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In spite of her muteness, Maverick the Machamp was rarely misunderstood by her boytoy Carl. It behooved him to understand every bit of her body language if he wanted to stay her go-to fuckbuddy, and he therefore knew most every nuance of her body. Each gesture, wink, and smile was subtle, but the clever lab rat could pick out even the most minute of details in her movements.

But on that particular afternoon, Carl easily saw what Maverick wanted. She showed up at his house and her clothing gave away her plans. The stout, wide-hipped bodybuilder had on a bikini instead of her usual power belt, speedo and sports bra ensemble. Carl leaned coolly on the door frame and grinned at the sight of her.

"You wanna hit the beach? We're gonna get sand in our cheeks there, you know."

Maverick grinned and wrapped her four mighty arms about the rat. In their time together, they had come to enjoy hugging, but only after Carl acclimated to her idle strength and Maverick learned to better moderate it.

Carl's soft jowls and fuzzy white fur brushed Maverick's full, pale yellow lips. They both rumbled affectionate noises, then the rat eased back. "C'mon in, just let me grab my trunks."

The rat was surprised that Maverick didn't jump his bones when they were indoors. They even made it all the way to the beach a few blocks away without so much as a fond pat on the rear or a squeeze around the middle.

Carl was hardly the only person there dating a Pokemon. One prime example to the contrary was a lady Charizard with proportions to make Maverick seem flat. She jiggled past with a blonde fox under her wing. Carl watched the big, orange dragon's ass shake and jiggle with his lewd gaze. Maverick rolled her eyes and pulled him along.

"Sorry, sorry," Carl laughed. "Just, gosh. That's yummy." He smiled sheepishly, then squeezed Maverick's round ass. "You're still better though, baby. I bet you could take her, no problem."

This pleased Maverick. She grinned and smugly flexed all four arms, but it was when she pouted out her breasts that Carl slyly smiled.

"C'mon, let's go get some sun," Carl proposed. Along the way to the shore, the rodent stopped at a stand and bought a tube of sunscreen. At Maverick's cute, speechless urging, he also bought her a coconut shell with lemonade in it.

"Am I your sugar daddy now?" the rodent asked with a plain smile.

Maverick shrugged and offered Carl a sip of her drink. When he leaned in, she pulled a bait-and-switch and smooched him on the lips. Carl seemed not to mind and he kissed back until she pulled away and nearly toppled him over in the sand. She started along the beach and beckoned him from over her shoulder.

Soon Maverick jabbed her drink into the sand and lay face-down on a pinstriped beach towel, her head resting on her folded lower arms with the upper set splayed in the warm sand. Exhibiting a lack of shyness enforced by constant public romps at the gym, Carl straddled her flawless ass, pushing his groin right into the crack. He drizzled sunscreen across her shoulder blades then rubbed the goo in with his fleshy palms. No part of Maverick's anatomy was off-limits to Carl. He swished the long whip of his tail as he rubbed in the lotion, and he pushed his crotch more firmly against her ass, stuffing her bikini bottom down between her cheeks with his burgeoning erection. The Machamp subtly gyrated back into Carl's hips.

With Maverick's soft back coated with the sunscreen, Carl started to move on to her arms. Evidently Maverick had other things in mind since she shrugged Carl off then rolled over on her back, bunching up the towel without care. Wearing her most sly smile, she looked to the left, then the right. The coast was anything but clear. Beachgoers abounded, yet the Machamp calmly removed her top.

"I'm at the point," Carl said, straddling her hips and grasping her breasts, "that I don't think I can even get hard anymore unless there's an audience."

Maverick sneered at Carl and placed her lower hands over his. She grabbed his shoulders and tugged him down with the other set before forcing a wet, suckling kiss on him. When Carl moaned, she reached down his athletic body with all four groping, muscular hands. She fondled his bulging penis in one set and his ass cheeks in the other, performing all her teasing through his trunks.

"Come o-o-on, people are watching us," Carl moaned. Yet Maverick only smirked, and Carl blatantly smirked back. "Shouldn't we be giving 'em a better show than this?"

The Machamp agreed. Showing off the incredible strength of her species, she lifted him by the hips in one set of hands and yanked down his shorts with the free set. Carl fidgeted slightly in her grasp and found himself reaching timidly for the sand, familiar though he was with Maverick's manhandling. When she set him down, he was so relieved that he smooched her on the lips.

"How're we gonna do this?" he smiled, easing up to a kneeling position. "You wanna put your sandy cheeks on my face, or--?"

Maverick abruptly squeezed about the lab rat's hips and pulled him closer, bunching up the disheveled beach towel even more. Smiling slyly and putting to work her best showmanship, Maverick slowly cupped her breasts with her free hands and pressed them together just as Carl's pink penis slid into the cleavage.

Carl cupped Maverick's breasts along with her. "I'll gladly take this instead, no arguments here," he chirped.

The Machamp let her boytoy hold her tits. She used those idle hands to pull him down for a wet kiss in which she dragged her tongue across his palate. When Carl groaned, Maverick petted down his back then coaxed him to buck with her grip yet on his hips. But soon Maverick released Carl from her hold and the kiss. She sprawled in the sand with a relaxed huff and closed her eyes against the sunlight.

By then, other beachgoers were watching. They did not quite crowd in, forming a loose ring instead. It seemed that what Carl and Maverick were up to was not surprising enough to really disrupt the cadence of the beach. Their display seemed to serve as an aid for some, however, whom kissed their significant others or masturbated themselves.

Carl was anything but self-conscious. Well-hung and athletic, he had come to love showing off his body as long as Maverick's was close by. The Machamp's bred-in exhibitionism had rubbed off on him. "Looks like we're drawing a crowd as usual," he chuckled, thumbing her stiff, pink nipples.

Maverick opened her eyes and took in the crowd at a glance. She smiled mischievously at Carl and shrugged her shoulders, then grabbed his taut ass, digging her fingers into the cheeks. In spite of the rat's wince, he shot a wad of pre into her cleavage which had already been slicked well by his juices. Maverick greedily pulled Carl closer still and forced the rat's meat into her mouth. She sucked it firmly but beat it with her tongue even more, pinning it to her palate and tickling its underside with her tongue. Carl crooned, soon wearing a dumbly blissful grin, and his tail lashed through the warm air.

Something Carl had picked up was that Maverick was a very active partner. She was never content with just one or two things, and especially not when an audience was involved. It still startled him when she braced all four palms on him and thrust him back into the sand. The crowd laughed a little bit when Carl landed with a grunt and tossed up a small plume of sand. His cock stood proudly though the rest of his body did not.

The Machamp stood up and flexed her stout arms. It was too much to ask for her to not ham for an audience, even if their eyes weren't necessarily on her muscles. A moment later and she stepped over and stared down her implacable body at the rat. He smiled up to her, squinting against the corona of her outline with a submissive look on his face. His mousy expression of fear became even cuter when the Machamp dropped her bikini bottom right onto his chest.

"Gosh, you're so damn sexy," he sighed, for lack of anything better to say. Those in earshot chuckled. A couple of male spectators offered their agreement.

Maverick winked down at her boytoy then turned, planting her two-toed feet far apart like a gunslinger's stance. She bent at the knees and squatted. Carl's world was reduced to the Machamp's round, sandy cheeks which soon enveloped his snout in their sweaty warmth. Carl groaned into the familiar embrace of her crack and lapped over the pucker of her anus. It winked against his tongue and the Machamp arched her back with a pleasured, if not subtle grimace.

With her ass perched on Carl's snout, Maverick reached down with no particular hand and teased his meat. She tweaked the head and thumbed its blunt tip, smearing pre around as the urge struck her. It brought Carl no shortage of humiliation and frustration that the Machamp was so coy. She could have jerked him off in minutes.

Hoping to earn his orgasm, Carl slathered the Machamp's asshole. Her cunt was in reach but she was not implicitly offering that; the fact that Carl should rim her was obvious. The more he licked and kissed the pucker, the harder she pushed her fine ass down and the more she played with his cock, though never to the point of getting him off.

Carl groaned beneath Maverick's perfect behind. The audience was filling in the gaps in its circle. The rat and Machamp were a bona fide sex show and some of the viewers were putting on sideshows of their own, fucking in the sand and the like. They fractured viewership away from Maverick and Carl, but they kept lion's share of the crowd.

Maverick fell forward onto her knees and pulled her ass off of Carl's snout. Though the rat gasped and his face gleamed with a spotty coating of sweat, he tried to dive in for more, to the amusement of their viewers. But Maverick bucked her ass back not to pin but to dissuade him, and he grunted when his head smacked against the sand.

"Uhn, come o-o-on already," Carl laughed. "You're keeping me and the crowd waiting."

Maverick was not enough of a ham to sacrifice the quality of her sex for the pleasure of the crowd. She rose to her feet again and steeled her shaky legs. Juices drooled from her hairless muff with Carl's tonguing to blame. She plucked her boytoy up out of the sand and left all their clothing for whomever wanted souvenirs.

"Uh, hey, where are we going exactly?" Carl squeaked, fidgeting in Maverick's arms. She held him like a bride. He looked the part with his arms around her neck.

Maverick could mime concepts well enough to Carl with gestures and expressions, but she gave him no such insight at that time. Her intentions became clear nevertheless when she dropped him into a hammock a short ways up from the beach, strung between two lazy, drooping palm trees. Soft grass carpeted the earth beneath in a far cry from the toasty sand.

The rat squirmed uneasily into the hammock but settled in well enough on his back and with a little sigh. One of his legs hung off with toes occasionally brushing the grass. Maverick joined him and unabashedly saddled up.

As the hammock sagged, Carl squeaked, then disbelief made him laugh. "Really, a hammock? Really?"

Maverick's smirking face said it all, but in case that was not clear enough, she impaled her cunt in one stern push. She and Carl both arched and sighed, but the Machamp did not rest. She gripped the sides of the hammock with both sets of hands and her feet rested precariously on the thick cords on either side. Carl was legitimately surprised that Maverick was so limber and well-balanced. Her grace was never better demonstrated than when she started to ride him.

"Ooh, yeah," Carl chuckled, reaching for Maverick's bouncing tits. He held them firmly and closed his eyes most of the way. "It's gonna suck when we're all done here," he smiled, "'cause you're gonna have a hard time topping this one."

The Machamp grinned and shrugged. The audience gathered around them again, a bit smaller than before since some had stayed on the beach proper. Again they inspired shenanigans from their viewers, but the star couple was unmoved by their own influence. They were enamored with each other. Maverick took a hand off of the hammock and stroked Carl's chest, splaying her thick fingers wide to stroke his slim body. Carl caressed not just her breasts but her hips too, and his cock throbbed gratefully within her.

Carl ignored the awkward feeling of his behind extruding through the lattice of the hammock. For fear of throwing Maverick off kilter, he did not shift, but in keeping still he wondered if the Machamp thought he was making her do all the work.

If Maverick felt that way, she hid it well when she fondly stroked her fuckboy. Carl slightly arched his back, pushing his slim breast into her fingers. The Machamp dragged her tongue across her lips and stared at Carl with blatant interest. Grinning lewdly, Carl reached up from her breasts to stroke her neck and then across the firm ridges on her head.

"Letting me have your pussy like this," Carl winked, "is so unlike you, y'know."

A smirk spread wide across Maverick's face. She winked right back to tell Carl that she did indeed know; and then, spurred by what he opaquely requested of her, she pulled up and off of his cock. A shudder wracked her body and nearly took away her balance. Having her cunt suddenly vacated was oddly pleasurable, and she had no intention of stuffing it full again. Instead she crept up merely an inch and tilted her pelvis. Carl assisted her by gripping his wet cock to hold it more rigid than it already was.

Maverick ground her puckered anus against the tip of Carl's shaft. With a huff, she penetrated herself and sank slowly down into his lap. Carl groaned in obvious pleasure and Maverick herself closed her eyes and grinned.

It took the Machamp very little time to begin bouncing. She had proven herself reserved when riding him with her cunt, yet when he was in her ass, she cut loose and bounced with everything she had. The hammock wobbled and bucked, startling Carl a few times but Maverick never seemed to panic. She reached down with her hands formerly on Carl's breast and fingered her pussy instead, digging her thick digits in deep and thumbing her clitoris. These pleasures made her rectal walls clench down, and Carl gasped appropriately. His cheeks were red under his soft white fur.

Neither the rat nor his Machamp ladyfriend noticed that the crowd had devolved into a writhing mess of bodies all penetrating and grinding, stewing in sweat and musk. Carl was even losing track of himself as the Machamp bounced on him. His cock ached inside of her, massaged so thoroughly by her strong inner muscles. Release was rapidly nearing. His tail lashed and swished and his balls pulled up taut.

Maverick bunched up over Carl and kissed his lips. He instinctively returned the kiss and grabbed her tight flanks. "Mmf, you're so good," he puffed. "As usual."

The Machamp licked Carl's lips then fished her tongue into his mouth. What had the inklings of a prolonged makeout turned out to be just a tease when she yanked her tongue right back. Very soon her hard body shuddered and her bouncing became awkward. She fumbled to keep her balance as the pleasure of an orgasm washed over her tense form.

Carl both felt and smelled the Machamp's squirt and it made him long for his own release. Holding Maverick's hips firmly and puffing through clenched teeth, he bucked up into her with all his strength, tensing his body like a bowstring and flinging his pelvis upwards. Each time his groin mashed into the Machamp's ass, he grunted. Maverick pressed her lips against Carl's and shared breath with the handsome lab rat.

Inelegant noises sputtered past Carl's lips. He was not used to exerting himself in a hammock and he felt like his muscles might turn to gelatin at any moment, but he kept going just to score his release, which he finally had. When he felt that he was cumming, he fell slack into the hammock wincing and curled his toes. Maverick fell slack against him and then he ejaculated, blasting his salty mess into her flawless rear. The Machamp first huffed, then sighed and cuddled in against Carl.

At a loss for words yet feeling he had truly earned his climax, Carl hugged Maverick and kissed her cheek. When he realized there was an orgy happening nearby, he watched it idly, yet contentedly snoozed beneath the Machamp before long. Maverick kept him safe and close.