Beach Bubble Butts

"I know what you're thinking. Why saddle yourself with some dumb 18 year old slut? But the good thing is, my daddy is rich... and he is never around. To make up for never being around, he keeps my bank account nice and fat. I never have to worry about getting a job or any of that silliness. I spend my days lying by the pool, making myself pretty. If you knock me up, that life can be yours too. You don't have to work. You can just spend your days with me, keeping me nice and satisfied. You never have to work. You never have to worry about money. All you have to focus on is making me a mommy... again and again. I am so ready to be a mommy." Bree whispered. Damn, this girl was getting to me. She was so nasty. My dick was throbbing.

"My daddy bought me and my girls a beach house for the week. An early graduation gift for us girls. Now look at Maya." Bree started. I complied with her command.

Maya stood there uncomfortably as I gave her the once over. Now that I was up close, I realized that she was a little hottie. She had a darker complexion than her friend due to her Latina heritage. She had creamy skin which complimented her body well. She was strikingly pretty too. Straight black hair, down to her mid-back, gorgeous big eyes, and full lips. She was a beautiful girl. I glanced down at her body. Now that I was up close, I realized how nice her breasts were. Nice, round D-cups which would be impressive on most women, but were overshadowed by her friend's giant rack. They rode together, their firm flesh pressing together to create a perfect amount of cleavage. I gazed at her firm, flat belly, evidence that she worked out. Her bikini bottoms were a little skimpier than her friend's, showing off her long smooth legs.

Bree motioned for her to turn around. Maya rolled her eyes, but complied. I was now able to take in the back of her. Her back was very sexy. Smooth and firm. I couldn't help but look at her ass. She was a bit more petite than Bree, but her Latina heritage provided her with a nice round, bubble butt, jutting out, stretching the material of her small bikini. She turned back around to face me. She was still clearly very shy and nervous, which was the only thing holding her back from being a walking sex bomb like her friend. I would have to admit that she was more attractive than Sherry, but not nearly as attractive as her friend.

"She's pretty hot, right?" Bree asked. "You can have her to. You can have her in whatever way you want. Anything you do to me, you can do to her too. Any hole you want, any way you want. And if you want to get her pregnant like you will with me, feel free. Her womb is all yours." Maya's eyebrow arched and she was about to argue when Bree shushed her. "I am offering both of us to you. And not just for sex. I am offering you two pussies to cum in. Two flat bellies for you to make swell with your babies. Two big pairs of big teenage tits that you could make full with milk. Two high school girls, cooped up together. So full of energy. So horny. Two girls desperate to be fucked properly. Two pussies dying to be stretched, dying to be wrapped around a nice, fat cock. Imagine the trouble we could get in without some strong male supervision." she whispered, biting her lip, looking up at me with those big eyes of hers.

I looked over at her friend. She seemed terrified by this conversation. Bree started to talk again.

"Don't worry. She hides it well, but she's just as nasty as I am. Wave a huge cock in her face and she goes nuts." Bree said. Then she looked down the beach at my wife.

"Look at her, like a beached whale. What a fucking dumbass!" she said.

"My wife isn't fat, and she is not dumb. I'm a married man." I croaked.

"She is fat, and she is dumb. She would have to dumb to let you out of her sight. She'd have to be dumb to not know what type of man you really are. She'd have to be dumb to sit there and sleep, and then allow her man to get stolen. I'm not dumb. I know what I am. And I know what you are. I am here, with her man, where I belong. Where we belong. And she is where she belongs, at our feet. You could go back to her and keep lying to yourself about who you should be with, but we both know the truth. You know who you were meant be with. Not some fat old slob of a wife." Bree said, saying the word wife with disdain. "You were meant to be with fit, sexy young girls. Face it, your destiny is to be a cum factory for teenage sluts." Bree said. As she finished, she got up on her tiptoes and planted a soft kiss on my lips. Her lips felt so soft. We were surrounded by people, and if anyone had looked, they would have seen this slutty teenage girl kiss a thirty something man. It was madness. I couldn't find any words. Sure, there was a nasty appeal to what she was saying and it sounded ridiculously hot, but I couldn't do this to Sherry.

"Maybe we should go down the beach. Continue this conversation somewhere more private..." Bree said.

"Just because you are offering your bodies to me...just because you are offering your wombs to me doesn't mean I will cheat. Just because I have never cum inside a tight, teenage pussy doesn't mean I will jump into your arms. I am a married man! That means something to me!" I told them angrily.

"No it doesn't. You care about your wife as much as I do. I bet you have dreamed about dumping her for a hotter woman. Or in this case... a hotter girl." she giggled.

"Fuck off." I told her.

"That's what you've wanted to tell your fat wife since you met her. She is so far beneath you. Everyone knows it. Everybody probably laughs at you behind your back for shacking up with her. No one will laugh at you when you have a teenage slut in each arm." she said, trying to appeal to my vanity.

I shook my head at her and I turned to walk past her. Bree jumped in front of me, causing her giant breasts to bounce. I couldn't help but watch them jiggle.

"You really think you can go back to that?" Bree asked skeptically, glancing over her shoulder at Sherry. "You can tell yourself you are satisfied with the sex you have with her, but we both know you are lying. There is no chance that your wife is good at sex. My guess is that she is flat out terrible at it. You have to do all the work while she just lies there." I was silent.

"You would say something if I was not telling the truth. You would defend your wife's honor. You wouldn't still be here unless you wanted to be stolen from her." Bree said. I looked into her eyes, full of hate for this evil, spoiled little cunt.

"Is that honestly the woman you want to start a family with? Is that the person who could provide you with the best offspring? We all know you could do better. Just look at me. I'm perfect. Who is the superior woman? Me, or that pathetic excuse for a woman?" Bree said angrily. I again could not find any words.

"Look at me. Look at my body." she ordered softly. I looked. I couldn't help myself. "Who do you think would fuck you better? Who do you think is better at sex? Your old, flabby, lazy wife... or a hot, sexy, slutty and energetic young girl?" As much as I hated to admit it, this girl would definitely be a much better fuck. "If you had a choice, what would you rather your woman have: a pair of massive, perky, EE cup breasts with perfect nipples, or some pathetic pair of saggy breasts which are maybe B-cups at best? Would you rather have tits that are big enough for you to do whatever nasty things you can come up with, or some nothing little boobies? Wouldn't you rather be with a woman whose tits overfill whatever clothes she's in? Wouldn't you rather be with a woman whose huge jugs pour through your fingers? Wouldn't you rather be with a girl who has a perfect round ass, perfect for spanking, slapping or sticking your dick in? Or would you rather have a wife with a flabby butt who is too nice to ever consider giving you her ass to fuck? Wouldn't you rather be with girls who are spectacularly gorgeous, and not flat out ugly like that woman you saddled yourself to? Wouldn't you rather be with a girl who is spectacularly rich and never had to lift a finger? Don't you want to fuck a spoiled-brat like me? Don't I deserve it? I earned your cock. I am here, working hard for you. She is on her fat ass, lazy, asking for her man to be taken from her. I know what kind of nasty girls are out there. I would never let you go. If she isn't going to try to hold onto you, why are you bothering holding on to her? You deserve this! You deserve to fuck some hot teenage girls! You deserve to get some tight, young pussy! You've wasted yourself on her and her nasty, loose pussy for years. Make up for lost time, and fuck the type of girls who know how to care for you!"

Everything she said was true. All of it. Sherry was lazy. She was asking for this to happen. As much as I hated to admit it, Bree, this 18 year-old slut, was superior to my 35 year-old wife in every way. Bree was hotter and sexier than my wife. I knew I should stay loyal, but I couldn't look away from Bree's chest. Her tits were just so huge! Bree smiled, as she saw how transfixed I was. She knew she had won.

She knew she had her hooks in me. She didn't even know my name, but she was offering to mother my children. I realized our connection was not a typical one. It was not a relationship about names. Our relationship was a physical one. She was female perfection, and not to be too arrogant, I wasn't too bad myself. We were two sexual creatures, circling each other, feeling each other out. But there was only one possible outcome, and deep down, I knew it. I knew it, and she knew I knew it. I don't know why I was fighting the inevitable. With a smile, she took my hand in hers, and began to lead me down the beach, Maya close behind.

I was in a daze as I watched her sexy tramp stamp sway. God, I always loved girls with tramp stamps. Some guys hated girls with them because it made it obvious they were sluts. But that's what turned me on. I loved the fact that girls were so blatant with their sluttiness.

I looked back at my wife. She was still asleep. I looked around at the people near us, and no one seemed to be paying attention. We were in our own little world.

"My name is Brent, by the way." I told her. This made her laugh.

"Nice to know the name of the man who will be the father of my child." Bree said with a smile. This made Maya run up next to her.

"Bree!" Maya whispered loudly, loud enough for me to hear. "I don't want to get pregnant. Don't speak for me like that."

"Just wait honey. Watch what happens and see if you change your mind." Bree said lazily.

I had to wonder how I got here. I am a married man. But this bitch just seemed to have my number. Sure, she was spectacularly gorgeous, and she had tits each as big as my head. But that shouldn't be enough to make me cheat. She was able to tap into the part of me that missed my old life. The part of me that was addicted to fucking. Addicted to pussy. Addicted to young, tight pussy.

Bree was right. She appealed to all my fetishes. I loved younger women. I loved big breasts. I loved perfect round asses. My mind was saying 'no', but my cock was screaming 'yes'. Bree was the most gorgeous girl I had ever met. But more importantly, she was absolutely filthy. And that was so hot to me. She told me she wanted to get pregnant with my baby! Why did that appeal to me so much? This girl wanted me to go from not knowing her to breeding her. She wanted me to impregnate her. That must be one of her fetishes. That was about as nasty as it got. I had no doubt now that she was as nasty as she had advertised. I always loved being with nasty, slutty girls. They always made my cock throb.

Bree was the perfect fuck partner for me. She was the embodiment of everything I wanted in a woman, and she was just 18! But I'm a married man. I couldn't let myself do this, could I? It had taken me years to escape the vortex I had created for myself. My addiction to pussy consumed my world and I had finally been able to escape that addiction. But if I relapsed, if I experienced good pussy again, I might not be able to escape. If I did it, I would turn out like Bree had said: a cum factory for teenage girls. If I didn't say anything, any semblance of me being a productive member of society would be gone. I would be a fuck machine. I needed to stop this. I had to speak up.

My mouth opened to speak, but no words came out. I was silent, just watching Bree's bubble butt bounce and sway. I looked at Maya's ass, and saw it bouncing perfectly in time with Bree's. I was transfixed by these two bubble butts. Their butts took all the words out of me. Their butts were leading me to my doom.

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(Bree)

I didn't think it would be this easy. I didn't think this married man would succumb to my charms that easily. He is married! But then again, I am really fucking hot, so it's understandable.

People always told my dad when I was younger that I would be a handful, and they weren't wrong. Once I sprouted my humongous tits and started getting all the boys' attention, there was no stopping me from exploring the more adult side of life. I had been a slut for years. With a pair of EE cup tits on my petite frame, it would be hard not to get young guys' attention. I had always been pretty, and as I got older, I blossomed into a gorgeous young woman. And as my body filled out in all the right places I learned how easy most teenage boys were to manipulate. I learned a valuable lesson: I could have whoever I wanted.

When I was still discovering what my body was capable of, I would put out like crazy. I had built up quite a reputation around school. The other girls hated me, but I wrote that off to jealousy and fear. Jealous that they weren't as hot as me, and fear that their boyfriends wanted me. None of it bothered me one bit.

As I got older, I learned to be more choosy about who I wanted to fuck. It was easy to fuck the burnouts or the meatheads. There was no challenge there. It was far more fun to go after straight-A, all-American jocks. The good guys who were supposed to end up with the sweet girls. Those college bound guys who could do so much better than being with a slut like me. It was always sweeter when those guys ended up balls deep inside me. Those guys were too sweet and good natured to know what hit them. They were fun, but as I mowed through all the single guys I could find, I needed more.

It was other girls' jealousy of me that inspired me. I realized the next great thrill: fucking guys who had girlfriends. Finding those guys who were taken, and corrupting them, bringing them down to my level was a thrill I couldn't explain. Just knowing that they liked me and my hot body more than their sweet and jealous little girlfriends drove me wild.

I was only able to do this a few times before word got out. The story on me was out in the open. I was a slutty girl willing to fuck other girls' boyfriends. I was treated like poison around the school. Girls didn't want their boyfriends getting anywhere near me. Most girls hated me but I was able to make a few friends. Four best friends, the most surprising of which was Maya. She was a smart girl, a straight-A student and bound for an ivy-league college. But the fact that she was willing to hang out with me told me that this girl had a dark side. She was cute and shy but I wanted to bring that dark side out of her. After a while, I was finally able to see her at work with a guy. I realized that although she hides it well, at her core she is as much of a nasty slut as me.

My tastes evolved again. Even at their best, young guys were easy to fuck. That was when my eyes wandered to older men. Unfortunately, none of my male teachers were at all attractive, or you had better believe I would have fucked them. So I sought older men elsewhere. And for the first time, I failed. I hit on a few older men and even though I saw a glimmer of desire for me and my body, they all declined, saying I was too young.

I had felt like a mature adult for years. Once I got old enough to take care of myself, my dad felt comfortable leaving me alone at home while he traveled for work. I didn't resent him for it. I love my daddy and he was always great to me. He was very successful and stinking rich, so even though I was on my own, Dad's money allowed me to live the good life.

I raised myself through the last few years, so I felt mature beyond my age. I couldn't wait to be a legal adult for many reasons. I felt like I was ready to do things an adult would do. Be able to date whoever I wanted without any issues cause that was the issue holding back most of the older men I flirted with. And also, I wanted to start a family. I had had the urge for years to be a mommy. Most looked down at those girls who were in high school and pregnant, but that thought violently turned me on. Just the idea of being some young, knocked up slut seemed so hot to me.

Once I turned 18, I realized it had been a miracle that I hadn't been knocked up yet. It had also been a miracle that I never caught anything. And now, as I neared graduation, I was child free and disease free. I put out less than I used to. I wasn't fucking high school boys anymore. I wanted a man. I wanted a man who knew how to fuck me. I wanted a man because they were actually a challenge. I knew I would end up with an older man, and I knew it wouldn't be long before I was knocked up. I was hot, young, and legal. It was inevitable. I knew that magic moment was coming. I could feel it. I knew it would not be long before some hot older guy made me his.

My daddy had bought me this beach house for spring break. I had hoped to meet a man during this time. I had only been 18 for a month and I was desperate for my first experience with an older man.

I had spied Brent from far away. He seemed like a perfect candidate. He looked to be in his early thirties, hot, and fit. But most importantly, he was checking me out. He was into me. He was down for some young pussy. I saw his fat wife and couldn't blame him for seeking out some hot pussy. Just the thought of driving a married man wild with lust drove me crazy. I wanted him. I wanted him bad. It didn't matter that he was married. That only made it better. He was perfect for me.

I knew I had him interested, but I knew it wouldn't be a cakewalk to get him. It was a few hours later when I saw him on the beach. That would make it easier for me. I knew all I would have to do is march my bikini clad body around him and he would proceed to get very interested. So that's what I did, and that's all I needed to do. I could tell immediately he was very interested in me. As I went to get a beer, I watched him wandering the beach like a lost puppy, looking for my hot ass. I knew I had my hooks in him then.

I could feel his presence as he got behind me in line. I went over what I knew about him. I figured he wasn't having good sex. With the mismatch between him and his wife, it was pretty obvious good sex wasn't happening there. And the way his eyes wolfed down my body told me he was into younger girls. He was probably the type of guy who had fucked around in the past before settling down. He was probably nasty. He had to be if he was following an 18-year-old girl's hot ass around the beach. That's why I knew he would enjoy it when I pushed my ass into his crotch. This allowed me to confirm my suspicion: he was huge! Perfect for a slut like me.

By the time we got to talking I knew he wanted me to seduce him. But the thing was, I had never been with an older man, so I didn't know for sure what they were typically looking for. So most of the things I told him were either bullshit or guesswork. I appealed to those instincts in a man to fuck and impregnate the hottest bitch around. Maya wasn't so sure about this, but I knew better. I knew that when the time came, she would be begging him to empty his balls in her. Despite her shy, intelligent façade, I knew and she knew deep down that her destiny was not to be some bookworm. Her destiny was to end up barefoot and pregnant. I knew it would take some work to get her to that point, but she would. I just hoped the offer of knocking up some young sluts would convince him to fuck me. And it did! I was now leading him down the beach to a nice shady spot, where we both knew what was about to happen. There was no way he was getting out of this without putting a baby in my belly.