She squirmed against his fingers, pushing her pussy onto his hand. Spencer stopped for long enough to tug his shorts down to his knees and no more. He was painfully hard and Sofia's hand was not all he wanted.
"That is a nice, big cock," she said, watching him position himself between her thighs.
"Spread your pussy for me," he murmured.
Sofia slid fingers down her slender tummy and played them over the dark hair of her mound. She opened her plump mound, revealing her glistening pink and the hungry channel of her sex. Spencer teased her clit with his cockhead and then thrust deep into her pussy. She grabbed her thighs and held her knees up so he could power into her tight tunnel and watch his cock disappearing into her wetness.
"That's it," she gasped. "Fuck me deep. Fuck me haaaard!"
He worked her up into a jiggling froth of pleasure. Her head titled back. Her mouth hung open. He felt her body tensing against him, her pussy squeezing his cock in the vise of her pleasure. It was all over quickly. She was so hot, so ready, he couldn't hold back. He thrust deep into her and exploded against her inner walls. Her cries of pleasure rose an octave as Spencer's thick cumload painted her clutching tunnel in his goo. He finished inside her with slowing strokes and then lay still atop her, both of them enjoying the aftershocks.
"Ohhhhh that was what I needed," she laughed.
He kissed her and smoothed sweaty hair from her face. He looked into those big brown eyes, lined echoes of her daughter's, and he knew he had to have them both.
"I'm going to fuck her," he whispered to her between kisses.
"You are?" she gasped, squeezing him in her cum-stuffed tunnel.
"Yes." He bit her neck. He kicked her. His hand reached around to squeeze her soft ass. "I'm going to fuck her hard and deep. I'm going to fuck her and I'm going to cum inside her. Just like this."
"Ohhhh, yes, Spencer. I want you to. I want to watch you fuck my little girl."
Her lewd words sent a new throb up the length of his cock. To his surprise, the dirty talk had somehow kept his cock at full strength buried inside Sofia's creamed cunt.
"You want to see me creampie your daughter?" he asked and forced his cock into Sofia.
"Yes!" she gasped, drawing a sharp breath. "Yes. Fuck her. Fuck my daughter."
He grabbed Sofia's ass with both hands and began to fuck her again. Slowly for a few seconds, his hard cock sloshing into her juicy cunt, but with an increasing force that churned the cum inside her. The hot lube of his spunk and it only made him harder.
"Turn over," he grunted.
His cock slipped from her gooey groove and he watched as slick, churned spunk slid down to the wrinkled divot of Sofia's asshole. She turned over, onto her hands and knees on the sweat-slicked hardwood floor. He was getting too old for fucking on hardwood. His knees hurt like hell, but it was worth it when he got one look at the glorious, big golden ass of Sofia's.
"Anybody ever let you know you were sexy as hell?"
"Not often enough," said Sofia, giving him a lusty look over her shoulder.
He caressed the soft onion of her ass, spreading her cheeks and letting them fall back into place. He resisted the urge to stuff his cock into her clenched wrinkle and aimed for the drooling folds of her creamy pussy. She took him with a slurp and her ass pressed against his legs. It was big and soft and it slapped against him with each thrust, sending jiggling waves up her cheeks. He grabbed a handful of her hair and jerked her head up.
"Yes, I'm a bad girl," she whined. "Fuck me. Fuck my bad little pussy."
"Just like," he slammed his cock into her, "I'm going to fuck your daughter's pussy."
"Yessssss!" she cried.
If anything, their second orgasms piled into each other with even greater quickness. The over-lubricated slurp, the slapping of flesh, the sweat and squeak of damp wood, the smell of her pussy and his churned cum, created an atmosphere of supersexuality. He reached around her, pulling her upright, crushing her tits in his hands as he fucked into her and exploded. Her clutching tunnel milked every drop from his cock. They kissed over her shoulder, still breathless, still burning with lust.
"You know what I think?" he whispered in her ear. "I think I'm going to take this cum-smeared cock...and let your daughter suck it clean."
"Ohhhhh," moaned Sofia.
Spencer laughed. What a naughty woman he had stumbled upon. If her daughter was anything like her mother, in addition to looking and kissing like her, then he was in for one hell of a day. His softening cock slid from Sofia's pussy. He pulled on his trunks as she tried to catch her breath. Sofia seemed to have taken what he said as raunchy pillow talk, but he meant every word of it.
"I'd better get cleaned up," said Sofia. "I'll take a shower and rejoin you."
"See you then," he said and gave her a smack on her lovely ass.
There was a field of wild flowers leading into the woods behind Spencer's cabin and that was where he found Bianca. She had pulled on a t-shirt that stretched over her enticing breasts. Her nipples were clearly erect beneath the dark fabric.
"This place so beautiful," she said to him, running her fingers over the yellow and pink flowers. "I think I remember coming here once when I was a little girl."
"Probably," said Spencer. "I used to bring Maddy and her friends out here once a month or so. There's a stream just through the woods up there. A little clearing where the sun warms the spring-fed water. It's even better than this."
"Will you show me?"
He nodded and took her hand, leading her out of the bright light of early afternoon and into the cool darkness of the woods. She squeezed his hand a little tighter. There was nothing to be afraid of. Just a hundred or so feet inside the woods the clearing became visible. It was golden with sunlight. It beckoned them in the dark woods like an oasis . The grass of the clearing was warm beneath their feet. Bianca smiled at him and squeezed his hand tightly.
"The spring that feeds this is just a dozen feet upstream. You can drink that water. I had it tested. About as pure as you're gonna get."
Bianca walked out into the stream. It was cool and completely clear. It only reached up to her knees at its deepest. She turned to him, standing on the shore, and she slowly pulled her t-shirt off over her head. Her creamy tan breasts drew him out into the cold water.
"What did you and my mother do?" The tone in her voice suggested curiosity rather than accusations.
Spencer only answered her with a smile as he waded out to join her in the middle of the stream. He kissed her, the golden light between them as their mouths opened to each other and their tongues exchanged the hot, wet message of their lust. He cupped her breasts. He dragged his fingertips over her nipples, down her flat tummy, to the ties of her bikini. He never took his gaze off Bianca's eyes.
Her dark hair was trimmed into a tiny strip above her delicate mound. He lifted her onto the bank and sat her down in the soft grass. She covered herself, but Spencer pulled her hands away.
"Please," she said.
He kissed her knees. He spread her legs apart, made her show him as his lips and the coarse brush of his stubble moved up her creamy inner thigh. She shuddered. Her fingers laced into his hair as his kiss brushed teasingly against the tan and pink of her pussy. She looked like a virgin. He almost bought the innocent act. Right up until she opened her mouth.
"Oh, Mr. Mars, lick me," she moaned.
He dragged his thumbs against her neat folds, opening her as his tongue dragged the length of her pink teenage slit. She was sweet and hot. Her pussy seemed to melt open around his tongue and he lapped his way up to the hard pebble of her clit. He chased it with the tip of his tongue. Her thighs scissored against his head. She arched and lifted her ass out of the grass and pushed her boiling groove against the muscular power of his tongue.
Both of her hands cradled his head. Her hips worked in a little swings and thrusts, grinding into him, saturating his lips and chin with her honey.
"Ohhhh that's so good!" she gasped.
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He beat his tongue insistently against the fleshy gem of her clit. Her body tensed. Her pert breasts quivered with the trapped energy of her orgasm. Spencer pressed his lips around Bianca's bud and sucked, hard, and a jolt of pleasure rocked through her poised body. At the brink of her orgasm, he pressed two fingers to her folds and slipped them inside her juice tunnel. Her hot walls squeezed against his fingers. His folded knuckle rubbed against her honey-slicked ass.
"Yes! Yes!" She fucked against his fingers and his tongue. "Fuck me. Make me cummmm!"
It was exactly what he intended. Spencer sucked and licked at the core of Bianca's pleasure and stroked his long fingers into her clutching fuckslit. The taste of her cum as it flooded over his tongue and down his chin was all the reward he needed. Her girlish whine as she climaxed only further stiffened his hard cock.
"Cummming! I'm cumming all over your tongue!"
Bianca bucked her hips and fucked against his tongue and fingers. She spilled every drop of her sweet nectar into his mouth. It glazed his lips and coated her creamy brown thighs. Waves of ecstasy visibly rippled through her muscles. She released one handhold on Spencer's head to roughly squeeze her breast and pinch her own nipple.
The tension in her thighs gradually eased and Bianca's bottom dropped back to the grass. She was flushed and almost out of breath. Her thighs opened around Spencer's head. He crawled up her trembling body and kissed her, feeding the sweetness of her pussy into her mouth on his tongue. She cradled his head in both her hands. His hardness pressed against her freshly-licked pussy.
"I'm going to fuck you," he said, looking into her eyes. "But first you're going to suck on my cock. Have you done that before?"
"Yes," she whispered.
He stood and dragged down the front of his trunks. As Bianca sat up, the rigid length of Spencer's cock bounced free only inches from her face. He saw that slight raise of her eyebrows, the widening of her eyes, and the hint of an amazed smile at her luscious lips. They were the looks that he loved to see on a girl's face the first time he introduced them to his cock.
"I know it's big," he said. "But you can handle it."
She nodded, although seemed unconvinced as she reached out and wrapped her small hand around his length. His cock was still filthy with cum and he saw the hint of Bianca's disgust at the strong smell of that.
"Don't wrinkle your nose," he said and stroke her silky hair. "That's from me and your mother fucking. You know that was what we were doing, right?"
"Y-yeah," she admitted.
"And you came out here anyway, knowing I was going to fuck you, right?"
"Yes," she said and even nodded.
"Do you want me to fuck your mom's cum into your sweet pussy? Or..." He pulled her head towards his cock "Would you rather clean me off with that sexy mouth?"
Bianca answered by closing her eyes and parting her glistening lips. Spencer pulled her mouth onto his cock, pressing between those soft lips and slide his cock across her tongue. Her lips closed and she greeted him with suction. Her tongue and saliva bathed the cum from his cock.
"Mmmmmm," she moaned.
She tasted it all as her tongue roamed around his shaft and wiped the clinging spunk from his ridges. Her mouth began to bob. Her spit and lips and the gentle, insistent suction worked to clean him completely. Spencer caressed her head and watched her pretty face bouncing slowly on his cock.
The soft slurp of her mouth and her little moans were accompanied by the burble of the nearby stream. She opened her brown eyes and gazed up at him and pulled back until just the tip of his cock was in her mouth. Her tongue traced his ridges and lashed his oozing slit.
"Ohhhh, that's good," groaned Spencer. "Good girl. Are you ready for this cock now?"
Her lips popped wetly as she slipped free of his cock. There was no need to say "yes" for her, she simply stood up and embraced him with a passionate kiss. Spencer didn't even care that he could taste some of what was on his cock. He eagerly kissed her back, tongues warring, his hands dropping to her firm cheeks and squeezing.
Bianca stroked his cock with both hands. Her nipples pressed against his hairy chest. Between kisses, her words were a steaming whisper.
"I need you, Mr. Mars," she gasped. "I need you to fuck me."
He stood her against a nearby tree, covering her hands against the stump and pulling her firm ass towards him. She watched him over her shoulder, down the curve of her slender back, she watched his fat cock. He pressed it to the pink folds of her pussy. So warm and wet and delicate. He pushed slowly into her, opening her, stretching her around the fat bell of his cockhead.
"Nnnnnnnn," she grunted, biting her lip as his cock sunk into her tight channel.
"You're so fucking tight."
"Ohh, please, be gentle."
Spencer put one hand on her ass and spread her cheeks. Her tiny asshole clenched. He watched as his cock fit into her pink pussy. He was very gentle, not the least because he wanted to enjoy each inch of her teenage pussy as his big cock filled and stretched it. He finally hit her cervix and still had a few inches of cock left to push into her tight groove.
"Oh my...I've never felt anything this big," she laughed. "You have to be careful, please."
"Don't you worry," he leaned forward, pulling her hair back from her face to kiss her shoulder and cheek. "I'll make sure you cum."
The certainty with which he made his promise seemed to send a new thrill through Bianca. She leaned back into him, hands still braced on the tree trunk, and began to move her hips. His strokes were gentle and steady, her pussy as tight as a stocking around his cock and squeezing him each time he tried to pull back. More than once he pulled his cock all the way out, enjoying that last pop as her hot little vice released him. He smacked his fat cockhead against her firm bottom, teased his cock up her crack and then pushed it back into her nearly virginally tight pussy.
She began to set a faster pace. Her cervix pressed against his tip her ass bounced and pussy popped on his swollen length. He took hold of her hips and reminded her of his power. Her head dropped. A low moan escaped her lips as he drove his cock into her, again and again. He smacked his hand against her cheeks, teased a thumb against her asshole and, when she lifted her head, pulled it back further with a yank of her hair.
"I'm going to cum," she panted.
"Squeeze me with that pussy!" he growled.
Her walls clenched around his cock. Her velvet tunnel was boiling hot. Spencer's balls tightened against his cock. He knew he would not last much longer in Bianca's teenage pussy, but he wanted to feel her orgasm around him before he let go.
He did not have long to wait. Bianca's ass bounced on his cock and she let out a scream that pierced the woods. She panted and pushed back and she squeezed him, tighter than she had voluntarily, as her waves of contractions broke through her slender body.
"Take it!" he groaned. "Take this load."
He slammed his cock into her and fired the first shot of his cum. Her moaning took on a new tone as she felt his cum streaming into her pussy. Despite all the sex in one day, nearly a record outside some particularly intense Saturdays with Gillian, he managed a substantial load. His cum swamped her cervix and flooded her teenage channel. It dripped out of her in wet slurps and spilled down his balls.
He pulled back, out with a pop, and admired her swollen folds dangling quivering strands of his spunk. She squeezed her inner muscles and a milky glob spilled out, over her clit, and dripped onto the grass between her feet.
"I'm...not on any birth control."
That made Spencer's cock twitch. He stood up, yanking her head back, pulling her away from the tree and into his arms. His kiss silenced her concern. Her worry melted as her eyes closed.
"It's okay," said Spencer. "I know you love the feel of my cum inside you."
She could not argue with him. Her kiss, hungry and hot, revealed the truth. He stroked her and caressed her breasts. He kissed the sweat from his nipples. Spencer wanted to fuck her again, but
he was not sure his cock could take it.
"Your mother will be worried," he said as he stroked the hair from Bianca's beautiful face. "We'd better get back to the cabin."
She gave him a final kiss and they separated to pull on their bathing suits. Sofia was waiting for them in the kitchen, chopping vegetables for a salad.
"I hope you don't mind," she said, gesturing the boiling water on the stove. "I thought I would make us something to eat. I think we've all...worked up an appetite."
Bianca blushed. Spencer just laughed and snatched one of the pieces of tomato Sofia had been slicing and popped it in his mouth.
"I'll, um, help with the sauce," said Bianca.
"I really need to grab a shower," said Spencer. "I hope you two lovely ladies can manage without me."
He gave Bianca a nice long kiss and turned to her mother to share the same. Neither woman could resist his lips. He shook his head.
"You two are amazing," he chuckled as he walked out.
He had a nice long shower and returned to the kitchen to find Bianca, wearing a t-shirt, was finishing up setting the table and Sofia, also wearing a t-shirt, was struggling to open another chilled bottle of wine. He took over and popped the cork for her, pouring glasses of Dolcetto for the three of them. They sat down, Sofia said grace in Spanish, and they enjoyed a relaxed meal.
Bianca told Spencer about her plans for college. Sofia complained about her own divorce and being a fashion show organizer in Milan and Paris. Spencer told them about being in the Marines. Twelve years. Never made it past sergeant because he got caught sleeping with his captain's nineteen year old daughter.
"Lucky they didn't shoot me," he said. "But I had a bronze star from Desert Storm and I guess that was enough to get me an honorable."
"You saw combat?" asked Bianca.
"Yeah, I did. People think Desert Storm was a cakewalk and maybe it was for some units, but we ran into some boys that had guts and were willing to fight. Lost a couple good men. Don't like to talk about it much."
"Sorry," said Bianca.
"No, no," said Spencer. "I ain't complaining. And you know what? Compared to what our guys went through in Iraq and Afghanistan in the last ten years it was a cakewalk. I'd take a hard week over tours in the desert getting shot at every other day."
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