you and his hard-on keep the bruising thickness of it at bay. If that flesh weren't there you'd have a sea lion cock down your throat and like it or not, swallow that load of cum you thought about.

The growing volume of stomach acid is making your skin tingle something fierce now. Soon enough your skin will break down, then your muscles, and finally your bones. There won't be anything recognizable left of you when you leave the sea lion's body. You were very careful to keep your activities tonight a secret. Even if someone finds your bikini, that sort of thing must wash up on beaches all the time. No one will ever know that your life ended with a trip through a friendly sea lion's bowels.

The sea lion begins to shudder in a now familiar way as its cock rubs against the bulge your face makes. Maybe you were wrong about this beach, but you were right about one thing. The series of short, sharp thrusts as he spends his seed across his swollen belly shows that he definitely hasn't run out of cum.