Chapter 136: Slutty Girls Are In Trouble

“Hey… where are Brittany and Gloria?” I asked, noticing only those two were missing.

“They still haven’t come back?” Tiffany asked Lily and Autumn, concern creeping in as she crossed her arms under her big tits, pushing them up even more.

“No… it’s been too long now,” Lily said, looking far down the beach where they might have gone, shading her eyes from the sun.

“What happened? Where did they go?” I asked, looking in the direction she pointed.

“They said they were just going to explore and haven’t come back yet,” Tiffany said, worried. “It’s been more than an hour.” If she glanced toward the rocks and the more secluded area ahead.

“Don’t worry. I’ll go get them,” I said. “Just tell me exactly where they went.”

“There,” Lily said, pointing in the opposite direction from where we came. It was farther down the beach, toward some rocks and a quieter spot, where the waves crashed harder and the sand looked rougher.

“Alex… I’ll come with you,” Lan said, stepping closer, not wanting to leave my side, body brushing against me like she couldn’t bear the distance after everything we’d done.

“No, I should come,” Tiffany cut in sharp, voice playful but firm, crossing her arms under her big tits to push them up more, stepping between us like she was claiming the spot.

At this point every MILF wanted to come with me—Lily and Autumn nodding along, thick bodies shifting closer, eyes hungry, all of them ready to follow, like they couldn’t stand the idea of me going alone.

“Hey guys… you should all just wait here in case they might come back,” I said, keeping it casual but firm. “I’ll be quick, ok?”

It would be too much to take them with me, I wouldn’t even try to look for Brittany and Gloria properly; I’d just find a place to fuck them.

They pouted a little, Lan biting her lip, Tiffany rolling her eyes but staying put, Lily and Autumn sighing.

I started walking toward the direction Lily pointed, looking at the people on my way, scanning the crowd for any sign of Brittany or Gloria. The beach was packed here—bodies everywhere in bikinis and shorts, laughter and music mixing with waves. I couldn’t find any trace of them nearby.

Soon I reached the rocks where the beach ended—one part curved around, hidden from where we were, sand turning coarser, waves crashing harder against the stone.

I passed the rocks—started walking on the other side. This area was less crowded, quieter, fewer people, more private spots between boulders and small coves.

I kept walking on the shore—trying to find them, eyes scanning the sand, the water, the shadows.

Then a little far from where I was, I saw a group of people standing in a circle, it looked like they were doing some kind of activity, heads down, focused inward, a few laughs and murmurs, phones out like they were recording or watching something.

I thought I should check that, girls might be there, maybe Brittany and Gloria got pulled into it.

It was a group of girls, around my age, all in tiny bikinis that left almost nothing to the imagination. String bikinis in bright colours, some neon, some metallic, tops barely covering nipples, bottoms so small they rode high on hips, thongs disappearing between round asses.

Their bodies were tanned and glistening with oil and sweat, skin shining under the sun, tits and asses on full display as they shifted weight, giggled, whispered, hips cocked, hair loose and salty from the sea, all with phone cameras turned toward whatever was happening inside.

I reached it quickly, slipping through the girls until I had a clear view inside the circle.

I reached closer. “Hey… what’s happening here?” I asked, voice easy, stepping in so I could look inside the circle.

Inside the circle, in the center, Brittany and Gloria were on their knees in the sand, cheeks flushed deep red from shame. They looked like they were being forced to sit that way—bodies tense, eyes down, hands resting on their thighs, tiny bikinis askew, tits half-spilling out of the tops, asses barely covered by thongs. They were clearly uncomfortable but trapped in the moment, surrounded and watched.

In front of them, closer to their mouths, stood a stupid looking guy, wearing swim trunks, a little bulge pushing against the fabric, trying to get even closer to Brittany and Gloria. He had a smug look on his face, enjoying the attention, hips thrusting forward subtle like he was waiting for them to lean in and do something, his hand resting casual on his waistband, ready to pull it down.

The girls forming the circle were chanting, “suck, suck, suck,” while recording everything on their phones.

I couldn’t let this happen—both of them were mine, and what the fuck was this stupid fuck even trying to do?

I moved fast. As he was about to shove his bulge even closer to their mouths, I stepped in and punched him hard in the face from the side. My fist connected solidly with his cheek, sending him stumbling back before he fell into the sand with a grunt, his hand flying to his face, eyes wide in shock.

“What the fuck are you doing, motherfucker?” I yelled, standing in front of Brittany and Gloria, my voice high and raw with rage as he lay there clutching his swelling face, blood trickling from his lip.

The crowd of girls went silent—an instant hush. Phones were still recording but lowered now, whispers turning nervous, some stepping back while others froze, eyes darting between me and the guy on the ground.

Brittany and Gloria saw me and clung to me instantly—still kneeling in the sand, arms wrapping around my legs, faces pressing into my thighs, bodies shaking. They looked up at me with wide, relieved eyes, like I was their savior.

The stupid guy groaned as he tried to sit up, one hand pressed to his cheek. “What the hell, man? They agreed to it.”

“Agreed?” I said, stepping forward, my voice cold. “Get the fuck out of here, bitch, before I do it again.”

“Just ask your girls,” he spat back, standing up fully now and wiping blood from his mouth with the back of his hand. The smug grin was still there despite the punch, like he knew something I didn’t.

I looked at Brittany and Gloria, unable to believe what the fuck he was saying. I knew these girls were horny, but agreeing to suck the dick of this motherfucker was beyond them, beyond anything I thought they’d do.

“What the hell is he talking about?” I asked them, my voice sharp as I stepped between them and the guy, blocking him from their view.

“Alex… we can explain,” Brittany said. Her voice was small and shaky, eyes down, cheeks flushed red with shame and something else, maybe guilt or fear. Gloria stayed silent, biting her lip hard, hands fidgeting on her thighs, her bikini still askew from whatever had been happening.

“You should think before making a move, young man,” a voice said from behind the circle, from the opposite direction I had come from. It was calm and authoritative, cutting through the tension like a knife.

The circle of girls thinned slightly, some turning, others stepping aside, letting me see who had spoken.

And there she was. A woman with hair gone gray from age leaning back in a beach chair like she owned the place, one leg crossed over the other, thick, toned thighs glistening with lotion. She wore a tiny gray string bikini that was too tight for her age. The fabric strained across her heavy boobs, nipples sharply outlined, the material riding low enough that her cameltoe was deep and visible as the suit dug into her flesh.

She wore thin-framed glasses perched on her nose and flipped a page in her book slowly with a saliva-moistened finger, reading casually as chaos unfolded around her.

A butler stood some distance away, tall and silent, hands folded behind his back, ready to bring her anything she wanted.

She looked up from her book and fixed her eyes on me. “You are interfering in something they both agreed to,” she said coolly, her voice commanding and final, like an order to step aside.

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