Peter Parker's Beach Ballbusting

Cindy Moon, AKA the superhero Silk, rub suntan lotion down her arms. The sun beat down on her, bathing her bikini-clad body in its rays. Her gorgeous ass cheeks were almost completely exposed with the exception of the narrow line of swimsuit material embedded deep within each of her buns. Her swimsuit top was strapless, half in place with a tight knot behind her back. Silk moved her hair over her shoulders. She reached behind her back and undid the knot while holding the front of her top to her boobs, pressing them together. Her muscular shoulders flexed, and the knot came undone; she held her top to her boobs with her hands.

“Peter?” she said. “Can you get my back for me?”

No response.

Cindy turned, shifting on the beach blanket. Her boyfriend Peter Parker, AKA Spider-man, was completely ignoring her. He was staring, shamelessly gawking at the seemingly endless procession of almost-naked, bikini wearing, gorgeous women on the beach. His eyes were bouncing around in his sockets, magnetically attracted to their bouncing boobs, jiggling butts, suntan skin, long, shapely legs. His face was decorated with a slack, stupid, horny smile.

Cindy tied her top back in place.

“PETER PARKER!”

Peter turned, shaken from his leering.

“w-What?”

“Don’t you ‘what’ me! I see you checking out every other woman on this beach!”

Peter blushed and smiled bashfully. He looked around.

“Aw, don’t be like that, Cindy. I was just admiring the scenery.”

“Sure you were.”

Cindy stood up, fuming, “I’m going to get some ice cream. And you need to cool off.”

Cindy stamped away across the sand. Peter leaned back, immediately scanning the beach for more women to ogle at.

His eyes bugged out suddenly. His mouth fell open. Drool dribbled down his face.

Immediately in front of him was the most amazing ass he had ever seen. She was wearing a absurdly small, green tanga thong bikini. Her hips were wide and shapely. The thighs under them were muscular, sculpted, perfect. Each of her buttcheeks was round, delicious, supple. Peter followed the line of her toned back and waist up to her flowing chestnut curly hair. It was Rouge of the X-Men. She seemed unaware of Peter behind her, drooling, and with his dick slowly rising in his trunks.

And then she bent over.

She picked up a starfish on the sand, bending at the waist, and her thong rode even further into her asscrack. What little fabric there was bunched and folded and rose up in a wedgie.

Peter’s racing heart almost stopped. His eyes didn’t dare blink. He had a perfect view at Rouge’s ass. He hyperventilated, foaming at the mouth. The faintest peek of Rouge’s asshole, barely covered by the slender, tightened strand of fabric stared directly at him. The edges of her pussy lips, the soft secret, beautiful skin poked out over so slightly over the edges of the wedgied thong.

Peter gripped the beach towel with white knuckled vibrating intensity. His dick was a raging rod of mindlessly hard sex in his trunks, threatening to tear through the fabric.

Rouge stood up and looked at her ass with annoyance. She tried to adjust the tiny bikini with her fingers, tugging at it, trying to pull it out of her tanned bubble butt.

Peter lunged for his bag and rummaged through it. He pulled out his camera and yanked the lens cap off, turning again to Rouge, ready to press the button.

“PETER JAMES PARKER!”

Peter swallowed hard. His dick wilted ever so slightly from fear. The blazing sun was interrupted by Cindy’s shadow as she stood over him, holding two ice cream cones that melted from the pure fury coursing through her body.

Peter tried to smile and slipped the camera back in his bag.

“Cindy- listen-“

“YOU PATHETIC, DISGUSTING, SLIMY LITTLE PERVERT!” Cindy exclaimed. Peter’s spider sense went off, but he had no time to react. Cindy dropped the disintegrating ice cream cones and her right hand shot forward like lightning, the clawed fingers clamping onto his balls.

“AAAIIIEeeEEE!!!” Peter shrieked. His voice went up several octaves. Cindy’s superhuman grip squashed his sensitive nuts against each other, sending lancing, explosive pain through his poor sack, pain that shot up his brain and sucked the strength from his body in emasculating, nauseating waves.

Rogue walked over and snickered, watching the couple.

Cindy tightened her grip.

“OUUUhhll…” Peter whimpered. Tears of pain and humiliation rolled down his face.

“And don’t think I’m having sex with you tonight!” Cindy declared.

Rouge laughed. “I don’t think he’s ever going to have sex again if you keep that up!”

Peter bit his bottom, trembling lip. He grabbed pathetically at Cindy’s wrist to try and pull her hand off his poor screaming testicles, but Cindy just stood up, yanking Peter to his legs by his balls.

“EeeEEeE!” Peter squealed. His knees wobbled and he could barely stand.

Cindy began to drag Peter by his testicles back to the parking lot.

“We’re going home, Peter! I swear, I can’t bring you anywhere!”

Peter desperately hobbled after Cindy as she dragged him across the beach while walking at full speed. The beach babes Peter was ogling snickered while watching him yelp and whimper and cry, doubled over from crushing testicle pain and soul crushing public humiliation. His dick was still rock hard, sticking up like a stupid flag, nearly every detail of his penis visible through the tight fabric pulled tight across the pulsing member.

“OHMYGOD she’s got him by the balls!”

“Rip ‘em off, girl! That’ll teach him!”

“Is it making him hard?! What a freaking weirdo!”

“The gross little pervert’s about to ruin his trunks!”

The girls moved closer to Peter and Cindy, leaning in to inspect her bear trap grip on his testicles and his stupid, still rigid boner. As they leaned forward, their boobs spilled forward, threatening to escape their tiny bikinis. Peter, however, could barely think between the feeling of his poor wailing balls constricted and squashed by Cindy’s monstrous fingers.