"Take them off," She commanded.
Spencer was all too happy to remove her shoes and trousers. Her legs were short and muscular, but smooth and silky-skinned. He tossed aside her shoes and slid off her pants. She kicked away the sheer fabric of her panties. The beautiful Latina held her feet up to his face.
"I want you to lick my arches," she said.
Her feet smelled like sweat. Spencer did not have a foot fetish, but he obeyed her order gratefully. After what happened earlier with his daughter, he felt like he deserved to lick this woman's sweaty feet. He caressed her smooth arch with his tongue. He tasted the salt of her sweat and massaged her foot with his slow licks.
"Better than a pedicure," sighed Florencia, leaning back on her elbows and watching Spencer lick her. "Nice and wet. I love seeing an old man lick my feet."
She pushed her toes into his mouth until he almost gagged. She made him suck them and lick from her ankles to her heels. When she was satisfied that her feet were cleaned and massaged by Spencer's tongue, she grabbed his hair and pulled him up.
She sat up on the bed, slowly unbuckling his belt and lowering his pants. He stood at attention, or as close as he could with all that whiskey in him, and despite the whiskey his cock stood at attention as well. It strained in his boxer briefs. Florencia hooked her fingers into the elastic and pulled them out and under his cock. It bounced up and pointed almost straight at her face.
"Oh, look at this," she said, wrapping her hand around his shaft and squeezing him. "That's a nice cock for an old timer. Do you scare all those college girls with this thing?"
"Sometimes," admitted Spencer. "But they get over it.
"I'll bet they do." She let go of it to take off her sports bra, finally exposing the mounds of her pert breasts. She had wide tan areolas and fat nipples that stood out proudly from her chest. Her pale tits were marked red where the sports bra pressed into them. She squeezed them and searched his face for a reaction. She returned one hand to his cock. "I'm not even going to try to fit this big thing in my mouth. But I'll do something even better."
She licked her palm and proceeded to expertly milk his cock. He was so turned on from licking her and sucking her toes that he was almost ready to shoot into her hand. She moved to her knees on the bed and pulled his spit-lubed cock between the soft mounds of her breasts. Even buried between them, the purple head of his cock still protruded from between them and rested on her throat.
"I always wanted a pearl necklace," she said. "Are you going to give me one?"
"I'd love to," said Spencer, thrusting between her tits.
She squeezed them tightly around him, giving him a warm and incredibly soft tunnel for his lust. His thighs slapped against the undersides of her breasts. Precum smeared between them all the way up to her throat.
"That's it, old man," she teased. "Fuck those big tits. Let me feel that friction."
He rubbed her cleavage red with his cock and fucked in and out of her tightly-pressed, pillowy tits. She tucked her chin against her throat and greeted each stroke of his cock with the soft, warm oval of her lips. The tip of his cock pumped in and out of her mouth and her tongue lashed against his leaking slit.
"Oh fuck, that's it baby," he cried. "You're going to make me blow this load."
"Let me taste that cum," she hissed. "Shoot...mmmm...shoot it right in my mouth. Right here."
"I thought you wanted a...ohhhhh...FUCK!"
All thoughts other than the intensity of his pleasure fled from Spencer's mind. Florencia stopped pressing on the side of her breasts and let them fall away from his cock. She grabbed his dick, furiously stroke it as she clamped her lips around his tip and sucked very, very hard. Her timing was perfect, her suction starting at just the moment to draw him over the edge and into the long prelude to his orgasmic release. His toes curled into the filthy carpet. His balls tightened.
Looking down into her beautiful face, her full lips tight around him and her fist a blur as she worked his shaft, Spencer unloaded. She winced as the first hot pump of his cum hit her throat. Her strokes slowed on his shaft, but her suction was unrelenting. It was so intense it felt as if she was trying to reach down into his balls and drag out all the cum. She swallowed each pump of semen as it hit her tongue and finished him with a gentle stroking of his balls.
When her lips popped free, she was smiling.
"I bet when you went for your walk, you never imagined you'd be doing this," she laughed and pulled him down with her onto the bed. She gave him a wet, salty kiss that he shared without hesitation. Their tongues battled over his lingering taste and his hand slid up from her hip to squeeze her breast and play with her fat nipple.
"I want to fuck you," he whispered.
"You think you deserve that?" she asked, running her hands over his muscular back.
Spencer stroked her smooth thighs. He kissed her shoulder and pressed his lips to her ear.
"I think you deserve it," he hissed.
"Ooohhhh," she gasped at his forceful tone. "Did you bring a condom?"
"I'll pull out," he lied.
His hands spread her thighs and stroked her slick furrow. His hungry kiss sought her breasts. His sucking mouth and flicking tongue against her nipples quieted her concerns. As much as he wanted to simply thrust his cock into her, he wasn't quite ready after fucking her luscious breasts.
Spencer took charge, stroking Florencia's hot slit even as he guided her head to his cock. He knelt on the bed with her on her hands and knees as she began to lick and suck his cock. He played with her ass, toying with the tender rim as she engulfed him in her hot mouth. She wiggled her hips and pushed her ass back against his teasing fingers. His cock soon stiffened in her eager mouth.
"Turn around," he grunted. "I'm going to fuck you from behind."
He pulled his big dick from her mouth and helped guide her to spin on the filthy mattress and show him her pink-tan asshole and the sweet peach of her pussy, showing pink through the dark of her hair.
"What a nice, juicy ass," said Spencer.
"Don't get any ideas," laughed Florencia.
Spencer already had idea, it just wasn't the one the gorgeous young policewoman was expecting. He leaned over the edge of the bed and reached for her police belt. He grabbed the cuffs out of their holster, grabbed her arms and quickly snapped the cuffs onto her wrists. Florencia fell forward onto the filthy mattress, her face and plump breasts holding her weight with her arms bent and cuffed behind her back.
"Ow! Fuck, that hurts! Hey, what the hell are you doing?"
"Give you exactly what you need," declared Spencer and he delivered a swift hard smack to her firm bottom.
"Ahh!" cried Florencia. "You can't do this. I'm a cop."
He smacked her again, repeatedly, making her whimper in shock with each rough blow. He stopped and took hold of her hip with one hand. His other grasped the surging steel of his cock and guided it to the warm wetness of her entrance. Her cries of protest became a hiss of pleasure as Spencer teased the head of his cock up and down her slit before bludgeoning it against the fleshy bead of her clit.
"Let me goooo," whined Florencia, struggling to get her arms free as if she might break the cuffs.
"I will," promised Spencer. "After I've filled this little pussy with a hot load of cum."
"No!" cried Florencia, trying to scoot away from him on the filthy bed.
He grabbed her hips with both hands, dragging her back and holding her in place as he thrust his cock into the yielding heat of her slit. She was tight. Much tighter than he expected, given her looks. She must have really been storing up her desires, waiting to let them out on some poor, unsuspecting perp.
"Looks like I turned the tables on that ass," groaned Spencer, fucking slowly in and back out of her clutching fuckhole. "Now I'm going to give you exactly what you need, officer."
He started to pound his cock into her slick channel. Each thrust of his cock swung his balls against the warm of her pussy and clit. He worked his big co
ck in and out of her quickly, each stroke producing a visible flex in the tan drum of Florencia's asshole. He leaned into her, driving her harder into the mattress and shaking the bed with each stroke.
"Fuck you are tight," he groaned.
"Ohhhh my god," she whined. "It's so big. I can't...I can't take this. Slow down."
"Fuck that!" growled Spencer and he shifted into an even higher gear. He hadn't fucked anyone this hard since high school. He pounded it all into the policewoman's fluttering fuckhole, every inch, bottoming out against her cervix and even stretching that against the weight of his cockhead. He thought about his daughter riding her boyfriend, riding that stranger's cock, looking right at him. He roared with fury at himself for letting things get so fucked up with Maddy.
"Please," cried Florencia. "Slow down. It hurts."
He wasn't listening. He pummeled her pussy, thighs smacking loudly against her buttocks. The trailer actually shook along with the bouncing bed.
"Jesusssss!" wailed Florencia.
He felt her cum, desperately, squeezing against him as her spasm of inner muscles failed to arrest the motion of his pounding cock. His cum was boiling for another release. He grabbed her handcuffed hands and began to move her even as his cock was a fleshy piston banging at full speed into her cunt. Impact waves rippled her round ass and they were both drenched in sweat.
Spencer felt his balls tightening and the pleasure rising up inside his cock.
"Here it comes," he groaned.
"Yessss," she whined. "Yes. Cum all over my ass."
"I'm going to fill that tight fucking pussy," he reminded her. "I'm going to...ahhhhh...fuck. Here it comes!"
"Oh god!" she cried.
His cock throbbed with release, pulsing out a torrent of cum deep into the policewoman's fluttering channel. She clenched around him, another orgasm triggered by the feel of his hot flood as his twitching balls pressed tight against her clit. He buried his cock to the limit of her cervix and let his cum wash her womb, reveling in the hot, silky sensation of his lust emptying into her.
As Spencer fired his cum deep into Florencia's clutching tunnel, he released all of his stress. His guilt and anger about what happened with Maddy, his shame, his fears about the house and about his responsibilities. Each throb and release of his seed into the beautiful policewoman's hungry tunnel seemed to alleviate another one of his worries.
When he finally pulled out, his cock left her with a slurping sound and a white trickle of spunk dripped from her velvet folds and spattered into her dark fur. She fell onto her side, panting with exhaustion, eyes rolling to look up at him with accusation mingling with the afterglow of her climax.
"You came inside me," she moaned.
Spencer reached down and unlocked the handcuffs. She took a swing at him. He caught her hands and wrestled her back down onto the bed, his sweaty body atop her softer curves, his lips quieting her anger with a hard, deep kiss. She yielded to it almost immediately and her tongue fought with his as her anger drained from her hot body.
They kissed and fondled and fucked again. This time she rode him and there was no pretense that she would lift up when the time came. He held her ass, fingertip toying with her tan asshole as her plump tits bounced in his face. She squeezed him and milked his cock until he emptied another hot load into her.
After they had recovered, they dressed and Florencia made him sit in the back of the police cruiser.
"I think you've sobered up," she declared, still buttoning up her uniform as he sat down in the back seat. "I'll drive you home. Where do you belong?"
"The Alpha Gamma Mu House on sorority row," said Spencer. "I refurbed it and I guess I'm sort of like the den mother."
"Isn't that the pregnant sorority?" she asked. "I've heard rumors about that place...you didn't...those girls aren't all pregnant with your kids are they?"
He smiled at her slyly in the rear view mirror.
"Not all of them," he said, thinking of his daughter.
He decided, as he rode in the back of the cop car, that when he got back to the house he would have a long talk with Maddy and confront their feelings. His relationship with her had gotten weirder and weirder and it had to stop. She was a rational adult, he was a rational adult, and if need be they could seek therapy. He didn't want his obsessions and perversions doing any more harm to that relationship.
The cruiser pulled up outside the sorority house. The flashing red lights in the drive made his heart leap into his throat. The EMTs getting out of the ambulance and rushing to the door didn't help matters.
"Let me out!" he cried, pounding on the back door.
Florencia quickly opened the back of the police cruiser and Spencer bolted for the sorority house's front door. Bryce was opening the door for the EMTs when he reached the porch. Karen pushed past him with Gillian and Tamara close behind her.
"What's going on?" demanded Spencer.
The paramedics pushed him back and helped Karen onto a stretcher.
"Her water broke," said Gillian. "She's having the baby."
He ran to Karen's side and took her hand. She smiled up at him, though her almond eyes were puffy with tears.
"The baby is coming," she said. "I can feel her."
As Spencer climbed into the ambulance with Karen, he knew that a chapter in his life was ending and a new one was beginning. He was no longer going to just be the guy seducing younger women and knocking them up, he was going to be the guy supporting a lot of babies. Lots and lots of babies. A whole house full of them.
It sounded like a full time job.
THE END
Coming Soon: Spencer returns at Sandy State's infamous Milky House Sorority!
Epilogue
Spencer awakened to a familiar sound: a hungry baby crying in the night. He groaned and covered his head with a pillow. It sounded like little Ethan was the hungry one crying in the nursery. And if he wasn’t fed soon he was liable to wake up the other babies.
Spencer uncovered his head and looked over at the shape of the girl beside him in the bed. In the moonlight, her breasts in the padded nursing bra were enormous and definitely swollen with milk. He had to sit up to remind himself which of his many lovers he was sharing his bed with. Gillian. And she was sound asleep. He remembered that she had been studying late for a French exam the next morning. He decided to let her sleep as he swung his legs over the side of the bed and forced himself to his feet.
The sorority was lit by the low blue of the night lights he had installed throughout the spacious house. He padded down the hall and into the nursery to fetch Ethan. To his surprise, there were no other babies sharing the nursery. Their mothers must have all decided to share their bedrooms with their little ones. Ethan took a bottle of Gillian’s milk from the fridge, warmed it, and sat down in the nursing chair to feed Ethan and get him back to sleep.
He woke again with an empty bottle in one hand and a sleeping baby in his arms. He heard the thump of feet headed towards the nursery. Two voices whispered softly to one another. He listened, but could not make out anything they were saying.
After a couple minutes, Joan and Katie appeared at the door of the nursing room. They were both wearing tank tops and panties and nothing else. The tight tank tops stretched over their milk-heavy breasts, their engorged nipples poking at the fabric and, in the case of Joan, leaking milk onto her top. They both had a bit of lingering weight from their pregnancies, but they had worked hard to return to their youthfully firm bodies. Spencer appreciated their thick thighs and round asses and didn’t mind the light stretch marks on their bellies. He liked the milk-swollen tits. They looked as perfect as if they’d had implants.
“Somebody was hungry,” cooed Katie, walking into the nursery to caress Ethan.
“He’s full now,” said Spencer.
“Want me to put him in his crib?” Katie asked.
“Sure,” said Spencer. “But I think he might have a wet diaper.”
“No problem,” said Katie. Spencer consider
ed her to be a natural. She was a loving mother and surrogate mother to all the babies growing up in the sorority. Some of the girls struggled with being teenagers and mothers, like Tamara and Spencer’s own daughter, while others, like Katie and Gillian, took to it easily.
Joan sat her shapely ass on the arm of the rocking chair and slipped her arm around Spencer’s neck.
“You’re such a good dad,” she said and stroke his hair.
“Thanks,” he said. “Tired dad. Did you and Katie have the girls in your room.”
“Yeah, in the crib and then in bed with us,” she said and leaned against him. “I know you’re not supposed to, but they like it better and so do we. But… it gets in the way of the fun.”
“You and Katie like to have fun together,” said Spencer as he watched the spots of milk spreading and soaking into Joan’s tank top. The thin fabric had become almost transparent and he could see her mother’s nipple clearly through the sheer material.
“I like to have fun with you too,” purred Joan. “Is tired dad thirsty? Does he need some milk to help him go back to sleep?”
Joan did not wait for Spencer to answer. She pulled her tank top up from her tummy and lifted her breasts as she raised the shirt. Milk gushed and dripped from through the fabric. She lifted the tank top higher and her breasts dropped free and bounced against her breasts. Spencer marveled at their roundness, at the faint blue veins traced around the sides, and her fat, fully-engorged nipples. Her areolas had grown larger with pregnancy and her breasts dripped with her overflowing mother’s milk.
His cock twitched in his boxer shorts. Joan reached a hand down and squeezed his hardness.
“Oooh, does big, tired daddy need some TLC and some warm milk?”
“Fuck, you are a naughty one,” chuckled Spencer. He looked up at her as she pulled him towards her dripping breasts and leaned her milky mounds into his face. He smelled the scent of fresh milk and her familiar shampoo and kissed the soft curve of her breasts. Joan’s hand slipped into his boxers and wrapped around his shaft. She moaned softly, thrusting her breasts against his face as he took one of her dripping nipples into his mouth.
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