A curious woman learns what it means to be in the harem of a Beachmaster.
I wasn’t a scientist, or a photographer, but for some reason I still liked to come and watch the elephant seals every year at their breeding colony. They really were incredible creatures; immensely powerful, graceful in their element—though I had to admit they also looked ridiculously cute when they flopped around on land like big furry sausages.
This year a new bull was lording over the rookery. As the alpha male, he had earned the much-deserved title of Beachmaster, a term reserved for the most powerful bull seal in a breeding 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 George. Last year, he had still been something of a youth, not yet fully-grown. Though he’d shown a lot of spirit, he had lacked the size and ultimate strength required to claim any females for his own.
Things were different this year. In the intervening months, he’d grown to immense size, literally dwarfing the already huge males I’d seen on this beach before. He must have been at least fifteen feet long, and weighing in at over 6000 pounds.
He was a sight to behold now, as he charged to and fro across the sand, running off the smaller, weaker bulls. In the face of such a monster, they had no hope of earning the chance to breed this season. George was so large that none of his confrontations were really fights; no male seemed willing to face him, preferring to flee down the beach, or quit the rookery altogether by way of the ocean.
With the inferior males dealt with, George triumphantly set about breeding his harem. My cheeks grew warm as I watched him work 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 point, George came dangerously close to where I crouched on the sand, watching him take his pleasure with the females. He ceased his undulating movement and reared up to regard me with suspicion, and I tensed myself in preparation for flight. But he simply observed me cautiously for a moment, with no sign 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 powerful strokes, ripples rolling through the blubber and muscle covering his massive body. I could only watch, transfixed, staring back into his black eyes as he rutted unabashedly in front of me, cheeks growing hot once again as I bore witness to his lewd spectacle.
After a few minutes, George made a final thrust into the female, roaring as he filled her with his seed. He didn't look away from me the entire time. I flushed under his gaze as I imagined the copious load a bull of his size would produce, shocking myself that I could even contemplate such an obscene thought.
With a final snort in my direction, George crawled off the recumbent female and humped himself away, to finally find a spot to relax after his incredible sexual marathon.
I sat back in the sand, weak at the knees over what I had just witnessed. It was one thing to sit at home, watching animals go at it on the Discovery Channel or National Geographic. But it was something else entirely to be mere feet away from such a virile male specimen as he passed on his unparalleled genes. To be honest, I was feeling a bit hot and bothered from watching George working his harem, and I discreetly loosened the zipper of my windbreaker.
I must have been even more distracted than I realized, because I didn’t notice the other male 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 defiance. Then he began to charge, and I realized this was how I would die, crushed by thousands of pounds of angry seal. It would make for an interesting obituary, at least.
The next thing I knew, George had appeared out of nowhere beside me, his challenging roar nearly shattering my eardrums. He was so close that we were almost touching, and when he reared up next to me, his titan bulk blotted out the sky. In the blink of an eye he crashed forward, his unstoppable body almost seeming to move in slow motion as it made its inexorable descent, bringing his fangs down on the charging bull.
Though terrifyingly large in comparison to me, the attacking male was nothing next to George. The force of the blow stopped the smaller male dead, causing his entire upper body to rebound under the onslaught. I winced. The withering attack must have been like having a family car dropped on his chest.
Then I clapped my hand to my mouth. I hadn’t seen George draw blood before when defending his territory, but his teeth had done so now, as they tore into the insolent neck of the challenger. He was clearly, truly enraged this time. I clambered to my feet, heart pounding, preparing to run in case the fighting escalated. But I needn’t have worried.
The wound George had inflicted was neither deep nor serious, but nonetheless it was more than sufficient to cow the other male. The defeated bull lowered his head in submission, backing away hurriedly, then turned and fled at speed towards the safety of the surf.
With a snort of satisfaction, George turned to look at me smugly. I gave him a weak smile in return. Then, as he flopped closer to me, I gasped. Beneath his hulking body, the bright red length of his penis flashed in and out of sight, almost fully erect. He was clearly excited—and not by one of his cows.
As the Beachmaster, he had the right to claim any female on the beach.
Any female.
My pussy flooded. “Any female” included me. I sank to my knees in the sand. Holy shit. He wanted me.
It only made sense. He’d gone to the trouble of driving off an errant male 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 passion. But … I knew there was only one choice. I hadn’t realized it before, as I watched George out on the beach, breeding one female after another; I wished it were me out there, beneath him on the sand, screaming with ecstasy as he made me his own. But things were clear now. I knew what I was going to do.
As George watched, I unlaced my left boot with trembling fingers and pulled it from my foot. Barely breathing, I undid my belt and pants next, shimmying them down my legs until I could pull my left foot 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 modesty in a pinch.
George gave an impatient snort, and I lay down in the sand obligingly. I settled on arranging myself on my side, facing towards the ocean, my right leg straight and my left leg bent so that George could enter me at an angle from behind. Hopefully he would understand, and avoid putting his full and considerable weight on me.
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 small body. It was the first time we’d actually touched, and I realized I was shaking with anticipation—and need. I waited, heart pounding, hoping I wasn’t about to be smothered to death under three tons of furry blubber.
My concern was unwarranted, as George pressed himself against me urgently, yet still with surprising deference to my diminutive size. Nonetheless, I was utterly dwarfed by his prodigious body.
But in the next moment, I was compelled to contemplate his size in a totally different manner. He pressed against me again, and something hard and heavy and hot slapped against my right 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 was clearly in a similar state.
He attempted to enter me, but being unused to my small size and unfamiliar anatomy, he only succeeded in prodding my ass with his gigantic cock. I reached back with trepidation, unsure of how he’d react to my soft hand on his shaft, and my fingers found his immense girth, hot and pulsing beneath my grasp. George jerked and barked at my touch, but allowed me to guide him to my dripping, inflamed entrance.
As soon as he felt my warmth and wetness on the head of his member, George roared and pushed into me with a brutal thrust. I squealed and grunted as he split me open, the breath 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 cock. Above me, George snorted in triumph, and laid his flipper across my body, pinning my small frame to the sand.
Then he began to move, thrusting greedily in my slick channel, the motion of his rut sending waves through the heavy layers of fat and muscle pressing against my back. Stars exploded in my eyes as his member stretched my sensitive inner walls, the unusual shape unlike anything I’d ever felt. Its broad tip spread me open 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 little … human pussy … feel good?”
George barked in response, speeding his thrusts to an even more urgent rhythm. My body was jerking with his movement now, pressed down into the sand as he pistoned into me. There was nothing for it, I was going to come on his enormous cock.
With an ear-splitting howl, George reared back and slammed into my cunt with a final, crushing thrust. He exploded inside me, and I screamed and came as he flooded my pussy with his bestial seed. The immense load slapped into me, quickly overwhelming the insufficient confines of my snatch and pouring over to pool on my thigh and drip 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 further heights.
We held locked together for a moment, panting, before finally going limp. George lowered his head to the sand, snorting in contentment and exhaustion. I cooed, savoring the last delicious twitches of his cock in my thoroughly-fucked twat, before sliding off his softening length so I could scootch up closer to his face.
I snuggled into the blubber at his neck, and he turned his head to nuzzle my hair with his floppy proboscis, snuffling happily. I felt him lay his flipper possessively over my ass, and I smiled. I was truly a part of his harem now, one of his precious mates.
We lay on the sand, enjoying each other’s company, and I eventually drifted off to sleep. When I woke, the sun was dipping low towards the horizon, bathing the beach in orange light.
George was awake as well, and when he realized I was up he nudged me. He clearly wanted a second round, 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 delicious cock brought me to another toe-curling orgasm 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 of George. Before I could lose my nerve, I stood on tiptoe and planted a kiss on his neck—the highest I could reach when he was reared up. He snuffled at the top of my head in response, and with a last longing glance I turned to make my way back up the steep slope above the beach.
I came back to the rookery every weekend until the breeding season ended, laying with George each time. He filled me with countless loads, and I’d like to think that I was his favorite mate. I know that he was the best lover I’d ever had, or could hope to have.
But all good things must come to an end, and the day came when George had to return to the sea and make his way to his northern hunting grounds. We had a last, desperate fuck on the sand, after most of the other females 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 hope that he would make it back safely the next year to claim his beach once again. I knew that I would be waiting for him.