Spencer knew things were tense with Tamara. She was justifiably worried, but he could see in her eyes that she had fallen hard for him and was trying to reconcile the way he had treated her all day and the way he had filled her with his cum without permission.
Once they were at the cabin, he made her forget all about it, pulling her into the shower and finally burying his face in her soft tits. He sucked at her dark brown nipples, rolling them with his tongue as his fingers worked their magic between her shapely thighs. Her hands returned the favor, working his shaft until he was ready to go again.
They spilled out of the shower and onto the bed and he climbed atop her, missionary style, between her soft thighs and with his cock filling her as he looked down into her eyes. She held onto him, her big tits swaying with each stroke. Spencer was pretty sure she came twice before him and, when it was his turn, she looked into his eyes and she begged for it.
"Cum inside me," she moaned. "Fill me up again."
He smiled as he leaned down and kissed her, tongues tangling as he fired another load into her teenage pussy. Her inner muscles squeezed him and his spurting seed seemed to trigger another orgasm from Tamara. Afterwards, she lay in his arms for a long while.
"We had better get back." He said. "I'll go find you something to wear."
He found one of his ex-wife's old bikinis in his bedroom. After her midlife breast implants she was about the same measurements as the naturally-endowed Tamara. When he returned to the bedroom holding the red bikini she was using his cell phone.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"Putting my number in your address book."
He felt a little twitch of apprehension. She must have read that on his face, because she gave him a teasing smile.
"Oh, don't worry, Mr. M. You're Maddy's dad and I'm not going to fuck with that." She sat up and ran her finger across the crotch of the shorts he had had put on. "But I might have to get a piece of that big white dick once in a while if you know what I mean. When you need some of this you give me a text message. I'll come right out."
That was an arrangement he could definitely live with. He just wondered how it might change if Tamara's tight pussy was suddenly putting plus signs on pregnancy tests like Karen's. Would she handle things as discretely as Karen had so far? He smiled. It was a risk he was willing to take.
They made a quick trip into town for some to go burgers to take back to the beach. He wasn't particularly hungry, more thirsty after the workout, but it gave him an excuse for the long delay if any of the girls asked. Tamara's long hair blew across her face. She looked amazing in his wife's old bikini. Much better than his ex with her big, bolt-on tits.
When they pulled up at the beach, Spencer saw Gillian and Karen sitting on towels. He scanned the platform out in the water. There was no sign of his daughter.
"Where is she?" he muttered.
Gillian and Karen seemed to exchange hushed conversation as Spencer and Tamara approached. Anxiety twisted in Spencer's guts. The two girls finished talking and put on cheery expressions.
"Hey, nice red bikini," said Gillian.
"It took you long enough," added Karen, giving Spencer an inquisitive glance.
"Where is Maddy?" demanded Spencer. When neither girl answered immediately he fixed Karen with a cold stare. "She's with one of those boys isn't she?"
Karen looked down. Gillian interjected, "She went for a walk and said she would be back-"
"Tell me, Karen. Where is she?"
"They went out on the jetty together. Out there."
She pointed out to the stone jetty extending into the lake. He couldn't see anyone, but that only made him more worried. He gave Gillian a dirty look before taking off at a jog for the distant jetty. The broken paving stones were piled a hundred feet or so out into the lake with a sandy track down the middle. He followed the footprints of two people almost the end of the Jetty.
"Where are you, Maddy?" he whispered to himself.
He listened to the gentle tide of the lake. The calling of birds.
A man's voice carried through the air.
"Oh, fuck. You're going to make me..."
Spencer practically threw himself over the side of the jetty and stumbled down the uneven rocks. A moment later he came face to face with a sight he had quietly dreaded for eighteen years.
His beautiful daughter was on her knees, her bikini top pulled down beneath her pert breasts and her hand stroking the shaft of a man's cock. Her mouth was held open, her lower lip beneath the head of his cock. Before Spencer could shout, before he could throw a punch or throw a rock, he watched in frozen rage as the spiky-haired guy from the diving platform spurted cum onto his daughter's face. Thick, white ropes of spunk lashed her open mouth and her extended tongue. He painted his load all over her face.
"You son of a bitch!" shouted Spencer.
Maddy was still stroking the guy's cock, squeezing out pearly drops of his cum into her mouth, when Spencer decked the guy. The punk sprawled on the rocks. Spencer grabbed his daughter by the hand - the hand she had just been jerking the guy with - and yanked her away from her howling teenage lover with the bloody lip.
The ride back to the cabin was almost totally silent. Spencer was beyond angry. He was beyond the ability to speak to her. Maddy was sullen. Her friends were caught in the awkward silence.
When they arrived back at the cabin, Maddy ran inside and locked herself into the bathroom. When her friends finally persuaded her to come out, he had nothing to say to her. He couldn't even look at her face without picturing that punk with the spiky hair shooting his load all over her.
Knocking up Maddy's friends was always the goal, but following his urges had yielded other consequences. Maddy was his little girl and now she was something different. He hoped their relationship could recover.
Chapter Three
Spencer Mars pulled into the driveway of Karen's house. Karen's mother, June, was already loading up the back of the minivan with help from Karen's two younger brothers. They were getting ready for the long drive south to King's Mountain, the biggest amusement park in three states.
Maddy bounced out of Spencer's Jeep before he had even put it in park. He thought she had grown out of something like a rollercoaster, but she seemed extremely excited about this outing with her friends and Karen's family.
"Heyyyy," she said and waved to Karen.
As his pretty daughter went running over to her friends, Spencer could not help his cock twitching. It wasn't his daughter's cute little butt in her jeans that had him turned on, though he had noticed that and grumbled at her a little about getting some jeans that actually fit.
No, it was Karen in her sun dress, showing off her long legs and slender arms. She was still so skinny, but of course it was only four weeks into her pregnancy. Still too early to be showing off the baby bump Spencer had given to her.
Tamara came out of the garage and gave Maddy a big hug. She was exuberant in her own ridiculously tight blue jeans and a lavender blouse with a scoop neck that could barely contain her plump breasts. She made eye contact with Spencer over his daughter's shoulder. A smile turned the corner's of Tamara's full lips. She gave him a wink.
"Sorry we're late," said Maddy. "Dad was slow getting ready this morning."
Spencer frowned at her. She had been the one to hold up their departure. He had gone for a walk, brewed coffee and made breakfast before his daughter had even rolled out of bed. Waking up early was one of those habits he had picked up from the Marines Corps and, all these years later, he kept the habit going.
"Mr. M," called Tamara. "Could you give me a hand in the house?"
She turned and walked inside, not even waiting for his inevitable answer of "yes." He shrugged at his daughter and Karen and followed Tamara's juicy ass through the garage and into the house. He had never been inside Karen's house, but Tamara seemed to know where she was going. They passed through a nice kitchen ad descended a staircase into the house's finished basement. Tamara left the lights
off, so the den area was gloomy with the just the light from the sliding door. She crossed it and walked into a small bathroom.
"You need help going to the bathroom?" laughed Spencer.
Tamara bit her lip and nodded that she did. He crowded into the bathroom with her, intent on wrapping her up in his arms and giving her a deep kiss. Their lips met for a fleeting moment and then she stepped away. It had been more than a week since his last encounter with Tamara and he was eager to enjoy her curvy teenage body.
His disappointment at being rebuffed by her turned to surprise as she took down her jeans and gray cotton panties and exposed the fuzzy brown mound of her chocolate pussy. Tamara took something out of the pocket of her jean shorts as they fell to the floor. He recognized the white plastic stick.
"I missed my period," she said. "So you're gonna help me go to the bathroom. Hold it for me."
He closed and locked the bathroom door and took the plastic stick from her, surprised at how hard his heart was pumping in his chest. Tamara looked into his eyes as she ran her fingers over her fuzzy mound and pulled her dark outer lips open to reveal the inner pink. She squatted over the toilet. He got down on his knees, close enough to smell her arousal, and he held out the stick beneath her spread teenage pussy.
"Here it comes," she warned.
His cock twitched Tamara's hot urine streamed against his wrist. He adjusted the position of the pregnancy test to catch the sensitive strip in the stream and watched intently as she emptied her bladder over the strip. The smiley face appeared within seconds. He remained serious, though it filled him with amused excitement to know that he had succeeded in impregnating a second of his daughter's close friends.
"What's it say?" demanded Tamara, wiping her groove clean.
He held it out for her to see. She looked at it for a few seconds, her expression hard to read, and then she shrugged.
"That's what I thought," she said.
"What does that symbol mean?" he asked, knowing the answer.
"It means," she plucked the test from his hand and tossed it into the garbage, "you can pound my pussy with that big dick as much as you want without worrying about knocking me up again."
There was no holding him back this time. He lifted Tamara in his arms and dropped her round ass onto the countertop, pushing her back and sliding aside a dish of potpourri and folded towels. He kissed her full, soft lips and drove his tongue into her mouth. Her hands did the work of unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans. His kiss was ravenous. Her hand was hot and firm around his hard cock.
"You like that?" she asked, stroking him. "You knocked me up and now you want to fuck me again?"
"You love it," he growled.
He roughly dragged down the scooped neck of her blouse, her big, lace-cupped tits bouncing free. He dropped his face into her chocolate cleavage and kissed her warm mounds. His fingers peeled open one cup and he sucked at her fat, dark nipple.
"You know I love that hot cream," she moaned, pulling his face into her breasts.
He stood between her parted thighs and she pulled him to her hungry furrow. Her swollen lips met the head of his cock. She gasped and he pushed, driving past her slick velvet and into the exquisite heat and tightness of Tamara's fucktunnel. He drove into her until his balls were pinched against the countertop.
He grabbed her round ass from behind and slid her until she was precariously on the edge, then pushed all the way into her, almost lifting her body off the counter with the force of his lust. Tamara laced her arms around his neck, kissing him, moaning into his mouth as he cock once again claimed the hot tunnel of her lust.
"Ohhhhh, fuck I forgot how big...ohh...that dick is, Mr. M," gasped Tamara.
"Forgot...how tight..."
Spencer could not even finish his sentence. His words were lost in the intense kiss and the pleasure of Tamara's firm teenage body yielding to his hard cock. He was driving into her harder and harder when her butt slipped off the edge of the counter. He had to take a step back, his cock slipping free of her tight pussy. She landed on her feet and laughed.
"Oh, Mr. M, don't you take that dick away from me," she stroked his cock a few times, her fingers sliding on his pussy-slicked shaft.
She turned, offering him a view of the smooth brown onion of her ass. He needed no invitation, grabbing her hip with one hand, his cock with the other, and returning his swollen meat to Tamara's tight channel. She seemed even tighter in this position and he savored the way her pussy squeezed around his cock.
He slammed against her ass with each drive of his cock, his balls swinging against her swollen clit. Her tits swayed beneath her, one swinging free and the other nearly spilling from the cup of her bra with each stroke.
"Ohhhhh yesssssssssssss," she hissed. "Fuck that pussy!"
"Are you gonna to cum on that dick?" Spencer gathered up her hair and pounded even harder into her. "Let me feel it. Let me feel that pussy cum for me."
"Mr. M, yes, ahhhh, I'm cumming! I'm fucking...fucking cumming!"
Spencer leaned over Tamara's curved back as she worked her ass against his hip. He held her hair in one hand and powered his cock deep into her clutching tunnel. He could feel her cumming and his balls tightened against his root. For a moment, he thought about pulling out, just to see how his white cum would look decorating her luscious ass, but Spencer could not deny his urges.
"Take it," he growled.
"Fill my pussy," cried Tamara.
He jerked her head back as he exploded deep inside her and gushed out a flood of his hot cum into her throbbing teenage hole. She wailed with pleasure as he shot her pussy full of his ball cream, not stopping until every drop had been pushed into her.
"Enjoy that," he said, kissing her shoulder and neck. "Take that big load with you in the long car ride."
"Yesssss," she moaned, giving his slowly-shrinking cock a squeeze with her inner muscles. "I'll keep it inside me."
They kissed and his cock slipped out of her. Tamara cleaned up a little and dressed. When they opened the bathroom door, Karen was waiting for them.
"Oh," said Tamara. "We were just...I mean..."
"Mom is ready to go," said Karen. If she knew what they were up to, it did not show in her expression. Spencer and Tamara followed her up the stairs. Maddy was already in the van, playing with her phone. So were Karen's two younger brothers.
"Hey," said Spencer. "Where is Gillian?"
The gorgeous blonde was nowhere to be seen. Maddy leaned her head out of the van.
"She's not coming," she said. "She broke her leg and was afraid she'd slow us down or something. I don't know. It's silly and she should have come. But, um, she left her ipad at the cabin last time she was over. Now that she's stuck sitting down she probably wants to be watching movies or whatever on it. Can you do me a huuuuuuge favor and take it to her?"
"It's back at the cabin?"
"No, I brought it along in the Jeep in case she showed up, but I just texted her and she is not answering, so I guess she isn't coming."
"Sure, sweetie, no problem."
Spencer smiled at his daughter, but he was already thinking about Gillian. He had crossed two names off his list of Maddy's friends and that left her best and hottest friend, Gillian. Having an excuse to go visit her at home might just be the opportunity he needed to make a move.
He helped Karen's mom finishing loading up the van and waved to them as they pulled out of the driveway on their trip to King's Mountain.
"Take lots of pictures!" he shouted.
"I will!" called Maddy.
Once the van was out of sight, Spencer's brain shifted gears. He drove to Gillian's posh neighborhood and found her big, colonial house with her last name on the brick mailbox. It was mid-morning and the driveway was empty. There were lights on in the house though.
He walked up the path to the front door with the iPad in hand. He was in no hurry. The tablet gave him an excuse to creep. He caught a flutter of motion from inside the living room as he linger
ed by the bay windows. He leaned against the glass and peered into the house.
Gillian appeared at the foot of the staircase. She was taller than Maddy or her friends and wore the height with the grace of a runway model. Her gorgeously tight body was not lacking in curves and all of them were on display for Spencer to enjoy. She wore a silk robe open and beneath it a matching set of powder blue lace bra and boy shorts. The waist of her shorts was so low across her slender hips that he could see the hint of her bare mound stretching the fabric and bridging it out to her hip bones. Her golden hair hung down her back and over her shoulders. Strands tickled the tops of her breasts.
Those luscious tits bounced up and down with each awkward step Gillian took. Her left foot and shin were wrapped in the air cast. She had a crutch under one arm and still seemed terribly precarious as she hobbled into the living room. She turned past the windows and gave him a great view of the lower half of her firm butt in those boy shorts, peeking out from beneath her tiny robe. She had a small ass, but a perfect roundness and muscularity.
He was so entranced by the sight that he failed to notice the cat toy in Gillian's path. Some sort of fuzzy pink ball. She stepped on it with her one good foot and let out a surprised cry as she went sprawling back onto the floor.
Spencer Mars saw his opportunity and he took it, rushing into the house and dropping to his knees beside the fallen teenager. Her face was contorted in pain that quickly became shock as she saw him standing over her.
"Are you alright, Gillian?"
"Mr. Mars," she said. "What are...why are you in my house?"
"I was at the door, about to knock, and I saw you fall over. It's a good thing I took the day off and Maddy had me bring your iPad over. Let me get you off the floor."
"If you could just help me...oooh..."
She let out a surprised laugh as Spencer Mars picked her up in his strong arms. Her body was warm. Her robe fell completely open as he lifted her up against his chest. Her creamy breasts heaved with excitement and he could make out the shape of her nipples straining beneath the lace of her bra. She looked up at him with her blue eyes and reached an arm around his neck for extra support.
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