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The sun hung high in the cloudless sky, its brilliant rays reflecting off the azure waters of the tropical beach. It was the perfect day for some fun in the sun. Little did the carefree beachgoers know, however, that the sands would soon be stained with the taint of unbridled depravity. For disguised amongst the masses was a twisted individual with a secret fetish, their predatory instincts stirred by the sight of so much exposed flesh. Soon, they would have their victims in their sights… and between their thighs.

Eefore long, a group of unsuspecting girls appeared, their curvy bodies barely contained by skimpy swimwear. The voyeur licked their lips as they took in the eye candy, focusing primarily on the magnificent melons straining against the flimsy fabric of a bikini top. Moments later, a lone male emerged from the surf, water droplets rolling down his sun-kissed skin, clinging to the loincloth slung low on his hips. His phallus, a massive behemoth, jutted out from between his legs, thick and long, casting a deep shadow across the sand.

The girls seemed oblivious to the freak of nature swaying towards them, making their way through the shallow waves as if in a trance, their hungry gazes zeroing in on the juicy fruit bouncing before them. The voyeur could practically smell the girl’s arousal from where they were hidden, could see the wet patches spreading across their crotches as the inevitable collision neared.

And then, blam! Tits met torso in a frenzy of slapping sound. The sin was launched, the perversion set into motion. A battle cry of searing white heat seared through the air as the girls pounced on their target. Four pairs of hands groped and mauled the dense orb, kneading the firmness as their captive wavered and wobbled.

“Mine!” snarled Buffy, going for a fist-bust to the behemoth globes, pounding the dense balls with a ferocity that was surely otherwise reserved for the bedroom. She pummeled the heavy globes, letting them shake and bounce around her fists.

“Stop hogging, bitch!” Vera snapped, snatching Buffy’s hands out of the way so she could really lay into him. She dug her nails into the soft, pliant skin, enjoying the way the balls’ heft under her fingers. Pinching and twisting the delicate flesh, she smirked as she felt him buck and cry.

This went on for several long moments. Hands pawed and grabbed, long nails scoring and tearing. Teeth, mouths, maybe even a bit of the tongue went in, licking up the sweat dripping down the coastline. Inch by inch, the hairline fracture spread, growing, rancor and viciousness taking over, their desperate arousal feeding into the frenzy.

The voyeur had never seen anything like it. They couldn’t believe their eyes as they watched the girls take out all their aggressive, pent up frustration on the poor man’s manhood, as if he were some sort of fleshy punching bag. This was the kind of action that was normally relegated to the realms of over-the-top porn, and yet it was happening right before their eyes in real life.

The voyeur shifted uncomfortably, their own arousal growing more and more evident with each passing moment. Just out of sight, they rubbed themselves through their clothes,relishing the knowledge that no one would ever suspect them of being party to this sinful spectacle. Orgasmic energy built up inside them, the voyeur gritting their teeth and clenching their fists, forcing themselves to endure the excruciating pleasure just a little longer, just until the air was finally charging with that final burst of electricity.

As if sensing each other’s peak, the girls pulled off simultaneously, leaving the poor man’s abused cock-weapon raw and needy, the head a deep, angry red. He gasped for breath, eyes swimming, balls churning with pent up pain. The girls giggled, some of them licking the tears from his face like they were their reward for the violence.

And then, just like that, it was over. The girls smacked each other five, makeup already getting touched up, chatting and shrieking like nothing had happened. The voyeur, finally reaching their own explosive finish, rolled onto their back, gasping for breath as their orgasm faded into a warm, satisfied buzz. It was done. The beach was quiet. A perfect day was yet to be had.

Only the man who had been subject to this abuse was left on the sand, balls battered and mind blown. Would he ever be the same? The voyeur didn’t know, and they couldn’t bring themselves to care. They’d just witnessed the kind of raw, primal sexual energy normally reserved for the darkest basements of the bodies and minds of deviants everywhere. This was a special day. A special memory, that would no doubt call to the voyeur in their most depraved moments for years to come.

As they walked away, the voyeur looked one last time at the wreck of a man splayed on the sand, his cock bouncing in the breeze, brown balls dangling low between his legs. They almost felt bad. Almost. Next time, the voyeur thought with a naughty grin, perhaps they should just bring a few dozen tissues. It was as clear as the white sand that something this intense would happen again. And next time, the voyeur would be ready to join in on the fun and games.