"Where are you going?" asked Karen.
It was the first thing she had said since leaving the drugstore. Spencer paused in the doorway, knowing that the fading light and the doorway enhanced his aging masculinity. All of the girls got a good look, but it was a show he was putting on for Karen specifically.
"Just heading out to the barn to get some work done," said Spencer. "Got to take care of the horses."
Taking care of the horses was a phrase, Spencer well knew, that made ovaries throb. Women loved horses and they loved men who got all sweaty in barns, even if the reality wasn't quite as sanitary and appealing as the fantasy. He liked to imagine that when he turned and walked out that door headed for the barn at least one or two of Madeline's friends had a little drip going for him.
Spencer had two horses living in the old barn and grazing on two three acres he had fenced himself. His wife had picked them out, but because he had paid for every bit of them, he got to keep them in the divorce. The big, brown quarter horse with the black mane was named Brutus. He was an easy-going horse in the latter years of a long life. The other horse was his daughter's painted mare, Tuscany, and spirited was a nice way of putting what she was.
He grabbed the old shovel off the rack, turned on some classic rock on the radio and started doing something really sexy: shoveling manure. It took him half an hour of shoveling and trips with the wheelbarrow to empty out the stalls. Brutus stayed politely out of his way, grazing in the pasture, while Tuscany kept crowding into the stall and kicking at her feed bucket.
"I know, I know," he said, patting her head. "You're hungry. Let me finish up here and lay down some straw, then I'll get you some oats."
At least the cool air took some of the edge off his sweat and kept the bugs to a minimum. He got the stalls cleaned and carried over a bale of hay. He was in the zone. Doing the routine and thinking about other things. He finished spreading straw, watered the trough and dumped hay and oats into the horses' feed buckets. He was dusting off his gloves when he looked up into the barn and saw Karen sitting on top of the stacked bales of straw.
"How long you been watching me?" He asked.
She hopped down off the stack of straw and dusted off the seat of her shorts. He could see it in her eyes. She had been watching long enough to make those ovaries throb, alright.
"Maddy always says we can come check out the horses and then she never shows them to us," said Karen, walking over to where the horses were eating from their feed buckets. "I guess she's shown them to everybody else."
"Yeah, when she was a girl. To be honest, I don't think she cares about them too much anymore." He gestured to Tuscany. "Her mom picked that horse out for her and she never could get the hang of riding her. She's a...temperamental horse."
"What about the big one?"
Karen leaned against the gate into the stalls and stretched out over it, scratching Brutus on his neck. He lifted his head from the feed bucket and snorted.
"Brutus. I ride him once in a while. He's getting a little old for the trail. One wrong step and his leg could go out and I'd have to...well...I don't want to take chances with him at this age."
Brutus put his head over the gate, grinding oats in his teeth, and Spencer scratched in the groove beneath the horse's chin.
"Have you gone riding before?"
"Nooo," said Karen. "They're so big. I think I would be afraid."
"Be respectful, not afraid. A horse like Tuscany there will know if you're afraid...and..."
Karen had her hand on Spencer's chest. She was looking up at him, her mind far away from the horse chewing oats. Spencer stopped talking and looked at Karen.
"I'm not a teenage boy," he said to her. "You understand that, right?"
"Oh, I know," she said, softly.
"I don't want there to be any misunderstandings."
Her fingers fiddled with the buttons of his worn shirt. She opened it and pulled the tuck out of his jeans. Sweat had soaked through under the arms of the t-shirt underneath the work shirt. He knew he smelled, but Karen didn't seem to mind.
"What was his name?"
"Who?"
Hunter slid his fingers into Karen's silky black hair, pushing it away from her pretty face. Golden evening light was spilling into the barn and setting the dust aglow. It made her look even more beautiful than when he had first noticed those freckles.
"The boyfriend Gillian stole from you," he said.
"I don't even remember his name," she said, her eyes locked on Spencer's.
He shrugged out of the shirt and scooped Karen into his arms. Her lips were soft against his. They opened when he sought a deeper kiss and his tongue slid against hers. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her back to the stacked bales of straw. She let out a soft cry as he pressed her onto a table of the straw. He peeled off his sweaty shirt and she got her first look at his muscular, hairy chest with its fuzzy trail of hair down the center of his abs to the waist of his jeans.
"You're so...big...," she gasped, looking from his broad shoulder to the rocky barrel of his abdomen. "I've never...I mean..."
"You've been with boys. Now you're going to be with a man."
She did not resist him as he pulled her loose shirt over her head. The bra beneath was barely a bandage cover her breasts and he unwound it with a single hand, peeling it off and exposing her tiny breasts with her hard, brown nipples. Before she could become self-conscious, he ducked his head down to her chest and began kissing her breasts and running his tongue slowly over and around the fleshy pebbles of her nipples.
"Ohhh, Mr. Mars."
Karen arched her back and pressed the slight mounds of her teenage tits against his face. He greedily sucked and rolled her nipples with his tongue. His hand pressed between her thighs. He began to unbutton her jean shorts. He lifted his head from her chest and smiled down at her.
"Spencer," he said. "I think we're on a first name basis now."
"Okay, Sp--Ooh!"
She let out a cry of surprise as he roughly yanked her shorts down her slender thighs. He pulled them off her legs and tossed them behind him onto the grain bin. She was wearing a pair of white and pink Hello Kitty underwear, cut low on her narrow hips. He could see the shape of her mound and her dark hair beneath the tight fabric.
He didn't bother to take her panties off her. He couldn't wait for that. He dropped his face between her golden thighs and kissed the smooth inner flesh. She gasped as his fingers pulled aside the warm gusset of her panties and his tongue sought the delicate pink flower of her cunt. Her hair was trimmed, but thick and netted against his tongue.
Karen gasped and thrust herself at his face. He tasted her sweet honey, flowing hot and plentiful from her tight little hole. Her muscular legs closed around his face and she lifted her firm butt off the straw to thrust her groove against his tongue.
Her clit was tiny and well-hooded, but he found it with the tip of his tongue and chased it until she was shaking with pleasure. Her juices spilled down his chin and slicked her inner thighs as she came for him. At the peak of her pleasure he closed his lips against her velvet flesh and sucked the sweet peach of her pussy until her thighs stopped shaking.
Spencer eased Karen back down to the hay and he stood above her, admiring her slender, teenage body and the way her little breasts heaved with excitement. His hands worked his belt and he opened his jeans to her, showing her the fat bulge of his boxer briefs. She stared at it, panting with lust, so entranced and afraid of the size of it that she could not even speak.
He could see her doubts intensify as he slid his underwear down his muscular legs and stepped out of them. His cock, nearly fully hard, was a monster. His ex-wife had measured it once shortly after they had married. Her eyes had gone wide and she had held up the measuring tape with her thumb pinched just above the number ten. He always went down on the women he slept with because he wanted to give them every chance in the world to deal with his huge, thick cock.
"Oh, wow," said Karen
, staring at it sticking out above Spencer's big balls like something out of a Tom of Finland drawing. "I've never one that big before."
"Are you a virgin?" he asked.
"No, but...please...I don't know if..."
"It's only fun if it hurts a little bit," said Spencer, pressing atop her.
Karen's thighs were spread wide to accommodate his large frame. With one hand around the thick meat of his cock, he guided it to her slick velvet and pressed into her furrow. She twisted her head as his massive cock claimed her tight teenage pussy, stretching her wider than she had ever been stretched before and filling her with inch after inch of his cock.
She bit her lower lip and whimpered softly as he fucked into her. He only fit half his cock inside her before he hit the dead end of her cervix. He pressed a little more and she winced in obvious pain. He pulled back, marveling at the way her walls seemed to suck him back in, tight as a vice around him. She gasped and he quieted her cry with his kiss as he began to thrust atop her.
"Spencer," she gasped against his lips. "It's too big. You're too big."
"You're too tight," he countered. "Just relax, baby."
She nodded and he smoothed back her hair with both hands, resting more of his weight against her, chest against her chest, as he began to slowly move inside her tight channel. She was so wet that each thrust of his cock stuffing her completely forced some of her juice out of her pussy. She whimpered in shock at each stroke. At this angle, his balls dangled along his shaft, colliding with her ass as his cockhead pressed against her cervix.
Spencer wasn't sure if she was going to scream, cry or start moaning with pleasure. He decided he didn't care. He buried his face against her long neck, kissing it as he thrust harder into her. The straw crackled beneath them. She moaned. Her thighs trembled against him. Her vice-tight pussy quivered in sympathy to each powerful stroke.
"You should...ahhh...put on a...a...condom," moaned Karen.
He lifted his face from her neck and looked down into her brown eyes. They crinkled with pain with each of his downward strokes into her hot, tight pussy.
"They're upstairs," he murmured. "Do you want me to...hnnn...stop and go get them?"
"Just...just pull out. Okay?" When he didn't answer right away she asked again. "Will you pull out?"
The answer was no, but he wasn't ready to give it to her. He stroked his cock slowly and pressed a kiss to her lips. Her protest was lost and then defeated as her mouth yielded to him and she eagerly fenced tongues in the hot cove of their kiss. Her hands wrapped around him and held fast to his back. The bales of hay beneath them crunched and creaked and filled the air with dust.
Spencer knew he was getting close. He wanted it to be special. He wanted to look into her face as she felt him unloading into her unprotected teenage pussy. Some guys might have been afraid of the consequences, but Spencer had a damn good lawyer and, if he was being honest with himself, the idea of knocking a woman up only made it all the hotter. Especially if she was a hot, innocent teenager like Karen.
He lifted his weight from Karen's slender body. She moaned with pleasure, her pussy clutching at his cock.
"Put your arms around my neck," he said.
She laced her arms around his neck and he cradled her firm little butt as he scooped her up off the bale of hay. Her thighs pressed tight around his hips and he held her in his arms, impaled on his cock. Her ass was a firm weight in his hands, his fingers against the warm curve of her crack as he moved her on his cock.
"Oh my god," cried Karen. "Fuck me. Fuck meeeeee."
Spencer bounced her on his cock, her sweet groove sliding the length of him and dripping her juices down his shaft. She squeezed against him and planted wild, wet kisses on his shoulder, his neck and his cheek. Her pussy made lewd, wet sounds as he raised and lowered her onto his cock. His balls tightened. He could feel the coil of his orgasm winding around his cock.
"I'm going to fucking cum," he grunted. "I'm going to cum inside you."
"N-no," she gasped. "No. I'm not...ahhh...on...the pill."
He ignored her words and hammered his cock into Karen's teenage pussy. Her hairs tickled against him. Her wetness saturated his cock and her incredible teenage slit betrayed her true desire as it squeezed his throbbing cock.
"AAaaaahhhh fuck!" he growled, fingers sinking into the firm flesh of her ass, holding her cheeks spread as he pounded his cock up into her pussy and exploded.
There was nothing like cumming inside a woman to Spencer. He savored the way her churning pussy seemed to milk him, seemed to suck at him and draw out every thick spurt of his sperm-rich semen. His loads were always big and he filled Karen. He basted her drowned her cervix and basted her inner walls with gooey pumps from his cock. His semen poured down his shaft and dripped from his balls as he unloaded every drop into her.
As his volcanic orgasm subsided, he held her slender body against him, lifting her with the rising and falling of his chest. She did not say anything for a very long time. His arms began to grow tired so he sat down on the edge of the hay, still holding her, his slowly softening cock still inside her. He turned her chin up and kissed her on the mouth. She was reluctant at first, but her lips soon parted and she returned his passion.
"You didn't pull out," she finally said.
"No."
She looked at him as if she might say something else. After a few seconds she closed her brown eyes and leaned her head against his shoulder. Her inner muscles squeezed his softening cock.
They cleaned up using the barn hose and did not say much more to each other. Karen went back up to the cabin and spent the night like the other girls; laughing and watching the sort of teenage movies that Spencer couldn't sit through. He stayed busy out in the garage, which doubled as his woodshop, sanding and varnishing a cabinet he had built.
The girls were still laughing and carrying on when he shouted good night and headed to his back bedroom. As he passed the living room where they were all huddled around the TV, Karen gave him a meaningful glance, but said nothing else. He fell asleep right away and dreamed of sailing to a desert island and cutting coconuts open with a machete.
He awoke to warmth. Pleasant and wet warmth and a feeling like a finger teasing against him. His eyes opened and he stared up at the rustic ceiling of his cabin bedroom as he realized that the sensation was not a dream.
A soft slurp drew his attention down and he lifted his head from the pillow. Karen was as naked as a jay bird, her golden legs folded under her as she leaned over him and held Spencer's hard cock between her lips. Her brown eyes peered at him through her bangs and she slurped again and lifted her mouth from his glistening cock.
"What in the heck are you doing?" asked Spencer, his voice hoarse with sleep.
"I'm giving you a blowjob," she said. "Should I stop?"
He thought about it for a second. Thought about his daughter waking up and finding him getting his dick sucked by her friend. Her hot tongue slid down to his balls and she shifted the weights of them in his sack and gently sucked at them. That made up his mind.
"No," he said. "You keep right on doing it."
Spencer had known middle-aged women he considered to be one step away from actual street hookers that wouldn't give their man a wake up blowjob. And if they did, it would have been lousy.
He could hardly believe that this sexy teenage girl was not only waking him up with her mouth, she was giving one of the better blowjobs he had ever had. It wasn't one of those wet, gagging blowjobs, more of a very careful and slow one, but she used her hands at all the right times and she wasn't afraid to lick and suck all over his sweaty balls.
He propped his head up with a couple of pillows to watch her work. She seemed to appreciate it, staring up at him through her bangs as her hot mouth bobbed on his cock. Her tongue curled and teased beneath his glans. Her hand worked steadily up and down the length of his cock.
"Where is Karen?" asked Maddy, seemingly right outside the door to the bedroom.
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nbsp; Karen froze, her lips around his cock, and Spencer felt as if his heart might burst from his chest.
"I think she went out to the barn or something," said Tamara. "She got up a few minutes ago."
"Well, whatever," said Gillian. "I want to go for a morning soak in the hot tub. Let's steal some of your dad's beer and get the day started right."
"Mmmmmm," said Karen, her lips tightening around Spencer's cock into a smile.
She slowly resumed sucking and stroking his cock as the voices of his daughter and the other girls moved away.
"You are a very naughty girl," he said.
"Mmmhmmm," she agreed.
He reached a hand down to stroke her hair. She worked both hands on his shaft and sucked hard enough to hollow her cheeks. He wanted to blow his load in her mouth, just to see if she would swallow it, but he had to feel her tight pussy again. He tightened his grip on her hair and lifted her head. His cock popped free of her sucking mouth, spit trailing between her lips and his swollen cockhead.
"Get up," he said. "Off the bed. You need to sit on this dick."
"Are you going to put on a condom this time?" she asked, already crawling off the bed.
"No," he said. "I think you like the way it feels when I cum inside that pussy. You need more. Don't you?"
"Yessss," she moaned, sliding her fingers over her juicy mound.
Spencer sat up and moved to the edge of the bed so that his feet were on the floor and his cock was sticking straight up from his lap. Karen started to straddle him, but he held her away.
"Turn around. Show me that ass while you ride my cock."
"You like my butt?" she asked, turning around and straddling his lap with her firm ass. "I run a lot, so I try to keep it...oohhh..."
He squeezed it with both hands and spread her firm cheeks, getting a look at the tight pink knot of Karen's asshole. He let her cheeks bounce back into place. Taking hold of his hard, spit-lubed cock with one hand, he pressed her lower back with the other, urging her downward until he felt the warm, slick velvet of her pussy against the head of his cock.
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