Lesbian Megalodon Shark Lifeguard Summer Butt Hunt - (Classic Tingler Revisited)

it is that time of year buckaroos, that long moment between christmas hoiday and new years where everything seems to enter a strange limbo of cold nothing. well of course it is not ACTUALLY nothing, i have peeked at nothingness before (name of THE VOID) and it is no dang fun, so that is a bit of an exaggeration because life trots on and there is still plenty of fun to be had.

in fact, it is ALL a bit of an exaggeration. the world has not stopped and the cold is no more bitter than before, but there is a MOOD to this time that i cannot deny. every buckaroo i talk to has the same feeling of 'what the heck now?' some find it relaxing but old chuck does not. i say 'i am done with the snow lets get some sun back now'

with that in mind i thought i would be nice to post this classic tingler LESBIAN MEGALODON SHARK LIFEGUARD SUMMER BUTT HUNT, which is part of recent ladybuck on ladybuck audiobook that just came out. this is actually a favorite tingler of mine because it is relatively new but still has a pretty REMARKABLE PLACE in the tingleverse canon thanks to one thing: thats a dang good title

honestly i spend a lot of time coming up with tingler titles and this one just heckin sings

i tend to think of art in TWO CAMPS. first is art that digs deep and shows us the harsh truths of our world, second is art that helps us escape that some world and not think about it for a while. of course, there is plenty of art that doe both to some degree, but in this case i think a little summer butt hunt is exactly what we need to escape the post holiday blues. lets trot buckaroos please enjoy

Summer is here, and Jenny can’t wait to hit the local community pool. It’s her first day back in the water, and she’s thrilled to see all of the new faces this year.

When she notices the new lifeguard, a beautiful ancient megalodon shark named Beeba, Jenny is entranced, which causes her to drown. Fortunately, Beeba is there to rescue Jenny, sparking a lesbian summer fling that will place Jenny at the center of a new poolside tradition… the summer butt hunt.

This erotic tale is 4,200 words of sizzling human on lesbian megalodon action and hardcore sentient prehistoric creature love.

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LESBIAN MEGALODON SHARK LIFEGUARD SUMMER BUTT HUNT

By Chuck Tingle

I open my eyes slowly, brought into consciousness by the flickering lights that dance their way across the darkness of my closed eyelids. A smile works its way across my face as I begin to understand the world that I’m now returning to, appreciating the warm sunlight on my skin as it streams through the bedroom window next to me. The window is cracked open a bit, and outside I can hear the breeze rustling through the trees, along with the sound of sprinklers. Farther off, I can hear the joyful noise of kids yelling and screaming with excitement as they begin their adventures for the day.

It’s officially summer.

I climb out of bed and pull on some clothes, then head out into the living room of my small but cozy home. I rent this place with my roommate, Amanda, and although it’s a little far out in the suburbs for our taste, there’s also something very nice about the quiet and quant atmosphere when you get this far away from downtown.

“Hey!” my friend offers, kicked back on the couch with a bowl of cereal in her lap as she gazes out into the front yard. “Look at this.”

“Beautiful, right?” I offer in return, flopping down on the couch next to her.

Amanda instinctively passes me her bowl and I take a large bite, returning it back to her as I chew graciously and swallow the breakfast treat. She always gets the most ridiculous flavors, overflowing with cinnamon and sugar, but in this moment I’m perfectly happy to appreciate a single hearty bite.

We sit in silence for a bit, just appreciating the calm sights and sounds in the neighborhood. Even without these particular senses there’s still a feeling in the air, a distinct change between today and the day that came before it.

“First day of summer,” Amanda finally says. It’s true, although quantifying it wasn’t completely necessary. It’s just something we both knew.

It’s not just a change on the calendar, either. While Amanda’s assertion is true in a very technical sense, it’s also apparent in the weather. All this week the sky had been covered in dark clouds, a brutal storm raging down on us and a cold snap whipping through the city for days. In the midst of it, it felt like this time would never end, but now here we are with blue skies above and not a care in the world.

“What do you wanna do today?” I question.

My roommate glances over at me and smiles. “Are you kidding me? The pool just opened.”

My heart skips a beat as I hear this. If there’s one thing I love about summer, it’s spending time at the pool.

“What are we waiting for?” I reply. “Let’s go!”

Amanda and I jump to our feet and head back to our respective rooms, hurrying to get changed and packing bags with sunscreen, water and something to read. Once we’re both ready to go we reconvene in the living room and then head outside.

Our walk to the neighborhood pool is short, but during the time it takes to get there we get an enormous helping of all that the first day of summer has to offer. Ice cream trucks roll by as they ring out with a jangly tune, dogs bark excitedly and branches creek from the weight of swings that hang from their boughs.

It’s not long before this sensory parade is joined by another distinct sound, one of splashing and cheering. There’s a strange, subtle difference to the way these cries carry out to us, our minds automatically aware that the sonic vibrations are bouncing off the surface of cool water.

This pool has been in the neighborhood for a long time, and while it’s not completely public, the membership fees are low enough that almost anyone who wants to be here can afford it. They do a great job of maintaining the grounds, and keeping everyone safe and happy, and it has certainly become a staple of the warmer months around here.

Looks like we’ve picked the perfect time to arrive, too, as it’s currently an adults only swim.

The pool is surrounded by a light brown wooden fence, tanned by the sun and giving off a faint, pleasant scent of hot wood. Within this fence is a door, and my roommate and I pass through it with ease, flashing our membership passes to a girl working security.

The second we enter, I feel an overwhelming wave of happiness and nostalgia wash over me. I couldn’t be more thrilled to be here.

Amanda immediately heads over and snags us two lounge chairs at the far end of the pool. We lay out our towels and drop off our supplies, then immediately head to the edge of the shimmering turquoise water. I gaze down at it for a moment, appreciating the way the sunlight dances across its surface, then finally take the plunge and dive into the deep, cool water.

The sensation is one of instant relief, my body falling into a state of deep relaxation as I float here completely submerged. I allow my muscles to relax and the water take me where it will, hovering in this wonderfully empty space. Eventually I open my eyes and take a look around, making note of all the gently kicking legs as they keep everyone else’s head above the water.

Soon enough, one of these leg pairs begins moving toward me. I swim back to the top and break through the surface to find my friend, Amanda.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” she offers.

“Isn’t this the best?” I reply.

“Looks like there’s a lot of new members this year, too,” Amanda continues, gazing around the pool at the other swimmers.

My eyes begin to drift, making their way from face to face in search of those familiar and those I’ve yet to meet. Eventually, my eyes wander up to the lifeguard tower, and it’s then they abruptly stop in a state of utter shock and awe.

“Oh my god,” I blurt, the words dripping limply from my lips. “Who is that?”

There, sitting atop the tower, is the most beautiful prehistoric shark I’ve ever seen. She’s a megalodon, a skillful hunter with several rows of enormous razor-sharp teeth, but there’s also something about her to puts me at ease. She’s powerful, that’s for sure, but as she sits there in the lifeguard chair I get the distinct impression that she’s a loving, caring soul who would be incredibly easy to get along with.

Of course, that’s a lot to assume from just looking at someone. I know that I’m being ridiculous, and I make an attempt to pull my eyes away from this gorgeous ancient creature. However, her toned body is just too hypnotizing for me to dispel the blossoming feelings within the pit of my stomach.

It’s only when Amanda calls out my name that I break from the trance.

“Jenny… Hey! Jenny!” my roommate shouts until I blink a few times and then turn my attention back to her.

“Sorry about that,” I gush. “I don’t know what happened.”

“Are you okay?” she continues. “You started to sink under the water.”

“I’m fine,” I assure my friend, thankful for her concern but brushing it aside. “I just got distracted for a second.”

Amanda raises a single eyebrow at me but takes me at my word, swimming away once more and leaving me to float.

The second Amanda is gone I can’t help but turn my attention back to the beautiful megalodon lifeguard, my eyes locking onto her once again. Those same overwhelming feelings of ache and desire begin to swim through my body, flooding my mind with visions of what it might be like for this gorgeous prehistoric predator to notice me.

I can feel the trance overwhelming my conscious mind once again as I dream of our first date, the two of us laughing together while we head out to the drive-in theater and then continue on to Lover’s Lane atop the distant hillside. There’s a spectacular view of the city up there, and from this point the beautiful megalodon lifeguard and me would gaze out at the twinkling city lights below, listening to the radio as it graces our ears with only the most powerful love songs.

I can see it all so clearly in my mind, but as I sit right here in the driver’s seat my vision begins to fade. The lights down below are growing darker and darker, until eventually they disappear completely. I glance around and realize that I’m now is some strange, vacant space, completely surrounded by blackness.

“What the fuck?” I question aloud, glancing back and forth as I struggle to remember how I got here.

Suddenly, the world comes rushing back to me in a flash. I sit upright and spew forth an enormous mouthful of water, coughing loudly as a crowd around me begins to cheer.

“You’re gonna be fine. You’re gonna be fine,” a voice repeats to me over and over again, the peaceful mantra helping to relax my senses as I struggle to understand what’s happening.

“Where am I?” I stammer.

“You’re at the pool,” the voice continues. “You sunk to the bottom. You we’re drowning, but you’re safe now.”

I suddenly realize what’s happened and find myself simultaneously flooded with relief and embarrassment. I’d been so overwhelmed by my attraction to the megalodon lifeguard that I’d forgotten to swim, sinking to the bottom of the pool and swallowing and incredible amount of water.

I’m lucky someone was paying enough attention to save me.

I turn to thank my savior and then stop abruptly when I realize who it is that’s brought me back from the brink of death: the prehistoric megalodon lifeguard.

“Oh, hey,” is all that I can think to say.

The giant ancient shark smiles. “Hey,” is all that she offers in return, her expression telling me more than her words ever could.

Of course, It’s entirely possible that I’m reading way too much into this. I don’t know what makes me think this infatuation could possibly be mutual, but the longer we gaze into one another’s eyes, the more I begin to realize that this potent feeling is likely not a one way street.

The crowd begins to clear, but the megalodon and I are still staring at one another, not saying a word.

“I’m Beeba,” the prehistoric creature finally informs me.

“Jenny,” I counter, introducing myself. “You’re the new lifeguard.”

The megalodon shark laughs. “What gave me away? Saving your life?”

Now we’re both cracking up as the erotic tension between us is released. The shift is sudden, but welcome, as I find myself going from infatuated and anxiety ridden to strangely comfortable and warm. Beeba’s presence is now putting me at ease and making me feel safe.

I guess that’s why she makes such a good lifeguard.

The prehistoric shark climbs to her feet and then helps me up. “Stay safe,” she offers, then turns to leave.

“Wait!” I cry out, stopping her in her tracks. “You want to… I don’t know… spend some time together?”

The megalodon smiles with her long, sharp teeth. “I would if I could,” she admits, “but I’m still on the clock.” Beeba motions toward her lifeguarding chair, which causes me to nod with reluctant understanding.

However, the ancient shark hesitates before continuing on.

“I’ll be off later tonight,” she finally continues. “You should come back here and meet me.”

“Okay,” I blurt, trying to be cool and causal but coming off as bluntly eager.

Fortunately, this doesn’t seem to creep out the prehistoric shark, making her crack a playful smile instead. “I’m looking forward to it,” she finishes with a playful wink before strolling away.

When I return to the pool later that evening the sun has long since dipped below the horizon line, taking me from a perfect summer day to a beautiful, warm summer night. I can hear crickets chirping in the woods and the water lapping softly as I approach the pool area, pushing open the fence door and closing it behind me.

“You made it!” Beeba calls out, smiling wide as she approaches.

The megalodon shark wraps her arms around me and pulls me close, the embrace immediately sending a shockwave of arousal through my body. Before I have a chance to fully melt in her arms, however, the beautiful aquatic predator steps back.

“I’ve got a training exercise I need to run,” Beeba continues. “Think you’d like to help me with it?”

“Oh, sure,” I stammer, taken off guard a little bit but certainly up for the challenge. “What do you need me to do?”

“It’s kinda like a search and rescue exercise,” the gorgeous megalodon begins to explain, strolling along the edge of the pool as she talks. The light from the water casts up at her as she moves, causing a beautiful rippling pattern to dance its way across her perfectly toned body. “It’s called a butt hunt.”

“A butt hunt?” I repeat back to Beeba, confused.

“That’s right,” she replies with a nod. “I need you to get in the water and then pop your buns up so they’re just barely breaking the surface. Like two beautiful, round islands.”

My heart begins to race as I hear this, feeling that powerful erotic tension once again as it builds between us.

“And then what,” I coo, offering up a playful wink. “What happens when you find the butt you’re looking for?”

“I think you know,” she replies.

Without another word, I stroll to the edge of the pool, tearing away my clothing as I go. I work fast, and by the time I’ve reached the edge I’m completely naked, surrounded by piles of fabric that had once clung to my form. I take one last seductive glance at the prehistoric shark behind me and then dive into the cool water, taking careful note of the way that it feels as it surrounds me and envelopes my sun-kissed skin.

I swim out a bit until I’m positioned directly in the middle of the swimming pool, then take a deep breath and dive under. I adjust my weight, putting my head down and popping my ass out behind me. It takes a moment to maneuver into the correct position, but soon enough I’ve arranged it so that my rump is the only part of me breaking through the surface tension.

Moments later, I hear a splash.

I glance around underwater, trying to spot the beautiful ancient shark, but her skills as a predator make her nearly undetectable.

Eventually, I simply give up on my search, closing my eyes tight and letting this evening take whatever course it may. Instead of visual stimulation, I let my body take over, allowing myself to attain an incredibly precise awareness of the liquid around me. I begin to detect subtle shifts, taking note of the way the teeny, tiny waves wash against my exposed skin.

Still, Beeba is better at hiding then I am searching, and as she rears up behind me I realize that I wouldn’t have had time to get out of there even if I wanted too. Fortunately, I’m more than happy to be right here in the pool with my beautiful prehistoric lover.

The next thing I know I can feel a pair of strong, feminine hands on my exposed rump, gripping me tightly. Moments later, the megalodon’s tongue plunges deep into my asshole, causing a startled gasp to escape my throat as a flurry of bubbles rush upward around my mouth.

I knew we we’re in for a hot and heavy evening, but I hadn’t expected things to get started so quickly. Still, this abrupt dive into a hardcore ass eating encounter makes perfect sense for a beautiful prehistoric shark like this.

I relax a bit as Beeba’s tongue drives deeper and deeper into my asshole, eating out my butt with ferocious enthusiasm. The megalodon begins to pull me back and forth through the water, the splashing waves that we create only adding to the excitement of the moment.

Eventually, however, I’m forced to pull back up for air, lifting my body out of the cool liquid and turning around to face Beeba. The two of us begin to kiss passionately, half submerged as our hands work their way across one another’s bodies. I lower my feet to discover that we’ve ended up in the shallow end, allowing me plenty of room to stand up straight and comfortably enjoy this moment of lust with my beautiful megalodon lover.

It seems a little strange starting over like this, suddenly slowing things down and taking our time, but now that the butt hunt is over it appears that stage in the courting ritual is completed. The ancient hunter has found her mark, and now the two of us can discover each other on much more intimate terms.

I don’t mind, so long as we get back to the butt stuff eventually.

I begin to caress the beautiful ancient shark’s body, working my hands across her gorgeous form as my attention drifts lower and lower. I make my way over her gorgeous megalodon breasts, appreciating the topography of her form before continuing onward. My hands move down onto her toned stomach, then hesitate.

I tease her like this for a good while, playfully tracing my fingers across her waistline below the water. I can feel the megalodon’s body aching for more, trembling with lustful desperation, but I still hold back. I’m enjoying this moment of power, the human in the water now strangely in control of the enormous prehistoric shark next to her.

“Please,” Beeba whimpers in my ear, “I need it so bad.”

“Need what?” I coo in return.

“You,” she gushes.

Finally, I have mercy, dropping my touch just the slightest bit and brushing my fingers gently across her megalodon pussy. Beeba lets out a soft moan as I begin to work her, pumping her hips back against my hand in time with its movements. I can tell that she’s enjoying herself, and it’s not long before the two of us fall into a pleasant rhythm together.

Eventually, I slip two digits within Beeba, filing her up while continuing to rub her aching clit with my other hand. The prehistoric shark closes her eyes tight and keeps moaning, biting her lip so that her razor sharp teeth can be seen over the edge.

I work Beeba like this for a good while, but it’s not long before my desire to elevate things takes hold. I begin to push her back slightly, maneuvering the two of us through the shallow end of the pool until, eventually, we arrive at the wall. It’s here that I put my hands around the megalodon’s waist, hoisting her up out of the water and setting her on the ledge.

The ancient shark spreads her legs so that I can get a better view, opening herself up to me completely. I don’t hesitate, diving into her pussy with ravenous enthusiasm. I begin to lap away at her as Beeba leans back and finds a relaxed position. She reaches down with one fin and places it against the back of my head, holding me here while I diligently continue my work.

“Just like that, just like that,” the enormous ancient lifeguard begins to groan, repeating the words over and over again as the pleasure within the pit of her stomach builds. With every passing round her cries grow louder and louder, until she’s screaming out at the top of her lungs, her megalodon voice carrying across the water. “Just like that! Just like that!”

I continue to lick her but also return my fingers within, pumping in a smooth, steady motion that matches the rhythm of my tongue. I can feel the beautiful megalodon starting to tremble and quake, the sensations within her building towards their inevitable climax. Her muscles are clenching tight and then releasing, and each time this happens it lasts just a little bit longer than before.

Finally, the tension breaks. Beeba throws her head back and screams wildly, completely losing herself in the moment as a powerful orgasm erupts through her body. “Oh fuck! I’m cumming!” the ancient shark shrieks.

Her orgasm lasts what seems like forever, and when she finally finishes she falls back against the ground in exhaustion. This climax was powerful enough that I’d understand is Beeba needed a break, but her body is clearly reacting to the orgasm in a different way. Instead of growing more worn-out, her climax has only amplified her desires.

The megalodon sits up with a fire in her eyes, then dives back into the pool with me.

I can’t help but laugh as she splashes water in my face, spinning in circles as I struggle to get a read on where this enormous prehistoric shark is heading. Her large fin is clearly visible above the surface of the water, but she’s so swift and powerful that her position is still difficult to get a read on.

Eventually, however, the chaos subsides as her fin sinks below the surface. The pool falls into a strange, eerie calm as the butt hunt begins yet again.

“Where are you?” I call out, narrowing my eyes as I glance from one end of the pool to the other.

Suddenly, I feel a sharp tug on my butt. I glance down immediately, but to my surprise it seems as though nobody is there. Beeba has already disappeared once again.

The tug at my butt comes once more, only this time it’s even more powerful. I find my entire body bobbing below the surface, then I’m brought up again in a huge, pluming shower of pool water. I can feel the beautiful megalodon shark below me, Beeba swiftly getting to work and eating out my ass as I’m dragged back and forth across the surface of the water.

“Oh fuck! That feels so fucking good!” I scream as the megalodon devours my butthole, tonguing me ferociously.

This goes on for quite a while until, eventually, Beeba makes her next move. She’s still pulling me back and forth across the surface of the water, but she adjusts her technique slightly. Now the gorgeous shark is licking my aching clit, allowing the pleasure to flood across my body in a blissful pulse.

My eyes roll back into my head as the beautiful prehistoric creature works me. For as much as my body is being tossed back and forth in the water, she’s surprisingly gentle with the movements of her tongue. Beeba is gentling flicking herself across my clit, but at a rapid pace, and this perfect sensation immediately gets my body humming. I can feel the warmth pouring out across me, filling my veins with pleasure and sending me hurtling towards a powerful climax.

The sensations come in waves that loom larger and larger within every pulse, building up and then pulling back until, eventually, a retreat from the ecstasy is no longer possible. The next thing I know I’m pushing into it, exploding in a fit of pleasure as my body spasms hard. Meanwhile, the megalodon eating me out doesn’t let up for a second, continuing her work as she carries me through the most powerful orgasm of my life.

When I finally finish, the giant prehistoric shark releases me and soon enough I find her swimming up and wrapping my body in her fins. We float like this for a while as I regain my senses, basking in the incredible moment of peace and satisfaction.

I listen to the soft lapping of the water against the edge of the pool, the distant sounds of this warm summer night calling out from the surrounding neighborhood.

“That was a great way to start the season,” I offer.

The beautiful ancient shark smiles. “We can end the season that way, too.”

At first, I’m not entirely sure what she means, but then it slowly occurs to me that the beautiful lifeguard is hoping our encounter is more than a one-time thing.

“Of course,” I gush. “The end of the summer, and plenty of days in between.”

The prehistoric shark grins. “Hold on a second,” she offers, then slips back down below the surface.

That same eerie calm falls across the pool once more. Eventually, I spot a disturbance on the water, and moments later the tip of Beeba’s fin emerges. This time, however, I notice something shiny and gold placed atop the very end, glinting in the shimmering pool lights.

I narrow my eyes, trying my best to get a glimpse of this strange object as it draws closer and closer.

As the fin rises out of the water even more I suddenly gasp, realizing what’s happening.

Beeba emerges completely, turning so that I can see the tiny engagement ring placed upon the tip of her fin. “Will you marry me?” she questions.

I take the ring as tears stream down my face. “Of course!” I gush, then wrap my arms around the beautiful prehistoric shark.