Shark Bait – (Heavy Femdom, Shark Girl, Revenge, Age Play, Widower)

Advisory: This story has some heavier nonconsent, some age play, and some revenge sex. It still is loving femdom, but a bit more intense maybe.

I looked at my grill, smiling at the plumping sausages and the hissing of beef patties. The roasted pig and cow flesh filled the backyard. I shut the grill lid. I heard the waves lapping against the nearby dock, felt the cool breeze of the sea against my face. A seagull let out a sharp cry in the distance, joined by others. It reminded me of the first time I had come to this shore, years ago, with my sweet Suko.

I thought back to my wife, and a pang of sadness filled my heart. Suko had been gone for nine years. She had left me with a daughter, Susan, just home from college on break. I had missed her. It had been very lonely the past few years, since she started college.

Suko was killer whale girl, or some say Orca girl. Suko and I certainly preferred the former, especially in the bedroom. Susan’s mother had a mighty appetite, although not nearly as great as her appetite in the bedroom. She would pin me, kiss me, force me inside her strong, milking womanhood. I missed those moments. I missed her lips, her embrace. But I had never, ever sought to replace her.

I took a deep breath and reopened the grill. By the smell and the black char I could tell it was done. I took the meat off metal grates with my tongs, dropping them onto my large plate, and headed into the kitchen. Our house was a typical one for an aquatic family – a two story with an extensive covered dock. Half was on land, and half was over the water, with a water chamber beneath the house called a water cellar for aquatic mamono to enter into and out of, or swim in privacy. Aquatic monstergirls spent a lot of time on land – land being where most things were located – but living in the water was important to them, and so houses needed to be made which could offer both.

Suko and I had built this house twelve years ago. I smiled as I recalled my attempt to carry her across the threshold of the front porch, and after my knees gave out, her suggestion that we swim into the house instead. We did, hand in hand, smiling in the cool water as we crossed through the hatch and into the water cellar. There I was able to ‘carry’ her in my arms, and she threw her arms around my neck as I ‘walked’ into the water cellar. Then, she took me.

She pinned me beneath the surface, pressing her lips to mine, forcing air from her massive lungs into my own, making me depend upon her breath to stay alive. My need for her was total. It…it still was. God, what a memory.

Sadness crept back into my heart, although honestly it never left it, just hid in the shadows sometimes when I was distracted. Losing a wife to cancer is the worst of all things, especially a great girl like Suko. As I held her hand in the hospital and listened to the beeps of that awful equipment, and saw her smile up at me with tired eyes, I knew I could never, ever marry again.

It had been hard, but I had raised our daughter Susan as best as I could. She was in college now. The house was empty, and I was feeling Suko’s loss more and more every day. I was so alone. But not for the next few days, I thought to myself. Susan would be home for the week, back from college. The house would be filled again.

I entered the kitchen and placed the food down on the counter, opening the fridge and getting out the mustard, pickles, relish, ketchup, spicy mustard, mayo, lettuce, and tomato that I always took out. The funny thing is Susan and I both just used ketchup, but for some reason I brought out all this stuff every time. I couldn’t even say it was Suko; she always put A1 steak sauce on her hotdogs and hamburgers, but as I always considered the substance blasphemous I would not carry it.

There was enough food here for a party, a cookout, but then Susan’s appetite was a big as she was. She wasn’t fat, just built like a tank, a woman of muscle just like her mother. I took out paper plates and two bags of potato chips, And prepared to sit in the living room in my wicker chair, near the living pool.

The doorbell rang.

I frowned. “Susan must have forgot her key?” I asked myself. If so, I was happy that this time she hadn’t broken the door down; a panicked twelve year old Susan had done that, once, when the bus had dropped her off and she did not have her key. I smiled at the memory, and walked through the dining room and into the entryway to the house, and opened the thick steel storm door (which nonetheless was dented from the last time Susan forgot her key).

I opened the door, surprised by the blue knockout standing there. I almost gasped before I realized who it was.

It was Baby, Clark’s girl. The Shark girl had filled in nicely – her skin was dark blue on her back, and light blue on her chest. Her tail curled next to her. She was maybe an inch shorter than me, but her intense exercise regimen and natural genetics made her a good deal fitter.

“Baby!” I exclaimed. “Hello, I haven’t seen you in forever.”

She smiled a little, but then narrowed her eyes. “I don’t go by ‘Baby’ anymore,” she said quietly. “It’s Josie.”

“Oh, sorry Josie,” I said. I laughed and shook my head. “Man, It’s been what, two years? I think the last I saw you was the night of graduation.”

“Something like that,” she said quietly.

“Well, if you are looking for Susan, she isn’t home yet,” I said. “I expect her soon. Why don’t you come in? I just finished some hamburgers and hotdogs. There’s enough there for ten men, so I think it should be enough for a hungry Baby Shark and Orca.”

“I’m…I’m not hungry,” she said with a sniff. I noticed her eyes, normally a breathtaking color of frost, were reddened as if from tears.

“You alright?” I asked. “Is anything wrong?”

She stared at me for a moment with a look I couldn’t quite read. “Uh…is Susan home?” she said.

I frowned. “Not yet,” I repeated. She seemed distracted. “But I’m expecting her, soon.”

“Oh…” Josie said. She stared at me, and rubbed her arm nervously. Josie really was a mixture of emotions. The most shy maniac I had ever met, I told her father once as we both laughed. I remember that I took the girls to the amusement park, once, and she was afraid to ride the Ferris wheel, but an hour later was riding the Widow Hunter roller coaster, laughing like a demon the whole way.

“M-maybe I should go…” she said.

“Nonsense!” I said. I grasped her taut bicep and beckoned her in. As I touched her arm, she trembled a little. “Come in and sit down. We’ll wait for her. Would you like something to drink?”

“O-okay,” she said.

I led her into the living room, and showed her inside. Since I had an orca girl daughter, all our furniture was made to accommodate aquatic girls, and our large living pond led down into the water cellar. Josie settled in to the living pond while I grabbed a drink – a cup of seal blood. I never could warm to the stuff, but Orca girls and shark girls love it. I set the drink down in the little basket by the pool, and sat in my wicker armchair, nearby (it helped to have furniture that could get wet and dry easily).

“I see your father often enough at work,” I said, sitting and brushing crumbs off my knee. “I haven’t seen your mother in a few years. How is Gladys, anyway?”

She looked at me with a sudden, intense expression of guilt. “She’s…she’s good. Dad never talks about her at work?”

“He does…” I replied with a grin. “He says since you went to college, she has been bouncing off the walls.”

“Well, that’s pretty normal for her,” Josie said, venturing a smile. Gladys could tend to get a bit frenzied, leading to cleaning jags, cooking jags, and…other jags, as Clark often told me.

She took a sip of her drink. The blood made her smile, as if it were a cup of warm soup.

“So, I am glad to see you…” I said.

Her eyes lit up. “Really?” She asked.

I smiled. “Sure! I mean, you practically lived here during the summer! What fun we used to have…”

“Yeah…” she said, almost sadly.

“We were all really fond of you…Suko thought of you like a daughter.” I sighed, feeling the normal pang as I thought of her.

Josie looked sad. “It was nine years ago, wasn’t it?”

I nodded, forcing a grim smile. “Nine years exactly in two weeks.” I said.

“She was very kind to me,” Josie agreed.

“She loved you, but then she and your mom were great friends. That’s actually how your father and I met, and how he came to work at BiffCo.”

“You’ve told me,” Josie said politely.

I laughed. “I suppose I have. Us old people, we tell the same stories over and over again, but you know that, too. I was always happy to see you and Susan playing together. It reminded me so much of Suko and your mom…”

Josie bit her lower lip and looked away. Her red eyes began to shimmer. She sniffed, and her jaw quivered.

“…Josie?”

“Well, um…” Josie began, her voice breaking. She took a deep breath. “I didn’t think I’d get so emotional saying this. But Susan and I are kinda…not friends anymore.”

I was aware they didn’t hang out together much, but I had thought it was the normal drift of children as they grow into adults. I hadn’t realized it was so emotional.

“What happened?” I asked.

Josie let out a sob, and covered her face.
Standing, I knelt down at the water’s edge, putting my arm on her very toned shoulder. She looked at my hand as it rested on her soft, wet skin. For a moment, another emotion replaced grief: resolve, perhaps. Her tears seemed to dry quickly.

“Well, when we got to college, we hung out all last year. It was great. But then she started hanging around with these Orca girls,” Josie said.

“Oh right, Mika and Nuka. They seem nice.”

Josie’s frosted eyes flashed. “They aren’t nice at all.”

“You don’t get on with them?”

“They don’t much like sharks. I’m surprised you hadn’t heard them talk about it. It’s all they talk about.”

I shrugged. Orca girls and Shark girls tended to not get along well, but that was more of an ‘other side of the Portal’ thing. Over here, nobody cared. “Susan was never brought up like about that. Her mother never, ever bad any patience for it.”

“Well, Susan started acting differently toward me,” Josie said. “Her friends starting giving me grief, and she started joining in. I stopped hanging out with her.”

I frowned. That wasn’t like Susan at all. Susan was as kind-hearted as her mother. But then, she had grown up without an Orca girl role model. “I think maybe you two should talk.”

“I tried. She said I was acting like a jerk to her new friends, and it was me, not them. We haven’t been on speaking terms for a while,” Josie said sadly. “Lately she and her friends have been teasing me. Leaving garbage in front of my dorm room, calling me…”

“Has it all been one-sided?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

Josie shifted. “I’ve been responding, I’ll admit it,” she said. “But she started it! She’s just such a bitch, now!”

“Well…I’ll talk to her,” I said, ignoring that impolitic last remark. “Let me try to understand what happened. You and she were such good friends…”

“It won’t do any good,” Josie said. “Susan hates me. She hates all shark girls.”

“That’s not true,” I replied. “Susan loved you. You were friends. This is just a misunderstanding, I’m sure.”

“I don’t think you understand, Mister Brody,” she said, drawing in air as her fit form trembled. “This has all escalated so much. Yesterday was my presentation in my criminal justice class. Your daughter and her friends came in. They hung me upside-down in the lecture hall, in front of everyone.” Her eyes welled again. “All my friends in my major. She picked me up and dangled me by my ankle. Shark girls can’t breathe when we are like that…” she felt at her gills. “Her friends were laughing, and she wouldn’t stop. I couldn’t breathe.”

There is a certain horror that only a parent can feel, when they hear their child has done wrong, a terrifying sense of profound neglect or mismanagement. It is so easy to be defensive in this state, but looking at the trembling shark girl – a girl I had never known to tremble – I knew she was not lying.

Nevertheless, a man cannot condemn his own child, not without confronting them. “No…” was all I was able to whisper. “Josie…I’m sorry. It has to be some mistake.”

“It’s no mistake, Mister Brody. Over all the years I’ve known Susan, I have never been afraid of her, even with all our fights. Until that moment. At that moment…I didn’t know her anymore. It wasn’t until Mrs. Amerigo came into the class that she put me down. I was supposed to give my presentation, but I just ran right out.”

“You ran out?” I repeated, shocked.

“How could I talk after that? Susan ruined my grade, she ruined my class, and she ruined my reputation with all the other girls in my major. I hate her.”

No parent wants to hear that someone hates their child, and the words were like a dagger. “Josie…” I began.

The shark girl continued, her frost-colored eyes red again, her face a terrifying scowl. Josie’s mother could be pretty fierce when crossed. Suko had gone black Friday shopping with her once, and I had to bail them both out of jail, after Gladys had hip-checked a goblin into a stack of toasters when she took a FibbleKin doll out of Gladys’ cart. Josie was every bit her mother’s daughter. She was very, very dangerous when crossed.

“I hate her so much,” Josie snarled. “She’s so, so nasty. Mean, and smug, and so self-righteous…”

I stared at her with my mouth agape, wondering if I was in danger. she saw, and her face softened.

“Oh, it isn’t you, Mister Brody. You are the sweetest man I ever met. So kindly and gentle. You were a good Dad.”

“You don’t need to say that,” I said, not understanding precisely why she was saying it. “We can talk to Susan together. We can fix this.”

“That’s not why I’m here,” Josie said, sniffling. “We’ll never be friends again, not after yesterday.”

“Well…I guess I don’t understand why you came here, then,” I said. “I don’t want you two fighting. I won’t let you.”

“I don’t plan on fighting her,” she said in a strangely tiny voice. “She’d beat me up. She’s bigger and stronger.”

“Well…listen, I think you really do want to talk to her. Otherwise, why would you be here? Why don’t we wait until she comes home, and we can all talk,” I reiterated. “Your mother and Suko came to blows a few times. It was unpleasant, but…”

“I don’t want to talk to Susan,” Josie said. Her tail swished in the water, and she took a deep, steadying breath. “I figured it out, you see: how I can get even with her.”

Her tone, once sad, was now sharp, confrontational. This was shark girl mentality. Very aggressive, very territorial, and very swift. My eyes darted. I was alone with a very emotional, and very dangerous, half-predator woman. Shark girls generally didn’t attack men they were not interested in, but Josie was very, very emotional.

“Even with her?” I asked. “I’m not sure I like that, Josie.”

Her eyes settled on me. The glaciers within staring at my soul in a manner I did not expect. “Oh, I hope that you will,” she whispered. “You’ve always been really nice to me, Mr. Brody. Very kind. And very sad, too. And so, so sexually pent up…”

I gasped, and standing I retreated a step. “What?”

“Oh don’t deny it. In nine years you’ve never so much as held a hand. I watched you shift your bulge when I was in my bikini at swim practice.”

“Josie!” I exclaimed, horrified that she had noticed what I so strenuously refused to acknowledge.

“You never looked at my tight little ass, Mister Brody?” She taunted, her aggression taking an unexpected turn.

I shook my head vigorously. “I mean, a man sees, and you are pretty…but that’s not a good thing to think about. It isn’t right. I’m too old for you.”

“Not according to the law,” she said. “I’m of legal age, I’m well over legal age. I’m twenty.”

“You aren’t making sense. If you hate Susan, why would you want me?”

She climbed out of the water as swiftly as if she were swimming in it. She was an inch shorter than me, lithe, but Josie was also quite strong, and with her commitment to athletics she was in top shape. I had watched her lift up a car before, to help her Dad change a tire.

She drew in closer, her mouth opened to reveal her sharp teeth in a smile. “That’s exactly why I’m going to take you,” she whispered.

I put out a hand to her shoulder, trying to push her away. I may as well have been pushing against a concrete wall. She moved forward as easily as if she was walking unimpeded, making me slide back until I was up against my armchair.

“Josie!” I said, raising my voice.

“Call me Baby, Mister Brody…”

“Josie, stop!”

“Oh don’t struggle. You’re going to love it,” she growled, pushing me against the arm of the chair.

“No!” I said with a raised voice, although I had to admit my heart was racing, and my mind thinking of possibilities I had never imagined.

My raised voice did little to stop her, and the shark girl was growing more aggressive by the second. The timid, bullied girl was receding, the sharp and ruthless predator emerging.

“It’s time for you to go,” I said, pointing to the door. “You’re not thinking clearly. You’re very upset…”

“I’m not upset. I’m pissed,” Josie said, and her frost colored eyes sparkled with cold passion. “Susan’s owe me, and I intend to collect my debt from her very sweet, very cute father.”

I moved to leave the living room, but a very strong yet delicate webbed hand pushed me gently into my chair, forcing me down with thrust that made my head smack against the cushion. The lithe, fit young shark woman straddled my lap. Her abs were a solid six-pack, her toned shoulders and arms holding me down. Her muscular thighs clutched my waist, pressing my groin up against hers. I saw the hungry gleam in her eyes. I had known enough shark girls in my life to recognize their ‘killer’ instinct activated. Baby was in full feeding frenzy.

“Think, Josie,” I said. “This is a bad idea.”

“I disagree. I think it’s a very good idea. Your daughter beats me up, humiliates me, ruins my grade in class, and so I…” Josie grinned. “Fuck her Daddy. Fuck him until he’s babbling, and she walks right in as I do it…”

I gasped in horror. I struggled, trying to move to free myself. But a shark girl is very, very strong, and my attempts were all futile. She clasped me by the arms with her webbed hands, her muscles slightly bulging as she held me in still. Her full chest was just inches from my face. I turned away and shut my eyes tightly.

“Josie…” I pleaded.

“Call me Baby, Mister Brody…” she corrected. Her lips dangled just above mine. I could feel the breath from her lips, the cool scent of seawater on them, just as they had been on Suko.

“No…No!” I protested, as thoughts of technical infidelity entered my mind. No one was supposed to make me feel these things again. No. It wasn’t right. It…Oh God, how I wanted it…

Baby put a webbed finger to my lips. It melted my resolve. “Yes,” she corrected. Her lips were agonizingly close to mine. “I’m going to fuck you, Mister Brody.”

I opened my mouth to speak, but I did not get any words out. Baby lunged, and her lips pressed against my own. Her tongue invaded my open mouth, and for the first time in ten years, I kissed someone romantically. I made a muffled cry in protest, and squirmed, but the tongue of my daughter’s one-time best friend refused to stop molesting my helpless mouth.

Baby cooed, enjoying the taste of my tongue, and I found my penis stiffening, my manhood pressed against the tight jean shorts of my shark girl rapist. There was no way she couldn’t feel it, and as she did, she let out a high little laugh. I panicked. I wasn’t supposed to feel these things anymore. I was a widower. I was…

She stared down at me with those entrancing frosty eyes, her long black hairs dangling in my eyes as I felt her breath against my face. The scents…the sounds…it had been so long. Just as I had feared, my arousal had emboldened her. The timid, vengeful shark girl was becoming eve more aroused, and her natural ruthlessness was beginning to take over. She would be beyond reason, soon. But maybe, just maybe…I was okay with that. Eager for it. After all, hadn’t it been so long?

No, no I couldn’t. I tried to push her off, but she was much, much stronger than me, and she easily thrust me back into my armchair, knocking the wind from my lungs.

“Naughty, naughty, Mister Brody. You will need to be punished,” Baby said, clicking her tongue with a smirk. “You shall need to make amends.”

She pulled open her blouse, and her light blue breasts sprang out as if under pressure, still held in place by a bikini top. She tugged her top down, and big, full blue breasts with indigo nipples dominated my vision.

“Josie!” I exclaimed.

“I told you,” she growled, palming her breasts in her webbed hands and pressing them together so I could see her amazing cleavage. “It’s Baby.”

Baby thrust her breasts against my face. I shut my eyes and tried to turn away, but the soft, warm orbs pressed against me, pressed against my closed eyes and my cheeks, and I found them so wonderfully warm, covered in little droplets of water and sweat…

“Kiss them,” Baby, my daughter’s former friend, commanded. This shark girl, eighteen years my junior, was in total control of my sexuality. “Worship them.”

I groaned in defeat, which was more than a little tinged with ecstasy. She gasped as she felt the rumble of my deep voice against her trembling chest. God, her tits were so, so soft, and the muscles behind them so tight. Unconsciously, instinctively, I nuzzled, feeling her breasts against the sides of my cheeks. It was wonderful. It had been so long, and the feelings I had suppressed for Baby – idle fancies as I noticed her maturity into adulthood – began to come back to the forefront. I planted my lips between her breasts, against her chest, and kissed her there.

Baby let out a quiet laugh, mostly an exhalation of air, as she looked to the ceiling and thrust my head in deeper against her chest. I turned to my left, kissing her right breast and working my way down her boob to her nipple, enjoying the feel of each section of goose-bump covered skin until I reached her bumpy areola and erect nipple. She stroked my head as I kissed and licked at her smooth nipple, and took it into my mouth. I began to tease it with my tongue, and she yelped and cooed with pleasure.

My heart pounded. Suko’s nipples had not been this sensitive, and I was not prepared for such a reaction. I licked more, even nibbled, making Baby go into a frenzy. He grip became tighter, and her thighs clamped around me. My groin rubbed against her denim short shorts, and in response she ground her crotch into my swelling cock. She was going to fuck me in my armchair. I whimpered in between her boobs, feeling her chest muscles tighten as she clutched me. She took my hands in hers, and held them above my head as she leaned in close to my ear.

“Is there anything hotter than forcing a man to fuck you in his chair? It’s like raping a King on his throne…”

“Mmmmph…Baby…” I began. I was half lost to her amazing breasts and sonorous voice, but I made one final plea before I totally surrendered. “Baby, please…”

She pressed my face back in between her breasts. ” I love when you call me Baby. It makes me wet, and has for years. You don’t even know how long I’ve wanted to fuck my best friend’s sweet father.”

“B-Baby…” I whimpered, nonetheless slavishly licking her left nipple and reveling in every glorious moment. “This is wrong…”

“I don’t care, it’s happening,” she said softly. She leaned in close to me.

“I’m fucking you, Mister Brody,” she whispered. Her breathing became heavy in my ear, traveling into my brain and making all rational thoughts melt. I felt her teeth close on my lobe, applying a bit of pressure and a wonderful pain.

I gasped. A love bite. Oh God, Suka used to do that…I moaned.

Uncovering a secret to my arousal, Baby wasted no time. Soon she was nibbling me again and again – on my face, on my neck. She bit at my lip as she kissed me aggressively. She gnashed against me, her tongue overwhelming me again, her hands taking mine. She squeezed them, and I returned it.

After our kiss broke, she was fully frenzied. “Let’s get these clothes off you…” she slurred, drunk with lust.

She stood, and flipped the recliner lever on the chair. My legs went up and my head back, and as I reeled from the sudden upheaval, her hands went to work. My shirt was off first, then my jeans flew into the air. I was naked, except for my socks and my white underwear.

“Briefs?!” She exclaimed, as if she had uncovered a major, earth shattering secret. “Oh God, how adorable!”

“Adorable?” I repeated, my head swimming.

“It’s so, so hot…you’re all scrunched up, all day…” she licked her lips. “Mmmmm…let’s let everything out…”

My briefs were off a moment later, in her hands. Her eyes lit up as she looked at them, and after taking a long sniff, she tossed them over her shoulder. They landed in the water.

I tried to cover up, but my hands were knocked away swiftly, and Baby’s mischievous face leaned down near my hard penis.

“Oooooooo…” she said. She breathed on me, puckering her lips and letting out a gust of wind against my shaft that made it tremble. “I always knew you would have a nice, thick cock.”

Before I could respond, she knelt down and started licking, kissing, and nibbling at my balls. I groaned with each kiss and lick, yelped with each nibble. Despite the pleasure, I tried to get away, but Baby put her hands on my waist, holding me in place as she settled in to a long makeout session with my balls, leaving my swollen penis throbbing and eager for release. I could only groan as this wonderful torture dragged on, and my shark girl rapist lost herself in kissing and fondling my genitals.

“Does Mister Brody want some release from naughty Baby?” She asked me with a sadistic grin. Her eyes stared up at me from between my legs as her tongue lightly worked over my testicles.

I found myself nodding, unable to stop anymore, unable to fight it. It may be wrong, it may be unwise, it may be all these things, but my body couldn’t take it, and my heart ached for it. “Yes!” I screamed. “Yes, release me!”

She laughed triumphantly, and gnashed her teeth at me.

“Good. But Baby gotta eat, first…”

She put her mouth near my groin, and the hickeys began. She pressed her lips against my skin, nibbled, and sucked. She started on my thighs, then on my stomach, my chest, my neck. Her shark teeth nibbled, never breaking the skin although they obviously could so, so easily. After every hickey, she would kiss the spot softly, tenderly. Josie was so ferocious, so ravenous, that each bite and each kiss only served to inflame my passions more.

She nibbled and kissed her way to my face again, biting my lips and licking me, before plunging her tongue into my mouth.

“Are you ready, Mister Brody?” She asked, her voice a whisper.

“C-call me Quint, please,” I said.

She grinned, and touched my nose with her finger. “Let’s get you in the water, so I can fuck you good and proper.”

I don’t quite recall how we made it into the living pool: if she tossed me, or she carried me, or if I walked, or if I dove. I think, now, that it was the last. I was not being raped, not anymore. I was so horny, so eager, that nothing else mattered. All that was on my mind was that gorgeous, hot shark girl with her amazing body and frost-colored eyes. I do remember her pulling off her shorts and panties, and tossing them over her shoulder into the living room.

We were in the water. She pushed me against the pool’s edge, and wrapped her tail and legs around my lower half, driving her womanhood against my throbbing cock. She stared at me a moment, this woman younger than me, stronger than me, who was in control.

“I’ll let you go right now, if you want,” she whispered, her dark blue lips almost against mine.

“I want this,” I whispered. “I want to fuck you, Josie. I want it.”

With her frost-colored eyes locked on mine, she pushed herself down on my shaft and head. We both stared at each other, crying out in mutual amazement at the sensation as her pussy forced itself over my stiff hardness. She was so tight, and I filled her so snugly, that it was as if I belonged there. She grinded her sex in against my groin, forcing my manhood in, and instinctively I began to thrust.

The sex was overwhelming, for both of us. With every thrust and grind, we both cried out, this amazing pleasure too much for a sad widower and an energetic young woman. Each thrust made her wetter inside, and each grind made me harder.

“Oh God…” I yelled.

“Oh…Oh Quint!” She answered.

Our moans became as intertwined as our bodies, as I thrust into her tight shark pussy and she grinded into me. She held me in place, and I buried my face into her neck, kissing her as she groaned. I kissed her behind the ear, and she growled in frenzy, slamming into me harder, making the waters churn all around us and splash on the wood planks of the living room.

Neither of us could hold out long, could endure such passion. My manhood pulsed within her tight shark pussy, and with a growl she clutched me, pulling me in, her fingernails digging into my back as my arms clutched her. The walls of her pussy quivered, and then, the dam broke.

She came first, and there was no question as to her greater strength when she did. She seized me tightly, holding me immobile, and locked her lips onto mine face, pushing her tongue into my mouth. Utterly captive and my mouth invaded, I erupted inside of her only seconds after.
The pleasure washed over both of us in a storm of ecstasy, throwing us with the same churning passion as the water in which we made love.

I shot load after load into the waiting womb of my young mistress, crying out with as loudly as she did. Yet where my cries were in surrender, in being vanquished and conquered, hers were in victory, her pleasure mixed in reveling as she watched her prey succumb to her amazing body and powerful female sex.

Josie pressed against me with a final cry, and I panted, staring up at my ceiling, trying to catch my breath. I was seeing stars, trying to get a handle on what had just happened. Josie – little Baby Josie – had just fucked me nearly unconscious.

Josie suddenly released me, and I heard movement in the water. I looked down and saw her staring at me guiltily, from the other side of the pool.

I could see what had happened in her face. The fantasy and the reality had collided, and with the frenzy passed and her womb full, she saw me clearly in the light. I wasn’t just the fantasy object anymore, the means to revenge. I was the man she had known all her life.

“What have I done?” she began, running her hand through her hair. She looked at me, her frost-colored eyes, and I saw the timid shark girl again.

“It’s alright,” I said, still panting from our rigorous fucking.

“I…” her eyes searched. She looked at the hickeys she had left along my naked body. “Oh…I’ve bitten you! Look what I’ve done!”

“Baby…” I said, softly.

“I’ve hurt you! I shouldn’t have- Oh God, what did I- I should go…”

“No!” I pleaded, reaching out and taking the webbed hand of my beautiful rapist. She looked at it, and then me, with wide bluish white eyes. “You can’t just leave me, not after this! I…”

She stared at me for a moment, uncomprehending, before she looked in my eyes, and saw. Her impulsive act, her desire for revenge, had awakened things within me. Feelings. Whether or not it was a mistake, it was real now. Her mouth dropped, and she raced into my arms, squeezing me so tightly I could barely breathe.

“I love you, Josie. Tell me that you love me,” I pleaded.

“I love you, Mister…Quint,” she said, hugging me and kissing me on the lips. “I love you. God help me, I love you.”

I felt my heart leap, and we stared at each other in a moment of joy, both of us smiling and letting out a little laugh. It was alright, we were both alright.

I heard the lock on the storm door unlatch. I gasped, and my heart thundered. Susan. Josie pulled away slightly at the noise, and looked in my face. I felt a deep horror; Susan would see this. She would be hurt, and I would hurt my darling little girl.

My pained expression was obvious to Baby. She may have had a shark girl’s ruthlessness, but her heart was solid gold, and seeing my anguish she abandoned her plan for revenge. She put her webbed hand to my face, wordlessly assuring me that everything had changed. Everything.

“What do we do?” She whispered. “Where can I go?”

“Dive,” I said. “The water cellar has an open section near the outer wall. It is coral. Do you remember?”

“I remember,” Josie said hurriedly. She and Susan had spent hours down there in their youth, and she likely knew it better than I did.

We stared at each other a moment, fingers and webbing intertwined, and we hurriedly pressed our lips together, greedily taking one last, ill-advised kiss. But I needed it. It was like a drink of water for a man dying of thirst. As I broke our kiss and saw her shut eyes, I realized she needed it, too.

The door opened.

“Go,” I whispered. “I’ll call you. We’ll figure this out.”

“I love you,” she whispered as she dipped beneath the water.

“I love you, too, Baby,” I said under my breath.

“Dad? Daaad?” Susan called out. The house shook as her big feet stomped through the house.

I looked down. Beneath the water, Josie stared up at me. She was so beautiful, and her white eyes shone like gems in the murky water. With an impish grin, she gave me one final kiss on my cock before she disappeared into the water, making me swell and harden again. I watched as she swam to the dimly pink coral, and through it.

Hastily, I grabbed my underwear from the surface of the water. The rest of my clothes were hopelessly strewn about the room. My initial plan was to remain in the pool until I could beat a hasty retreat upstairs, but then I saw Josie’s Daisy Dukes, resting on the couch, along with her bikini cut panties. This meant that Baby was swimming naked from the waist down in public, but then shark girls were crazy, considered to be the Florida Men of the Monstergirl kingdom.

I dove out of the water, grasping up Josie’s clothes, and hastily stashing them out of sight behind the couch. I put my balled-up, wet underwear in front of my spent cock -an attempt to cover it- just as I heard heavy footsteps. Susan entered the room.

Susan reminded me of her mother so much, that sometimes when I would see her I would almost think for a moment that it was her. Usually that meant a moment of joy, followed by sadness, followed by comfort as I saw Susan and realized that she had a piece of her mother in her, that warmth and gentle strength. But now my first reaction was intense guilt, and shame, to the point where I nearly quailed.

“…Dad?” Susan asked with a frown. Her searching brown eyes saw my extremely naked body, and with a yelp, she held up a hand to shield her view. “What are you doing??”

I cleared my throat. “H-hi Susan, I just was feeling kind of hot,” I said, forcing a laugh. “And I, ah…well…” I felt at my hickies. “I fell into some poison ivy out back, again, so I just stripped, and started scratching…”

I had the advantage that my daughter didn’t want to view her father’s middle aged flesh, and so she didn’t call out the fact that my ‘rash’ was obviously bite marks. “Well, you need to be careful with that, Dad. You’re terribly allergic!”

“I know, I know,” I answered. “I’m going to go upstairs, shower, and put on some ointment. I have dinner out on the counter in the kitchen; it should still be hot.”

“Oooh!” Susan said, rubbing her stomach as she sniffed the food. “Hotdogs and hamburgers, my favorite! Thanks Daddy!”

As I watched my black and white killer whale girl skip to the kitchen singing a happy tune (and rattling the whole house), I took a deep breath, feeling immediate relief. I had at least avoided a scene for the next few hours. I felt a pang of guilt, but quickly put it aside. Time for that later.

I darted upstairs and entered the shower, feeling at each bite mark on my body beneath the hot droplets of water. I could cover them easily enough. In one of the bites – near my thigh – I found a shark tooth very loosely hanging. It didn’t hurt much, and shark girls shed teeth all the time, on account of them regrowing their teeth endlessly their whole lives. I plucked it out and held it out.

A little piece of Josie, that strange mixture of shy, quiet girl and ferocious shark mistress. Beautiful and earnest, kind and fierce. I may not have entered into this relationship willingly, and it may have been sudden, but my feelings were unmistakable. After all, after a decade of feeling no romantic love and sharing no embrace, how could I resist when a gorgeous girl showed up at my door and took me by force, and gave me things I had long missed?

It wasn’t just love and companionship. Baby had dominated me. I had missed that. Suko would push me down, fuck me until I begged her for mercy, then fuck me more. I loved it. Baby was not as big or strong as Suko, but she was even more ferocious. I felt at the small hickies covering my skin, marveling at the level of aggression and care. My penis hardened again. Was that the best sex of my life?

I thought of Suko, and a pang of guilt went through my heart. No, no it wasn’t. Suko was the best. No one else can compare. Suko….my first love. My wife. Buried in a coffin at the bottom of the ocean, yet still in my thoughts every second of every day. What did all of this mean? Why did the world take away my Suko, my sweet Mistress, and leave me all alone, when I so desperately needed her to take care of me?

And Susan…I needed to talk to her. I needed to find out why she was being so mean. What her side was. But God, how could I tell her about what had happened? What would she do? How could I tell her that her own father was raped by her biggest rival, and that he loved it?

I kissed the tooth in my hand, the one article of my young Mistress that I had. Not now, I thought to myself. Not today. But soon, soon I would tell her. For I had finally become Shark Bait.

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19 thoughts on “Shark Bait – (Heavy Femdom, Shark Girl, Revenge, Age Play, Widower)

    1. I dunno, I guess the rapey vibes were way too intense in this one for me?
      And the line : “Why did my Suko, my Mistress, leave me all alone, when I so desperately needed her to take care of me?” really bothers me lol. It’s normal and common to find anything or anyone to blame when grieving, but it sounds so selfish and wrong. Like it’s her fault for getting cancer, dying from it so she won’t be able to get him off anymore and that Jodie… well, raped him, y’know?
      I’m not 100% sure, this story just rubs me the wrong way, despite how well written it is x) Anyway, your site certainly doesn’t lack quality, congrats for the 500k ^^

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      1. Very, very small things can fix a story. Even the nonconsent could be tweaked and softened with maybe six or so sentences. I need to think about that a bit.

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  1. I enjoyed this quite a bit. Personally I would have left the original line about Quint blaming Suko for her death. “Why did my Suko, my Mistress, leave me all alone, when I so desperately needed her to take care of me?” To me it says that he was still incredibly devoted and in love with her but a broken heart misdirects the brain in some self-deprecating ways. It also had shown the flip side of the dominant mamano relationship. A large part of their relationship was of her dominating him obviously in the bedroom but probably of a few other aspects of the relationship that we could only ponder on. He was on his own now raising their daughter and no longer had someone else to depend on for support or guidance.

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    1. Yeah, I was going for anger towards the dead, which is a common thing people experience, but on relfection I think hostility to his departed wife wasn’t a good tone for him when he met someone new. It made it seem like this new, living wife was better because she didn’t die. By changing it to ‘the world’ it makes it clear he loves Suko and his anger is at the nature of life.

      If I had it to redo, I would make Suko a human woman when she died.

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  2. I for one, thoroughly enjoyed the harder femdom, wish he hadn’t given in so quickly.

    Mind I must be that minority voice in the corner, I read this and your Ushi Oni stuff, and demand that the hard femdom continue!

    Gfd is indeed a pleasant mainstay, but I really do like a proper fight/struggle.

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  3. I wish that we got to see what happened afterwards, I feel… denied. And I hate that. Everything else was great except for that last little bit of emotional carthasis of Quint talking with Susan about this whole thing.

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