Blowie 2 Copyright © 2023 by Simon McHardy & Sean Hawker

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Dedicated to whale lover Warn Iverson
 Warn loved Shelia’s big ass. His cock stiffened as he watched her
booty sway hypnotically in the sapphire blue water. A sunbeam
broke through the ocean’s surface and cast speckles of light across
her luscious rump.
“Hey, Shelia. How’s it going?” he asked. He sidled up to her and
laid his flipper on her back.
Shelia glanced at Warn’s rigid cock and rolled her eyes. “Go away,
Warn. You know your nob is too small for me. A girl has needs.”
“Aw, come on, Shelia. I just want a little loving,” Warn begged. “I’ll
be quick.”
“You heard the lady, krill-dick. Scram! Go jerk off into a jellyfish.”
Salim, a massive bull, roared and darted forward, ramming Warn
with his head and sending him into a tailspin. Warn flapped about
wildly as he tried to regain his composure. “Come on, Shelia, let me
give you exactly what you need, baby.”
“Oh, Salim, you’re such an alpha,” Shelia swooned. Salim
mounted the female whale, and she groaned with pleasure as her
cunt sucked in his cock like an eager whore. Warn skulked off to the
sound of the hunky bull pumping streams of cum into Shelia’s
cavernous pussy hole. Life wasn’t fair. All the other blue whales had
eight-to-ten-foot schlongs, and here Warn was, with his pathetic,
two-foot micro dick. He buried his face into his seaweed pillow and
stifled an anguished sob. His balls were so swollen, they’d turned an
even darker shade of blue.
Warn had had just about enough of giving himself flipper wanks
while he thought of Shelia and her big ass. He needed to do
something urgently about his desperate situation. After pondering
most of the night on a solution, he awoke the next morning with a
raging hard-on and an epiphany.
 Warn found Monty building a sandcastle. Monty loved
sandcastles. As he finished the final touches to his most recent
masterpiece, a crab scurried past. Monty flattened the crustacean
with a single slap of his huge flipper. He laughed at the still-
twitching pancake. Sandcastles and violence never failed to give
Monty a boner. His cock was the size of a canoe, and as the
impressive phallus jutted deep into the sand beneath him, he began
to hump the hole vigorously. Warn coughed to get his younger
brother’s attention.
Monty looked up, a dumb grin plastered on his face. “Hey, Warn.
This is my new sandcas… urghhhh, I just spunked. Do you want to
catch some plankton for breakfast? I’m hungry.”
Warn didn’t want to admit to his brother that his micro dick
affected his self-esteem, or that none of the sluts in the pod would let
him anywhere near their pussies. Monty would make fun of Warn if
he discovered the truth, and nothing could be more shameful than
being made fun of by a retard with a big cock. “No, Monty. But I’ve
got a much better idea than breakfast. Let’s go to the beach, rape and
kill some human bitches, and make sandcastles!”
“Yay! Sandcastles, raping, and killing,” Monty shouted. He swam
around in circles, chasing his tail excitedly.
The beach was a few hours away. Warn had seen it before on one
of the rare occasions their dad had taken them on day out as a
family. Monty sulked because he wanted to go and see the penguins,
but Dad insisted they go to the beach instead and perv on human
women sunbathing in skimpy bikinis. After the long swim, the two
whales glided into the bay. They could hear the playful shouts of
humans frolicking along the shore. “It sounds like they’re having
fun, Warn. I want to join in!” Monty said.
 “We’ll join in the fun and games alright, brother. We can pretend
we’re stranded, and when enough hot bitches gather around us, we
can go crazy.” Warn flexed his tail fin and sped towards the beach.
Monty followed close behind. Warn couldn’t wait to rape a woman.
Dad had told him stories about how human cunt was the size of a
blowhole. If that were true, Warn reasoned a blue whale’s two-foot
micro dick would be a good fit. The bitch might even enjoy being
fucked by a blue whale.
The brothers reached the shallows and allowed the roiling waves
to push them to shore. Warn noticed a hot blonde babe splashing in
the surf and swam towards her. “Oh no, help, we are stranded,” he
cried out.
“Help! Whales!” the buxom blonde yelled to her friends. She
waved her hands in alarm, and Warn became aroused as her juicy
breasts began to jiggle.
“Yes, we are whales. Stranded whales!” Warn said.
“We’re here to make sandcastles and kill people,” Monty added.
Fortunately, these humans didn’t understand whale speech.
More humans ran down to the water’s edge to assist the helpless
mammals. Lifeguards barked instructions and attempted to control
the crowd, but nobody listened. A middle-aged woman with long,
black hair, massive jugs, and a bikini that barely concealed her
plump cunt tenderly stroked Warn’s flank. “Someone please call
Greenpeace,” she said. Warn’s cock stiffened from her soothing
caress. He tried to wriggle closer to get a better view of her camel
toe, but the tide suddenly pulled him back out. By the time he
returned, other humans had engulfed her.
“This whale is cross-eyed. He looks retarded.” A man in bright red
budgie smugglers stared at Monty. Monty smiled back at the man.
 “What’s that?” a topless woman with pert, pale titties and a visible
tan line from her bra pointed at Monty’s growing cock.
“It’s a giant, erect penis,” the man replied, matter-of-factly.
“Beached whales can become aroused due to stress and fear. I
watched a nature documentary about it once.”
The young woman raised an eyebrow. She couldn’t take her eyes
off Monty’s magnificent free willy. Dozens of humans surrounded
the whales. The men prodded and poked them. “I think this little
one is a female,” a man with one leg jeered, stabbing a finger at
Warn’s not-so-impressive phallus.
“Fucking rape and kill everyone!” Monty cheered.
“Not yet, Monty. Greenpeace are on the way. There will be even
more bitches to pump!” Warn splashed around in the surf, making
distressed noises. Two Greenpeace volunteers ran onto the beach,
pushing their whale rescue boats. The crowd parted to let them
through. “I’m so relieved you’re here, officers,” the black-haired,
busty woman said. She clasped her hands against her ample bosom.
“Quick, everyone. Push the whales out to sea. The tide is low,” the
male Greenpeacer with dreadlocks and a green bandanna said. His
colleague, a woman with hairy armpits and flat tits, splashed a
bucket of water over the backs of Warn and Monty to keep them cool
under the hot sun. Several sympathetic humans prepared to harness
the whales with ropes.
“They are throwing water at me, Warn,” Monty said. “Can I kill
them now?”
Warn glanced around. Enough bitches were crowded onto the
beach for him to empty his balls into. “Yes, Monty, let’s do it.” A
misty spray burst forth from his blowhole.
 “Yay! Sandcastles, raping, and killing,” Monty beamed. He
thrashed his tail. The mob around him staggered back and turned to
run.
“This one’s getting aggressive,” the female Greenpeacer said.
“Everyone move away. Give them plenty of room.”
“Rape them all!” Warn shouted. He shimmied towards the closest
cluster of hot babes in revealing bikinis. The heady scent of their
shaved cunts and bleached assholes drove him into a lust frenzy.
The blonde with jiggly titties had a pussy that smelled strongly of
brine and crabmeat, so Warn grabbed her leg in his mouth and
threw her to the ground. The men had already fled and disappeared
among the coconut palms. The women were left alone on the beach,
frozen with panic and crying. Warn ripped off the blonde babe’s
bikini bottoms and, supporting himself on his flippers, straddled her
missionary style. “She’s a fighter,” he said as she struggled beneath
his weight, kicking, and hitting him with her fists. “Take my dick,
you whore!”
Warn shoved two-feet of abrasive whale cock into the woman’s
sand-covered cunt. “Fuck, she’s a tight squeeze,” he groaned.
“Shelia’s snatch is a sea cave compared to this bitch.” He pounded
the woman’s pussy relentlessly. She tried to bite him in a desperate
attempt to survive. “Take that, and that, and that!” he grunted whilst
drilling into her like a blubbery jackhammer.
Her eyes rolled over white as his cock smashed her insides to a
bloody pulp. A grotesque cacophony of gurgles bubbled from her
mouth as Warn’s prick punched all the way through her internal
organs and bulged in her throat. Blood spewed from her nostrils and
ears as the cock continued its course up through her head and
punctured her brain.
“Fuck her harder, Warn, fuck her harder.” Monty cheered him on.
 “Stop watching me. Go rape and kill your own bitches!” Monty’s
boner was full of blood, and he used his cock as a pogo stick to
bounce along the beach towards a terrified horde of scantily clad
women. The tightness of the blonde’s cunt was unbelievable, and
Warn was ready to blow his first load of the day.
“H-h-h-help me, p-p-please,” the woman, on the verge of brain
death, begged.
“Shut the fuck up, you slut. You haven’t felt nothing yet.” Warn
slapped her tits with his flipper. He increased the force and rhythm
of his thrusts, and visions of a sneering Salim humping Shelia ran
across his mind’s eye.
With a pelvis-cracking shove, Warn slammed into the blonde’s
decimated pussy so ferociously that only her feet and tits were left
sticking out of the sand. A wave of euphoria flooded his body as he
released a river of hot spunk into the dead woman’s cunt. He
flopped off the corpse and slithered along the beach to search for
another victim.
Monty cornered a group of sexy teenage girls against the seawall.
“Please don’t hurt us,” one of the teen hotties with braces and perky
breasts pleaded.
“I love sandcastles, raping, and killing!” Monty giggled. “Such
fun!” The teenagers scattered in different directions. Monty pogoed
after the slowest girl, pounced, and flattened her. Her guts burst
from her ruptured torso and splattered across the sand. “Oops, I
squished her like a shrimp, Warn.”
“Stop messing around, Monty, and rape a bitch!” Warn replied.
Monty bounced towards a sexy, petite teen brunette and quickly
caught up to her. He smacked her ass with his flipper and sent her
flying into a tree trunk. She toppled to the ground, a crumpled mess.
Monty nudged her ass with his nose, and she opened her eyes,
dazed. “Hi,” Monty said.
The teenager’s face twisted in terror. She grabbed a fallen coconut
and held it out in front of her like a weapon. “Don’t come any
closer,” she sobbed. Monty batted the fruit away and used his large,
fleshy tongue to yank her bikini down around her ankles. Her pussy
was as hairy as the coconut. “Get away from me! Help, please!
Someone!” she screamed.
Monty struck the girl upside the head and mounted her from
behind. “Hey, Warn, can I rape her up the ass?”
“Sure,” his brother replied. Warn didn’t really care which hole
Monty fucked; he was already balls deep in a second helpless,
petrified whore.
Monty jammed his enormous cock into the teen’s dry asshole. She
wheezed out a death rattle as the missile-like dick destroyed her
intestines. Warn had never heard that sound before, and he liked it.
“How does that bitch’s asshole feel, Monty?” he asked.
“My willy is going in easier now she’s just pooped all over it,”
Monty replied. “Yippee!”
Warn smiled, proud of his little brother. He continued to hammer
the bitch pressed beneath him. The dreadlocked Greenpeacer rushed
over to her aid and proceeded to hit Warn with the empty bucket.
Warn lashed out with his tail. The would-be hero took a knockout
blow to the temple and crashed to the sand, foaming at the mouth in
an epileptic seizure. Warn could feel a second orgasm building, and
he fucked the broken whore harder and harder. Monty pogoed over
and flattened the woman’s head with his cock. Her skull caved in
like a deflated soccer ball. “What the fuck, Monty, you spaz!”
 “Her head went squish!” Monty sang, bouncing up and down.
Warn scanned the blood-soaked beach. Bodies littered the sand.
There were squashed corpses of naked females everywhere.
“You’ve killed all the bitches before I got a chance to rape them,
Monty.”
“I’m sorry,” Monty whimpered, his bottom lip trembling. “I
couldn’t control myself. Can I make sandcastles now?”
Warn hadn’t yet had his fill of human cunt. His balls still ached.
“Sandcastles can wait. I need to rape more bitches. Since you’ve
killed them all, let’s go into town. Apparently, that’s where humans
live. There’s bound to be more bitches there.”
The car park was full of revving engines. People were desperate to
flee the carnage, but the sudden surge of retreating vehicles had
resulted in a traffic jam. Warn and Monty tapped on car windows
and asked the passengers to come out to be raped. They refused, so
the whales jumped onto the car roofs and crushed them, killing the
screaming people trapped inside. At the entrance of the beach car
park, a billboard advertised a water park. “Oh my Cod, look at the
size of that!” Monty said. He pointed his flipper at the picture of a
large, inflatable castle floating in a pool of water. “I want to go there,
Warn. Can we, can we, pleasssseee?”
“Ok, ok, calm down. The arrow says it’s this way.” Maybe the
castle would distract Monty long enough for Warn to fuck a load
more bitches before his brother went into a retard rage and killed
them. He looked around the car park and spotted a boat trailer with
a boat on it. “Monty, shove that boat off its trailer and push me
down the road to the park.”
Monty boner-bounced over to the boat and swiped it onto the
ground. Warn shuffled onto the trailer. He couldn’t wait to get
going. He lusted for more raped cunt and smirked at the thought of
telling Shelia all about how human bitches had tighter holes than she
did. No more chasing after giant, loose whale pussy for him. From
now on, only human pussy would suffice. And none of these bitches
complained about his micro dick either.
Monty wheeled the trailer down the street as if he was pushing a
shopping cart. People milling about town stopped and stared at the
peculiar sight of a blue whale shoving a trailer, with another blue
whale lying over it, along the main street. Warn’s balls throbbed,
desperate to be emptied. He needed to cum again into the cunt of
another bitch soon. “I can see the water park, Warn. Oh my, it looks
like such fun!” Monty shouted. Colorful hydro slides appeared in
the distance, and the screams of excited children filled the air.
“Hurry up, Monty. Hurry.” The trailer busted through the park
gates. “Take me to that pool over there. I’m gonna rape so many
bitches I’ll go blind from cumming!”
“Oh my Cod,” Monty shrieked as he spotted the castle floating
majestically on the water’s surface. Children clambered all over the
giant inflatable, scaling its towers and turrets and jumping off the
walls into the pool. “It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” He
bounced towards the water, leaving a trail of pre-cum behind him.
Warn rolled off the trailer and pushed himself down to the pool.
Hundreds of hot women swam and bobbed around in the sparkling
water, still oblivious to the blue whale approaching them. A man
suddenly screamed, “Look, it’s a fucking whale!” and scrabbled out
of the pool. Warn’s cock was salivating for sluts.
“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” Warn shouted. He snatched up a
slim redhead and tore away her swimsuit. She had a bald cunt and
Warn forced his cock into it. The woman cried out as the whale
savagely pumped into the stretched hole. His balls swelled and
exploded gallon after gallon of cum inside her. The high pressure
jizz spray ripped her head from her body. The head shot through the
air like a cannonball and landed beyond the water park fence. Warn
shuddered with relief. All the other women, their ashen faces locked
in expressions of utter dread, bolted from the pool. Warn slapped
them back into the water with such force that several swimsuits and
bikinis flew off, revealing a plethora of glorious titties and heavenly
pussies.
Monty balanced on his tail in the middle of the pool and fucked
the castle’s drawbridge. His tree trunk cock bunted crying kids and
sent them spinning down the slides. The retarded whale howled
with laughter.
Warn grabbed a plump beauty nearly stripped of her pink
swimsuit. She looked like Shelia, but with bigger tits. “Suck my cock,
whore!” Warn demanded. He smashed a gaping hole into her face
with the blunt head of his two-foot prick. “Ooh yeah, baby, that’s
just how I like it. I’m gonna cum!” Warn spunked hard into her
head. A chunky, pink mix of whale jizz and human brain matter
splatted into the water.
“Look at me, Warn, look at me,” Monty bellowed. Several terrified
children clung to his cock. “I’m squashing children and fucking a
castle!”
“Well done, Monty,” Warn said, shaking his head. His attention
was drawn to a hottie in a g-string. She stood trembling in the
shallow end of the pool. Warn swam towards her. He lined up his
cock with her cunt and prepared to strike.
“Oh no, my willy feels funny, Warn.” Monty was thrusting so
hard into the castle, a small child smashed against the wall and
disappeared head first into the whale’s dick hole. Only her legs
remained outside of the massive phallus, kicking the air helplessly.
Monty’s cock had grown even bigger and was vibrating. His balls
suddenly retracted into his body. The vibrations increased; the castle
rocked and shook. Dead children floated face down in the water like
bloated, purple turds.
A torrent of cum erupted from Monty’s cock. The kid buried
inside his dick blasted into the sky. Warn and Monty watched as the
tiny, screaming projectile disappeared amongst the clouds. “There
she blows,” Warn shouted. Monty turned belly up and panted
heavily. His cock continued to dribble cum over the corpses of the
children floating nearby. Both swimming pools were now murky
quagmires of whale semen and blood. “Come on, Monty, it’s time to
go.”
The whales clambered out of the pools and looked at each other.
“Umm, how are we going to get home?” Monty asked. He stared
down at his slowly deflating cock.
“We’re not going home yet, brother.”
“But I’m hungry, Warn. And I need a nap.” The blue whale
yawned sleepily.
“That can wait for now. We’re going to Florida.”
“Florida?”
“Yep. We’re going to rescue Dad from Sea World.”
“What’s Sea World?”
“It’s a horrible place, Monty. You remember Ol’ Kenny the killer
whale? He told me all about it. He said he was finally set free from
there when some nasty humans caught Dad in a net and took him
prisoner. We have to go there and break him out!”
Monty looked unnerved. “I’m scared, Warn. I don’t think we
should go. What if the nasty humans catch us in a net too?”
 “Don’t be such a pussy, brother. Besides, don’t you want to fuck
the sexiest castle in the whole wide world?”
Monty’s eyes widened. He began to stroke his growing cock with
his flipper. “Uh-huh,” he replied.
“Well, a long time ago I remember Dad telling me about another
place in Florida called Disney World. Some bitch called Cinderella
lives there in a magical castle… and I really want to rape that bitch,
Monty!”
“And I can really fuck her magical castle too?”
“Of course. You can cum all over the fucking thing if you want.”
Monty’s cock spasmed and ballooned in size. He clapped his
flippers in delight. “Yippee!”
Simon McHardy is the author of the infamous MOTHER MAGGOT.
He lives a reclusive life in Tasmania Australia.

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 Sean Hawker writes depraved splatterpunk novellas, novelettes,
and short stories. He's won a couple awards for his literary filth. He
lives in Gloucestershire, England with two albinos and a midget.

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