The Ginger Goth

This chapter contains only F/M content.

After reaching the bottom of the staircase, the four of them walked for a few minutes in search of an unclaimed patch of beach. Blake trailed behind the other three, trying to resist the urge to cover himself with his hands. He knew that doing so would only attract more attention. As he walked along, he surreptitiously glanced at the people he passed to gauge their reactions. Blake was certainly not an exhibitionist, and the last thing he wanted was for his state of dress to draw any attention. Fortunately, just as his friends had said, nobody seemed upset by his attire. Most people didn't look at him twice.

"Most people" meaning, of course, the non-redheads. The members of the crowd with red hair did let their gaze linger on him, smiling fondly, giggling, and generally acting the way one might upon seeing an extremely cute dog. When he saw one of these reactions, Blake quickly averted his gaze. Was he ever going to get used to that?

Blake snapped out of his ruminating as he heard his friends bickering up ahead. Odd, they had found a good spot, but they didn't seem happy. He hurried over to them.

"Aw, baaabe! I don't want to walk all the way back!"

"KK, come on. You really wanted me to haul all that shit around the whole time we were looking for a spot?"

"Yeah, duh! You're a million feet tall and you knock over other giant dudes for a living. What's the point of being fucking huge if you're too lazy to carry some stuff around?"

"It's not laziness, it's efficiency! You coulda just stayed in the car until the rest of us found a spot if you didn't wanna make two trips."

Blake turned to Lilith with a questioning look. "Dave and Kelly are arguing about whose fault it is that our things are still in the car."

Kelly rolled her eyes. "Ugh! Whatever. Let's just go grab it. Dave, Lilith, you and I are headed back. Blake, you stay here."

"Huh? Why?"

Kelly smiled and reached under Blake's hat to tousle his hair. "Because someone has to stay here to make sure nobody steals our spot, and you have the smallest arms. Don't worry, we'll only be gone a few minutes!"

Blake nodded meekly. He knew better than to argue against Kelly when she had her mind set on an idea. He watched the three of them walk past him, Dave and Kelly continuing their mostly-not-serious argument as their voices faded into the distance. His eyes drifted down to Kelly's rear as she walked away. How was she so comfortable wearing so little? Her yellow bikini bottom was so skimpy that he could clearly see the bottoms of her toned butt cheeks bouncing as she walked. He couldn't imagine being so audacious. If he hadn't been so meek when they were picking a swimsuit for him, he probably would have chosen one more like Lilith's. Then again, he thought as his eyes shifted to Lilith's behind, hers also didn't leave that much to the imagination. Sure it covered up much more of her, but it was rather tight. Then again, he supposed, it was probably hard to find a swimsuit which fit well over such a big, fat, jiggly... oh no.

No, no, no no no! Not now, not here, not like this! Darkness creeped into the edges of Blake's vision as he suddenly became aware of himself, of his body, of his... his rapidly swelling erection. He squeezed his legs together slightly, but didn't make any large movements for fear of drawing people's attention. He glanced down at himself and... yup, there it was, a noticeable bulge, a slight tent in the front of his strawberry-patterned bottoms. Crap, crap, crap.

He considered his options. None of their stuff was there, so he had nothing to hide behind or cover himself with. He decided to slowly, casually sit down and cross his legs. He just had to act naturally and do it quick, then nobody would notice, not even a...

"Hey, cutie! You need some help with that?"

CRAP. A redhead. He knew that was what the woman walking toward him was before he turned his head to face her. He could tell by the tone of her voice. High-pitched, cloying, enthusiastic yet gentle. He put on a polite smile as he looked at the source of the voice.

"Alternative" was the first word that came to mind. The young woman was wearing a black bikini with skulls on the cups and crotch, showing off quite a lot of her skinny, somewhat waifish body. If Kelly's bikini was revealing, this girl's was downright scandalous, the cups being little more than small triangles of fabric covering her nipples but leaving most of her mosquito bite breasts exposed. She also had quite a few facial and ear piercings. Blake was surprised at first to see her short jet-black hair, until he spotted just a touch of red coming in at the roots. Her overall vibe was punkish, or at least it would have been if she wasn't giving him such a kind, patient smile. Blake cleared his throat.

"Ahum... ah, no thank you, miss. Um, I mean, it's very kind! But I can just... well, it will go away on its own."

Blake tried to project confidence, but the facade crumbled as soon as the petite goth crouched down to put her eyes at his crotch level and began staring directly at his bulge. "Oh, buddy! I can't just stand by and let this be. You obviously need some help. Won't you let me take care of you? Please?"

She looked up at Blake with pleading eyes. Oh god, she was going to be heartbroken if he didn't let her do... whatever it was she was thinking of doing. He looked up at the sky, chewing his lip. "Well, erm... I guess if you really want to... I suppose you could- aaah!"

Blake quickly looked back down as he felt the warm summer breeze on his crotch. The moment he gave her permission, the young woman had grabbed his bikini bottom and yanked it down, allowing his small half-hard penis to spring out. Blake whined in embarrassment as she smiled at it, before standing back up to look him in the eyes.

"Ah, there we go, isn't that better? Don't worry, I'm gonna make you feel so good. Oh, I'm Amy by the way. What's your name, sweetheart?"

"It's B-Blake. Thanks for - oh!"

Without taking her reassuring gaze away from Blake, Amy had placed the tips of her index finger, ring finger, and thumb around the base of Blake's penis and begun gently stroking it. It quickly grew to its full length, though at just four inches, Amy did not need to employ a fourth finger to get a good grip on his shaft.

Blake let out a noise that was somewhere between a whine and a moan, though he quickly covered his mouth and looked around. As he feared, people were looking. Some looked with idle curiosity. Others smiled warmly at the lurid display, as if they were seeing a young couple sharing their first kiss. Blake began shaking slightly from all the attention. It was purely from sheer embarrassment, of course. While he had been known to get the shivers during moments of intense arousal, in that moment he had very little to be aroused about. He wasn't an exhibitionist. The only reason he was so incredibly hard all of a sudden was because of Amy's careful ministrations.

"Aw, boo, you're shaking! It's okay, don't worry about those other people. Just focus on me. I'll make you feel all better."

"AMY! THERE YOU ARE!"

Amy's fond expression instantly soured, and a scoff escaped from her lips. Blake looked over at the source of the exclamation, and his heart sank. A second redhead was inbound.

"Amelia Eleanor Fitzpatrick, you have got to stop wandering off! You are going to kill your poor mother."

The middle-aged woman did not adjust the volume of her complaint as closed she the gap between herself and Amy. Blake took a closer look at her. The family resemblance was clear in her face, but that was where the similarities ended. Amy's mother wore her hair in its natural color, a fiery auburn. She was a bit shorter than her daughter, but made up the difference in stature with a stocky build that thoroughly filled out her one-piece swimsuit. The neckline of the swimsuit plunged to reveal the biggest difference between her and her daughter, or rather, the two biggest differences.

Blake shook his head and tore his eyes away from the older woman's generous cleavage as Amy spoke up. "Mom! I'm an adult! I can go where I want."

"And just what was so urgent that you felt the need to run off like that?"

"Uh, duh. Isn't it obvious? I'm jerking this guy off."

The older woman looked at Blake, seeming to notice him for the first time. Her eyes flicked down to his penis for a moment, then back up at his pink face as her pout transformed into a wide smile. "Oh, hello, dear! I'm Abigail, but you can call me Abby. Or Mrs. Fitzpatrick. Or mommy. Do you want to call me mommy? Would that help? How can I help?"

Any rolled her eyes. "Ugh, Mom! I'm already taking care of him."

Abigail looked at Amy and crossed her arms. "You call that taking care of him? All you're doing is stroking him. He might as well be masturbating! Honestly, honey, you really should have called me over for this, I'm happy to help you."

"Oh my god, Mom! I don't need help. I'm more than capable of draining his balls on my own." She turned back toward Blake, her scowl evaporating. "Isn't that right, hot stuff?"

"Uhm, ah! Y-yeah, you're d-doing -hhah- great, Amy."

Abigail crossed her arms. "Oh honey, he's just being polite. You aren't even showing him anything! Here, I'll get that for you."

"Mom, I don't need you to-" "Wait, ma'am! You don't have to-" Abigail ignored both Amy and Blake's protestations as she reached behind Amy's back and pulled the string of her bikini top. The skull-patterned fabric fell away, revealing Amy's small pink nipples, and her two barbell piercings.

A high-pitched moan bubbled up from Blake's chest, prompting him to slap his hands over his mouth. His blush had spread down to his shoulders, his face was beet-red, and his eyes, which he was unable to tear away from Amy's bare chest, were crinkled with embarrassment. His penis, however, apparently did not get the memo. It remained as hard as a rock, and the moment Amy's top fell away, it spurted out a jet of precum with enough **** that it landed on her flat belly. A few people in the nearby crowd gasped and swooned with delight.

"Aha, see? I knew he wanted to see your chest. It's just like I said the other day, Amy. Boys don't care that they're small. Especially not cute little good boys like this one!"

Amy threw her head back in frustration. "Mom!!! Don't say that! That was a PRIVATE conversation. Also, I could have just taken my top off by myself." Amy pouted as she complained about her mother's coddling. She would have crossed her arms petulantly if her hand was not busy jerking Blake's throbbing penis at a rapidly increasing speed.

Abigail's shoulders slumped. "Oh, honey, I'm just trying to support you. You know how I worry about you. I just want to help, that's all. I know we don't always see eye to eye, but I'm on your team. I want to make this young man cum just as much as you do."

Amy seemed to soften a bit. "Mom, I know you want to help, okay? I just... don't like being coddled. I'm a grown-up. If you want to see this guy's cute little dick firing off a load, you should think about how you can make that happen. Don't interfere with what I'm doing."

"Alright, miss grown-up, alright! I'll do just that." Abigail turned to Blake. "Okay, cupcake! What can Momma Abby do to get those gorgeous balls emptied out?" She barely allowed Blake to begin stammering out a response before interrupting him. "Oh, nevermind, dear! I know what you boys like."

Blake yelped as Abigail gently but firmly grabbed the sides of his head, tilted it to the right, and pulled his face directly into her cleavage. She giggled as she felt him moan into her chest. Losing control of himself, Blake wrapped his arms around Abigail's back and began thrusting into Amy's hand. "Aw, someone likes momma's breasts, doesn't he? Do you like how big and squishy they are? That's a good boy. Snuggle up just like that. Don't be shy, dear, get your face right in there. Uh-oh, I think I feel an earthquake coming on!" Grinning mirthfully, Abigail wrapped her arms around the back of Blake's head, holding it firmly in place, and began vigorously shaking her torso back and forth. Her breasts jiggled wildly against Blake as his face sank deeper into her cleavage.

"Mmph Hmm-mmy!"

"Oh my, was that 'big boobies' I heard? Or was it 'yes, mommy?' Well, whatever it was, I think it means this one's about to pop. Amy, would you... oh!"

Abigail was surprised to find that, without being instructed, Amy had already kneeled down in front of Blake to position her face directly in front of his dribbling cock. It seemed that Amy did have some common sense after all. She beamed with pride.

"Alright, cutie-pie. My daughter is ready for you to blow that adorable load all over her pretty face whenever you feel like it. Are you ready? It's time to cum! Cum for mommy!"

Blake moaned loudly and curled forward, his face disappearing completely into the top of Abigail's swimsuit. Amy cooed and fawned as the first spurt of jizz shot out onto her face, then the next, then the next. Her piercings clacked against each other as she tilted her head to the left, then to the right, and then back to ensure every part of her face got an equal coating of femboy cum. More and more people in the surrounding crowd turned their attention toward the spectacle, which they only seemed to find more adorable as Blake's orgasm continued to drag on. Amy knew she should have closed her eyes to protect them from the ropey onslaught, but she found the sight of Blake's spasming cock and churning balls to be so utterly charming that she kept them open until a spurt of salty semen hit them, first the left, then the right. Even when this happened, she couldn't help but giggle. Abigail simply held Blake in her embrace, allowing the warmth of the moment to spread through her chest, along with Blake's guttural moans.

Blake came back to his senses what felt like a long time later. Where was he? It was dark, warm, and soft. His legs were like jelly, but someone was holding him up. He could hear what sounded like rain, but it was muffled. No wait, not rain, more like... applause?

Oh dear god, no.

Blake grabbed Abigail's shoulders and pulled his head out from between her breasts (which actually took a decent amount of **** given how deeply he was buried between them) to see his worst nightmare. He was standing in front of the older woman he was just motorboating, a young woman was gently toweling a disgustingly large amount of his semen off of her face, and dozens of people were surrounding them, looking at him with his bare flaccid penis hanging out, clapping, cheering, and whistling. A pair of women and a pair of men in the audience were wiping away tears. Eight people were holding their phones up, capturing the moment on film.

"Are you alright, honey? You look dazed."

Amy stood up and looked at Abigail. "Uh, Mom, did you see how much cum he just hosed me down with? That must have been a nutso orgasm. He's probably still recovering."

"Ah, right you are, honey! I'll just set him down gently."

Blake, whose brain was devoting the vast majority of its energy to creating mental pathways capable of processing a new dimension of mortification, obediently allowed himself to be repositioned. Abigail guided him to the ground, and Amy gently tucked his flaccid penis into his bikini bottom as the crowd began to disperse. Once Blake was lying on the ground, staring blankly into the sky, Amy glanced around.

"Uh, where's my top?"

"Hmm, the wind might have blown it away. Let's head downwind and see. Don't worry baby, nobody will have a problem with it once we explain why you took it off. Oh, and honey?"

Amy turned her gaze back up. "Yes, Mom?"

"I'm proud of you. You set your mind to a task, and you accomplished it. You didn't need my help. You would have brought that young man to a satisfying orgasm with or without me."

Despite being topless on a public beach and having just received a truly massive facial in front of a crowd of onlookers, it was her mother's compliment that made Amy blush and look down bashfully. "Wow... thanks, Mom. That means a lot to me. You... you were good too. I mean, I don't think he would have cum nearly as hard without having his head stuffed between those massive ta-tas!"

Amy and Abigail both laughed as they walked into the distance, Amy's head leaning against her mother's shoulder, her tiny tits bouncing freely in the open air. Blake did not register this heartwarming mother-daughter bonding moment in the least. Instead he was preoccupied asking himself a series of questions he had asked himself many, many times before.

Why him? Why did he seem to be the apple of everybody's eye? Was it supposed to make him feel less embarrassed about his body? It only ever seemed to have the opposite effect. Why was it that, ever since his eighteenth birthday, everyone in the world seemed to feel the same way about him having sex as one would feel about a family being reunited? Was it the universe's way of getting him to overcome his intense shyness around all things lewd and improper? Surely there was someone else out there who would make better use of it than stammering and blushing through every new depravity. Most of all, he wondered why it was that ever since that fateful day, every redhead he met seemed so incredibly eager to sexually satisfy him, to the point of being visibly crushed at the thought of his arousal not being catered to at every possible opportunity. Was it God? Did He know about Blake's fetish for red hair and his people-pleasing obsession and decide to kill two birds with one stone? Sometimes he wondered if he had died and gone to hell, or heaven, or both somehow.

He sat there ruminating for a couple of minutes before being brought back to reality by the sound of his friends arriving with the umbrellas, towels, cooler, and other beach essentials. "Hey-hey, Blakey," said Kelly, beaming with excitement, "we're back! Wow, you look really relaxed! I hope you didn't get too bored waiting for us."

Blake slowly turned his head to look at Kelly, Dave, and Lilith. He let out a weary sigh. "No. No, I did not."