I was having a pleasant day at the beach–the sun was shining, it was warm, but not humid, and there was a nice breeze–until I saw them. Two young ladies with very little respect for themselves. I put my book–Joel Osteen’s latest collection of excellent sermons–down against my chest and huffed.
“This is ridiculous? Do you see what they’re wearing?” My wife seemed far less concerned about this assault on public decency. Two young things practically shaking their bare asses for every decent family to see. I removed my reading glasses and stood up, straightening my t-shirt–from a previous church 5K–and grabbing my sandals. I stood up in a rush, grumbling all the while, and began walking over to the girls. I was muttering under my breath, considering how I’d explain the problem to them.
They were laying on towels on their stomach, obviously enjoying the sun on their practically naked bodies. Absolutely perverse, I thought, these girls were clearly not raised very well. I walked in front of them, so that my shadow fell across their tanned, petite bodies. I crossed my arms as they looked up.
“Excuse me, girls, do you have any idea how distracting you’re being?” I gestured around to the other families trying to enjoy the beach. “The way you’re dressed is highly-inappropriate. If you were my daughters, I wouldn’t let you outside of the house in these ridiculous ‘swimsuits,’ if you can even call them that. You look like you’re prancing around in your underwear.” I looked down my nose at them, the way I would to my own children if I were scolding them. “So, what are your names? And what do you have to say for yourselves?”
“Um,” the brunette screwed her lips up as if she were about to spit on me, “I’m Lindsay and this is Katie. And what the hell is your problem?! Excuse me, but we’re not bothering anyone. We’re minding our own business. And this isn’t underwear. They *bikinis*, sorry if you’ve never seen one, *sir*.”
These two girls must have been in their early 20s, but they certainly didn’t have a very grown-up attitude. I was taken aback by how Carrie was addressing me. Her friend, Katie, seemed more meek in comparison. But, I knew I wasn’t off the mark. Both of their swimsuits were incredibly revealing. Carrie’s was a tiny, silver sparkly thing. Her rather full bottom nearly swallow the thin strip of fabric you might call a “thong”–though, I prefer to reserve that word for sandals. Katie’s wasn’t much better. She was more top-heavy than her friend and wore a small red bikini that didn’t fully cover the pink of her areolas.
I listened to the girls’ explanation–and accusations–with visible disdain, tapping my foot impatiently. I stood much taller than them and felt powerful as I loomed over their exposed bodies. I certainly wasn’t in my physical prime anymore, but I was still in shape, comfortably inhabiting my “dad-bod.” *I can practically see their lady bits under those pathetic rags. This is unbelievable*, I thought, as my eyes roamed over their sun-kissed skin.
Their backsides were *especially* egregious, they were full and firm, their cheeks stood like smooth hills tightly packed into their barely-present thongs. These swimsuits were more a suggestion of clothing rather than actual clothing.
The girls seemed to implying that I–a dedicated family man and servant of God–was some kind of pervert for even noticing their provocative display. After their disrespectful little tantrum they turned away, seemingly pushing their bubbly asses in my face, as though they were taunting me.
I brooded for a moment before continuing, “At least you have enough decency to use “sir” when speaking to your elders. But, there are young, impressionable eyes here ladies, and they don’t need to see this MTV look. You can save that for when you go to the clubs or whatever it is you do on the weekends. I can’t imagine your fathers would be very proud to see you laying out here, nearly naked for everyone to see. If you’re in your own backyard, you can do as you please, but this is a public beach and you ought to show some courtesy to the families that come here to relax.”
I walked back around the girls, so that I was blocking their sun again. It was then that the girl in red started to look familiar to me. “Wait a minute, you’re Gerald’s daughter, aren’t you?” I said, tapping my finger against my chin with sudden recognition. “Yes, Gerald comes to my church, I think I’ve seen you once or twice–obviously not often enough.”
I didn’t have an especially close relationship with Gerald–he was the type to do the bare minimum for the church–but I saw him most Sundays.
“Katie. I knew that name sounded familiar,” I nodded to myself, pleased by this realization. I stared at her with a certain degree of glee now, “Well, I wonder what your father will think when I tell him about this little incident. You may be free to dress as you please, but that doesn’t mean you don’t have to bear the consequences..”
Katie groaned out loud and turned onto her back, letting her heavy breasts jiggle perversely before me. I tried to avert my eyes, but they were far too distracting. She pressed Lindsay on the shoulder and whispered, “Fuck, Lindsay, I can’t have him telling my dad. You know I still live at home. And my dad would freak about this.”
Lindsay protested, “Katie, this guy is a pervert. He’s just trying to blame *us* for his own wandering eyes. We’re not distracting anyone. He just wants us to feel bad because *he’s* sexually-repressed. He just wants to *fuck* us.”
I smiled to myself as Katie realized what was happening. It felt good to finally start putting these little sluts in their places. I couldn’t believe young women would talk to me so rudely–their fathers clearly did a poor job raising them. They weren’t going to make very good housewives at this rate. But, I started to think that I might be able to help them get on the right path. God’s path. I had a daughter of my own, close to their age, so I knew how to raise a young woman right these days. And I knew, more than anything, that you couldn’t give an inch. As soon as I caught Katie off guard, I had to seize on it, and make sure both girls knew their place.
I nodded to Lindsay, “That’s right honey, I don’t have any problem letting Gerald know that I saw his daughter and her rather disrespectful friend shaking their nearly bare bodies for everyone to see. You two are really ruining what should be good, wholesome family fun.”
I was irritated by what Lindsay said. I most certainly was *not* sexually-repressed. I had sex occasionally in the dark just as the Lord intended. It was true that I had felt a rush of blood when I saw them and that my eyes lingered for perhaps too long on their firm, tight behinds, their toned, tanned stomachs. And, wow, they both really filled out those tiny bikini tops…But, it was their fault for tempting me in the first place. Of course I had certain urges, but they were in control. Women are supposed to show modesty, respect, and deference to men. And these two young ladies were really rubbing me the wrong way.
And then Lindsay spewed forth that vile word, ‘He just wants to fuck us…’ My eyes opened wide, in disbelief at her audacity. If she was my daughter, I would have punished her right then. The nerve–to use that kind of language in front of my delicate wife.
“Excuse me, honey, what was that? It isn’t enough for you to shake your nearly nude bodies around, but you’re also going to use dirty language around these families? Around my wife? Yes, yes, your father will absolutely be hearing about this,” I said turning back to Katie. “I know that he is a godly man, and he would not tolerate this from his daughter, even if you’re an adult now–not that you act like one.”
Then, I paused for a moment, thinking of a possible solution. “Listen, perhaps we can settle this so Gerald doesn’t have to know. I have some much more modest swimsuits you could wear in my car–my daughter’s, she’s about your size. Come with me and we’ll get you cleaned up. How does that sound?”
I was relishing having the upper hand again. Mhm, that’ll teach these girls. They just need a little proper male discipline. Some fathers these days just aren’t appropriately masculine. They let their daughters or wives walk all over them. Not me. I’m going to set these ladies straight.
Once again, it was Katie who urged her friend to be conciliatory. “Please Lindsay, I don’t want to deal with the fallout of this. Let’s just go put on these dumb swimsuits and forget about this.”
Lindsay huffed and rose to her feet. She let out a whine, “Fiiiiiiiiine.” They both started walking towards the main parking lot. But I quickly stopped them, letting my hands fall on both of their bare shoulders.
“Nope, girls, this way,” I directed the them towards the auxiliary parking lot. It was a bit further from the beach than the main lot, but I preferred it because you never had to fight other families for spaces. It was almost always empty. I’d driven my wife’s silver van today. Our daughter was on the swim team, so it had a bag with some of her gear in the back.
As I followed closely behind the girls, I couldn’t keep my eyes from roving down their slim backs–still speckled with the grit of sand–and down to their backsides. Their asses were prominent curves against their otherwise petite bodies, and they jiggled noticeably while they walked barefoot on the warm beach.
I felt that familiar grazing against my gray swim trunks. Looking down, my bulge was becoming apparent. I shook my head, these girls really are on the devil’s path. I didn’t need them turning around to see this and then yelling about how I was a creep. Of course, it was their fault that I was getting aroused. They shouldn’t be dressing so immodestly. It was very unladylike.
As we made it into the parking lot I pointed out the van. “There it is, ladies. It’s a bit of a walk, but look at how nice and secluded this spot is. There’s a nice cove just past the parking lot too. I’m not sure if you two have ever been down to it.”
I walked quickly ahead of the girls–hoping to conceal my bulging erection–and opened the rear hatch. I grabbed the duffel bag and turned towards the girls–only to find their barely concealed tits were just inches from my face. I couldn’t keep my eyes from gazing into their plentiful cleavage. “Ah, here we go. There should be some proper swimsuits in here…”
I watched Lindsay bend over to inspect the simple, blue, proper swimsuits. They were absolutely befitting of young ladies like these. They were cut such that they hid a woman’s natural curves–something that should be reserved for her husband’s enjoyment–and fully covered both the chest and backside. A far cry from the embarrassing pieces of fabric Katie and Lindsay called “bikinis.”
But, as Lindsay bent forward to look inside the bag, her breasts swayed heavily and her cleavage was in my direct eyesight. I couldn’t bring myself to look away. They looked so soft and luscious, glimmering with a thin layer of sweat. I found myself staring down that taut valley between her breasts, attempting to sneak a peek at her nipples, which I could clearly see poking against the meager top.
I tried to turn my hips to the side, away from the girls. Ugh, this temptation again. My swim trunks did me no favors as my manhood began to swell. When I was sitting at the beach, I had to place the Joel Osteen book over my lap when I called my wife’s attention to the girls. I was nursing an erection then, with my eyes locked on their firm, round asses.
“Ugh, these are even more awful than I imagined,” Lindsay groaned. She looked over at Katie seemingly to ask if her friend was really serious about changing.
My eyes drifted to Katie, roaming covetously over her womanly hips, firm stomach, and developed chest. I got carried away. Lindsay’s eyes caught mine, and I could tell that recognition was flashing through her mind.
Her lips curled into a grin as she raised her hand to point at my crotch. “I knew it! Look, Katie! He’s just a pervert. Look at him getting stiff while watching us bend over.” She put her hands on her hips and seemed to think for a moment, clearly relishing regaining the upper hand. “So, what? Do you want us to just change here? I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“No, no, you’re mistaken, this isn’t where I want you to–”
It was too late, Lindsay was untying her tiny top. It clung for a moment to her nipples, perhaps held up by their obvious hardness, before falling to the pavement. God, they were so perky, so big, so nicely shaped. These girls were a far cry from my wife, who had let herself go a bit more with the birth of each of our children.
They were both looking at me now, they saw that I was hard. Really hard. Seeing Lindsay’s bare breasts made me press forcefully against my swim trunks, the elastic waistband was extending forward, and the inner webbing of the suit was starting to ride up my thighs.
After an uncomfortable moment of silence, while I tried to collect myself, I spoke, shaking my head, “I knew you girls were sluts. Tempting me like this. You should know that for a man this is just a reflex. God made us this way. I can’t help that it’s a natural response to your pornographic behavior.”
Then, I took a step towards Lindsay, puffing my chest out and standing tall. My hard member stood like a sail at full-mast beneath my trunks. I leaned towards her bare body and placed my heavy hand on her bare, warm shoulder. Without thinking, I was applying a gentle force to her collarbone, directing her to kneel down. “Is that what you want, to be treated like sluts?”
Lindsay quickly descended to her knees, resting them against the warm asphalt. She licked her lips and smiled a little, then looked at Katie as if sizing up if her friend was going to play along.
Now we were getting somewhere. Lindsay’s prissy little attitude seemed to evaporate as soon as she encountered actual pushback from a strong, male figure. These girls just needed some proper guidance. Their fathers clearly did them no good. It’s no surprise that they’re whoring around out here in near-invisible thongs. Shaking their asses, jiggling their chests, clearly trying to tempt every good-natured man that walks by. I’ll set them on the righteous path, though.
As Lindsay descended to her knees, I looked down at her–I was both incensed by her easy promiscuity and hopelessly aroused. I had to keep my porn-viewing habits hidden from my wife, but I did have a thing for the “slutty college girl” videos, especially those involving threesomes. I tried to repent every Sunday, pushing the urges down. But, today, these girls were asking for it. They were making me do ungodly things.
I pulled my shirt up over my head, revealing my barrel-chest–muscular, but a little ill-defined. I had a thick patch of hair across my pectorals and a happy trail leading down to my throbbing cock–which I kept well-groomed. I was big. My wife could barely take the whole thing. And she only tolerated missionary, all but refusing to get on her stomach, which would allow me to push deeper. I didn’t see that being a problem with these girls, though. Their bad attitude faded away as soon as they were presented with a thick slab of cock to please.
“That’s it, put it in your mouth. You want to dress like a slut in public? Then you should act like a slut too.” I wrapped my large palm around the back of Lindsay’s head, running it through the underside of her long, brown hair before cupping it firmly in place. I thrust my hips slightly towards her, pushing my pulsating member across her lips and into her mouth. Just the tip at first. I was pushing inside and then pulling out, making a loud popping noise as her pouty lips broke apart each time.
My heavy balls sat plumply against the waistband of my swimsuit. It held them tightly in place while Lindsay continued to swirl her wet tongue around my wide, bulbous tip. “I bet you’ve done this before, haven’t you? You seem experienced. Do you like sucking cock?”
She seemed to moan an answer, but my dick made it inscrutable.I didn’t really care whether she answered or even heard me–perhaps too enamored by the length and girth of my swollen cock. I was enjoying my place of power above her. Yes, this is how it ought to be. Women these days were getting too haughty. They forget that God created woman to serve man. In the kitchen, on their knees, bearing his children. This is exactly where these young ladies belonged.
Her large, generous tits were swaying freely as she enjoyed the salty taste of my erection. I moved my free hand down to grope her, they were so soft, plush, big. I teased her nipple with my thumb–already perky and hard.
Then I moved my gaze to Katie. I lifted my hand from Lindsay’s bouncing tits and gripped Katie’s delicate waist, drawing her closer. “What’s the matter? Shy now? You weren’t shy about teasing everyone on the beach or dressing like a whore. Get down there too, help your little friend.”
Katie bit her lip while she looked at me and then to her friend’s bobbing head. She rubbed her legs together for a moment, as if she was nursing her own arousal. Then, just as quickly as Lindsay, she fell to her knees. “Lindsay, don’t be greedy, let me have a turn,” she wrapped her slim fingers around the base of my shaft and pulled me out of Lindsay’s mouth, so she could get her first taste. She had to strain to make it just half-way down my cock. When she pulled out, she breathed heavily for a moment, “God, you’re huge, sir.”
“Don’t take the Lord’s name in vain,” I said as I pressed her back where she belonged. The tight little beach sluts were taking turns swallowing my cock now. They were generous with their mouths, taking me to the backs of their throats and then pulling out and flicking my head with their eager pink tongues. It was a shameful display–if their fathers could only see them now. Here they were, after shaking their nearly bare, nubile bodies for the whole beach to see, sucking the monstrous cock of a stranger they met just moments ago.
It’s very clear these poor things need a lot of work, I thought as I grabbed Lindsay’s hair and gave her a turn to suck me, they clearly don’t have any strong male figures in their life. They’re directionless, using their bodies for validation. “There you go honey, suck it deeper, I know you’ve done this before. I know a slut’s mouth when I’m inside it.” I thrust my hips towards Lindsay and began to gently fuck her throat. Her gag reflex was better-trained than Katie’s, so I could go deeper.
My throbbing shaft slid easily over her teeth–she knew exactly how to keep them out of the way–before beginning the descent down her throat, making it just past her tonsils. But that wasn’t even my entire length, this still left a few inches out in the cold. “You’ve never sucked a real man’s dick before have you? You’ve probably only been with those effeminate men your age,” I shook my head in disappointment, “It’s a good thing I confronted you two today. You both have a lot to learn.”
As I kept my focus on Lindsay–continuing to put pressure on her gag reflex–I let my free hand roam over Katie’s body. I slid my fingers beneath her skimpy bikini top and grasped her tit. “You like that don’t you, Katie? A big, strong hand groping your body? I know the way you two dress is just a call for attention. It’s all too common for weak-willed men to be absent fathers, failing to raise their daughters in the proper Christian tradition. I flipped her top up and felt my cock stiffen further inside Lindsay’s tunnel of wet warmth.
“Come here, Katie. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you get the attention you need.” I pulled her beneath my now fully-erect rod and rubbed my heavy balls across her lips. “There you go suck them. See that? They’re heavy with my cum. You slutty girls have gotten me really worked up and it’s only fair that you take care of this now.”
As I pulled her under me, her head just inches away from her friend slobbering advances down my meaty slab of masculinity, I grabbed for her ass. My large palm nearly engulfed it, but she was so well-developed, it was so curvy, so firm. “That’s right, you little sluts have a lot to learn about how the world works. And I bet you’re getting wet right now, aren’t you?”
Kate blushed with embarrassment but didn’t say anything. Lindsay simply nodded her head eagerly, not stopping her oral assault on my cock for a moment. I watched the girls slobber across my cock hungrily. Katie sliding her wanting tongue along the entire length of my shaft until she met Lindsay’s lips. Lindsay swallowing me intently, pushing hard to get me further down her narrow throat, clearly trying to impress me. Everything about it was just like the porn I watched–and always felt guilty about. Some hung, older man fucking a few naive co-eds who didn’t feel like they had anything to offer but their tight, voluptuous bodies…
Maybe these young ladies thought they were going to get off easy today–‘just drain the stranger’s balls and he’ll leave you alone.’ Nope, not me. They need a real lesson in humility. A lesson in respecting your elders. A lesson in a woman’s natural subservience to man. I was going spread my seed across their dirty, slutty faces. I knew they were probably soaking from this–sucking off a stranger. This is the sort of things that whores went wild for. And they practically threw their pouty little mouths at me.
I was getting a little rougher with Lindsay now–I kept thinking of how rudely she had talked to me earlier. “You like that, you little slut? Not so sassy anymore. You just need something to shut you up. A little male attention. I know your type.” I grabbed her head with both hands now and twisted my fingers through her hair. I started to thrust more intensely into her throat, hoping to hear those lovely gagging noises. My wife would barely suck me past the tip these days–and that was usually only for our anniversary. But, these whores would take it all, every last inch of my mammoth, pulsating cock.
I continued fucking Lindsay’s mouth, pulsing rapidly in and out, my muscular thighs tightened with the effort, but moved one hand so that I could pull Katie in. I pushed her further under my cock, right next to Lindsay’s chin. “There you go Katie, lick up your girlfriend’s spit. Do you taste that precum dripping out? That’s what happens when bad girls like you insist on flaunting yourself for men.”
GLWOP GLWOP GLWOP
My wet, vein-y member made slick noises inside Lindsay’s throat. “Ah, fuck, that’s good. You’re such bad girls, making me do this. Katie, now you. And look up at me while I fuck your pretty little mouth.”
I pulled Lindsay aside and pushed Katie into her place. I was quickly in her mouth, which was much more resistant than Lindsay’s. “You need more practice than your friend, Katie. I’ll help you. I’ll show you how to please a man.” While I was making headway into Katie’s mouth I turned to Lindsay, “Take that tiny little bottom off. Who are you kidding? You wanted everyone to stare at your hot, fuckable body here, so quit teasing me and get naked.”
I reached behind Katie and groped her glorious, full ass while she sucked me. Her cheeks curved far out from her smooth, flat back. It was as perfect and shapely a behind as I could possibly imagine. And right now, it was jiggling lightly as she bobbed her head enthusiastically around my arched, sterling rod.
As I waited for Lindsay to completely disrobe–not that she had left much to the imagination–I pressed both of my hands firmly around Katie’s head and pushed hard against her tonsils. I was holding her in place, seeing how long she could hold me in her sweltering throat. I was hoping to hold it longer, but I knew I was about to explode.
“Fuck!” I let out that infernal word just as Lindsay was sliding down her bikini, it was still wrapped around her toned thighs when I pulled out of Katie’s mouth and sprayed a hot, thick rope of white cum at Lindsay’s cheek. I sent another gooey rope across her eyebrow. The glob dripped into her eyelashes. Then, I grabbed my cock and directed it at Katie, spraying another massive shot of sperm into her open mouth. I pushed my shaft down for the forth rope, which landed in the middle of her cleavage and began sliding between her ample tits. For the final rope I pulled them close together and sprayed across their kissing cheeks.
I tapped my drained cock against each of their tongues–hung out just as you’d expect a slut to–and let myself slowly turn flaccid. I groaned from pleasure, “You know, you little sluts would learn a lot if you came to my church. I can teach you how to ride a real man’s dick.”
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Why was this so good. Loved it
Gotta tell us what happened when they went to Church that following Sunday