He glanced over at the rest of the girls to make sure they were watching. Tamara and Karen had their eyes glued to his strapping physique as he climbed up the ladder, did a few flexes on the board, and bounced into the air. It was a perfect double somersault and he hit the water like a porpoise. When he bobbed back to the surface, the girls and, grudgingly, the boys were applauding him.
"You got the moves, Mr. M," said Tamara, giving him a big thumbs up and shaking her hips like a cheerleader. The little dance had an equally enticing effect on her overflowing bikini top. "Now you've got to watch this one."
He watched with great relish as she climbed the ladder and took testing steps to the edge of the board. She bounced her weight up and down, her breasts heaving nearly to bursting from her top. She turned her back to the water, took a last bounce, and launched herself into the air. It was a great leap and she flexed and contorted her body into a graceful back flip. It was a perfect execution on the flip, but she finished it too low to the water and landed just shy of a belly flop. The loud smack of her body into the surface of the water raised sympathetic groans from Maddy and her friends.
"Make sure she's okay, dad!" shouted Maddy.
Spencer dove under the water until he found Tamara by the pink of her bikini bottoms wedged into the crack of her plump ass. She turned to him, wide-eyed, as he caught her in his arms and pulled her to the surface. He felt her soft breasts against him. She had lost her top and her glorious, mocha-colored tits were mashed into Spencer's hairy chest. Her dark brown nipples were rubbing against his hairy pectorals.
"Tamara, I believe you have lost your--"
"My bikini," she gasped. "Oh my god, don't let them see."
She wrapped one leg around his waist and her arms around Spencer's neck and hid herself behind his body. He had to fight to tread water and keep the both of them on the surface.
"You have to find my bathing suit," she pleaded. "This is so embarrassing."
"It's okay. I think I see it over there. I'll pull you over and we'll see if we can get it back on you."
It wasn't easy with her clinging to him like a cat trying to climb out of a bathtub. He ended up with a half breast stroke and a full hard on. He knew she felt it, but she was more concerned with the boys on the diving platform not seeing her breasts.
"Here we go," he said. "Now let go of me...go on...I'll put it on you."
She relinquished her death grip and pushed off of him, turning away and allowing him to reach around and fasten the cups against her breasts. He took his time. He tied the string for her neck. When he reached down for the lower string he found two severed ends. The knotted middle must have broken off. For a smaller-breasted girl like Maddy or the tiny Karen, it would not have been a problem. Tamara's plump D-cups barely fit her bikini top and without the bottom string the bikini was more like an oversized bib.
"What's wrong?"
"You popped the string when you hit the water. I can't tie it." He wrapped his arm around her waist. "Don't worry, I'll get you to shore."
"Alright, Mr. M. I'm cool."
He swam her to shore and waved off the other girls when they started to swim back to join them. Tamara was clearly upset about her situation, holding one arm like a shelf for her breasts to keep her bikini decent.
"Here, sit down," he said, pulling one of the other towels over next to his own. He admired Tamara's round ass as she took a seat beside him.
"You saved me out there," she said. "That would have...whew..."
"You had some pretty hot moves up there on the diving board."
"Not hot enough."
"Oh, I think just hot enough," he said and gave her a wink.
She giggled and patted his leg. Even after she finished giggling she left her hand on his thigh. He put his hand atop hers and stroked it. She made eye contact, despite her obvious embarrassment. Even after all that time in the lake he could still smell the tangerine of her body lotion. Her full lips invited him. Her eyes said yes.
"You're fucking gorgeous, Tamara," he said quietly.
A surprised smile curled those plump lips.
"You know I'm only eighteen, Mr. M. And you probably shouldn't be talking like that about your daughter's friends." Her hand squeezed his thigh to let him know her scolding was only an act. "But you're pretty hot for a dad."
"I'll take it," said Spencer.
She did not pull away as he leaned his lips down to hers and kissed her. Her kiss was so soft, her lips so warm and inviting, that he could not resist pressing with his lust. She resisted his passion for a moment before succumbing, opening her lips to him, accepting his hungry tongue that delved into the hot cover of her mouth.
He saw the lifeguard staring at them and he did not care. Her kiss was sweet and wet and her tongue pushed back and twirled against his own. A moan vibrated between their lips, so intimate that Spencer wasn't sure if it was coming from her or him.
When he finally pulled his lips away, he caressed Tamara's face and peered into her eyes. He saw her lust ignited. Her need as powerful as his own.
"We should get you back to the cabin," he said. "Maddy probably has something you can wear."
"Yeah," she softly agreed. She glanced out to the lake. "Looks like Maddy is really hitting it off with that guy."
He looked out across the water and his desires were suddenly confronted with his daughter standing with the spiky-haired boy, his hand resting on her hip as they stood close together. Spencer growled. He wanted to leap up and swim out there and throttle this punk. But he had Tamara on his line. He looked at the gorgeous black teen and he knew that his lust had already won out.
"She's an adult now," grumbled Spencer. "I can't go around threatening to punch the head off every guy who looks at her like that."
He got up from the towel and gathered his things. Tamara held her own towel against her chest.
"Yeah, but you want to, don't you?" she nudged him with an elbow.
"You bet your ass."
"You want me to bet this?" she asked, running ahead a few steps and bending forward and spanking herself on her pink bikini-covered bottom. "Don't act like you weren't staring at it all day, Mr. M. I'm not oblivious."
"I'm not going to deny anything. That's a fine ass." He caught up with her and slid his hand down to her warm cheeks and the damp seat of her bikini bottoms. He gave her plump ass a squeeze before turning back against the Jeep, kissing her aggressively and holding his body against hers. His hard cock pressed against her thigh through his swimming trunks.
"We're going to have sex, aren't we?" she moaned.
"As soon as I get you back to the cabin."
They didn't make it that far. Tamara had her hand in Spencer's lap, rubbing his hard cock through his trunks. When her fingers delved into the waistband and he felt her warm hand wrapping around his big cock he knew he had to pull over before he crashed into someone. He turned off a little-used park road and pulled up a picnic pavilion on the edge of the woods.
Tamara wouldn't even let him get out of the Jeep. She slid his trunks down enough to haul out his hard cock.
"Oh, Mr. M, that is biiiiig," she said, with obvious delight. "I knew you would have a big one."
Her grip tightened and she began to shuttle the chocolate softness of her hand up and down his swollen fuckstick. She swept her thumb over the red bell of Spencer's cock with every few pumps of her fist and before long he was leaking precum. It coated the head of his cock and she smeared it around the ridge of his glans.
"You're getting all juicy, Mr. M," she giggled.
"You can, oooh, you can call me Spencer."
"I like 'Mr. M.' It's like a James Bond name or something." She swept her silky hair out of her face and leaned across the Jeep's shifter. Her big breasts dropped against the gearshift and her mouth dropped onto Spencer's cock.
"Fuck," he groaned.
Tamara's soft lips slid over his cockhead, opening around it as the hot wetness of her mouth engulfed his cock. Her nimble tongue
swirled around his tender tip before diving down his shaft as her head bobbed in his lap. He leaned back in the seat and watched as the lusty teen devoured his throbbing dick. He felt the softness of her throat and she swallowed and took his cock into it, gently squeezing him with each swallow. After a few seconds she gasped and lifted her head, trailing spit from her lips to his straining shaft.
"Holy shit, Tamara, you are...you are a fantastic cocksucker."
"Mmmmmmhmmm," she agreed, jerking him and smacking his cockhead against her pouting lips. "Slide out of that seat and stand up. Let me wrap these tits around that dick."
How could he resist? He climbed out of the jeep and slid off his swim trunks. His cock was swollen to deep crimson and covered in Tamara's spit. She slid smoothly out of the jeep beside him and into a crouch. With only one string holding it in place, she simply pulled her bikini off over her head, revealing the full, soft mounds of her breasts, pert despite their size and capped with dark nipples that jutted. She cupped her breasts, squeezing and lifting them, plucking at her fat nipples and showing off to him as she teased his cock with her tongue.
Spencer realized that she was everything Karen wasn't. She was voluptuous and veteran, at least for eighteen, and all too eager to put her sexy body to use. He could appreciate that as much as he could appreciate Karen's initial shyness and her slender figure.
"Okay, Mr. M, you tell me how these feel."
Tamara cradled her tits beneath his cock and pulled his straining tool into her warm and pillow cleavage. He had never been particularly fond of tit fucking, but he could not help but gasp as she wrapped his cock up, her ample tits swallowing his length almost completely as she squeezed tight.
"Oh, that is good, sweetie. Squeeze it real good."
She did exactly as he asked, mashing her tits even more tightly around him and beginning to slide her body and stoke him between her breasts. There was no grip like a handjob or suction like a blowjob. It was a unique, soft and all encompassing sensation and he leaned his back against the Jeep as Tamara proved to him that it could be as good as the other two.
With each bounce of her breasts along his length, his swollen cockhead popped up from between her tits. At first it only smeared precum against her throat. Soon enough, she tucked her chin against her chest and met his cock with her lips. Each bounce of her breasts was accompanied by a hot plunge of his cockhead into her teenage mouth. A quick bit of sucking or a lash of his tongue and his cockhead slid back between the warm cushions of her breasts.
"Oh fuck, you are going to make me cum if you keep doing that."
"Well," said Tamara, giving him a mischievous smile, "you go right on ahead and cum for me then."
It took him five more strokes, watching her tits move around him and feeling the soft pressure and the warmth of her mouth at the end of each stroke, and then he couldn't bear it any longer. He thrust himself into Tamara's cleavage and cried out as his cock erupted.
White ropes of cum spurted up from her stroking cleavage, spurting against her chip and extended tongue and dripping in across her tits. She moaned as the cum splashed against her lips and she sucked his cock into her mouth. The hot suction of her lips milked the spewing cum and she moaned as she drained his dick like a slut. She did not stop sucking him until every last throb of his cock had emptied out every drop of his cum.
She lifted her lips with a pop of suction and smiled up at him, showing him her mouthful of cum before letting it spill down her chin and drip onto her tits, over her nipples and in a milky waterfall between her breasts.
"What a big load, Mr. M," she giggled, looking down at her tits.
"You are amazing, Tamara," laughed Spencer.
The naughty teen stood up and planted a salty kiss on his lips. He wasn't exactly keen to taste his own cum, but he relaxed and slipped his tongue against Tamara's. It was hot and playful. The hints of his cum on her lips did nothing to put him off her teenage lust.
"Guess we better get back to the cabin," she said.
"Is that what you think?" laughed Spencer. "Oh, no. It's your turn now."
Tamara's eyes went wide. Before she could refuse, he pushed her halfway into the Jeep and fell to his knees behind her. Tamara's lovely round bottom and snug bikini were right in his face. He peeled the strings down her hips and pulled the triangle of pink out of her crack and down her legs. Her ass was a perfectly plump onion, her pussy a fuzzy brown showing pink between her swollen lips. Over the years, Spencer had been with his share of black women and the differences were always exciting.
He fondled and squeezed her ass, spreading her cheeks to see the knot of her asshole and testing the weight of it. He gave it a few smacks and Tamara moaned with each impact. Far from being shy, the teenager leaned forward more, spreading her ass into his face and practically begging for him to do more.
He tasted her fuzzy pussy, his tongue roaming the outer lips and lapping up the honey gathered there. He licked her groove and pressed between her folds. She had a well-defined clit that he found with the tip of his tongue and tormented as she gasped and pressed her soft cheeks into his face. His nose was in her crack as he licked her from behind and he inhaled the clean musk of her.
"Oh, fuck, Mr. M. Lick that pussy. Ohhhhh...yess...get that clit."
She fucked back into his mouth, rolling her hips and nearly smothering him with her plump ass in the process. He relished it as much as he relished the way her warm, sweet juices poured into his mouth. He used his thumb to stroke her clit as he draw his tongue back and up, sliding it into her crack and making her hiss with pleasure as he lapped at the hot drum of her anus. It flexed beneath his licking as he rimmed it good and began to press the tip of his tongue against it.
"Ohhhh, yeah, lick that ass," cried Tamara. "That's soooo good. Get it in there. Get that tongue in there."
His tongue pushed into her hot hole as his fingers worked rough circles against her mound and driving into her clit. Tamara moaned steadily as he flexed his tongue into her ass. She worked her hips and pressed against his fingers. He drove her to the brink. He made her beg for it.
"Make me cum! Make me fucking cum, Mr. M!"
He slipped his tongue from her teenage ass and pulled his hand away. She practically cried with dismay as he denied her an orgasm. But only for a moment.
Spencer stood behind her, his cock hard again and ready to fuck. Before she could deny him, or ask for him to put on a condom, he grabbed her hips and impaled her dripping slit with his cock. A surprised and satisfied cry escaped her lips.
"Oh, Mr. M, it's so big!"
"You want me to take it nice and slow?" he asked.
"No," she said. "I want you to fuck that pussy good."
He grabbed her hips with both hands and gave her what she wanted. His cock pounded into the tight channel of Tamara's cunt. It was not as tight as Karen's, but it was hotter and the eager teenager moved against him. Her plump ass slapped back into his thighs as she rolled her hips and watched him over her shoulder.
"Fuck that is good," he said. "Back up on that dick."
"You like that, Mr. M?" She slid back and bounced her ass against him. Her cheeks flapped open and shut with each stroke. Her juicy pussy swallowed him into her hot cove. "You like watching me fuck you? Ooohhhh...fuck yes...I'm going to cum, Mr. M."
"Let me feel it, baby," he said, grabbing her hips and stuffing his cock even harder into her.
She bit her lower lip and nearly closed her eyes as she fucked back into him. She hissed with pleasure and then began a nasal moan that grew louder and louder. Her pussy clamped tightly around him. Her asshole twitched with each contraction. He pummeled her teenage cunt, driving past her orgasmic contractions and pounding his dick deep into her.
"Oooooooh," she finally vocalized, her voice surprisingly girlish. "Yesssss, Mr. M. Fuck me."
"I'm going to cum again," he grunted out his warning, but held fast to her hips with no intention of pulling out.
"Cum all over my ass," moaned Tamara.
"Pull out and shoot it on my ass."
He grabbed one of her shoulders to hold her in the Jeep. His cock surged inside her boiling pussy.
"No," he groaned. "This load is going deep in that pussy."
"What?" She tried to push off of him, but he held her in place. "Mr. M, I'm not...ahhhh...not on any..."
"FFfffffuck!" he roared and stroked his big cock into her clutching cunt. The sudden terror in her eyes only made it that much sweeter as he peaked deep in her pussy and began to spurt out his cum. It poured into her unprotected depths, washing her cervix and coating her inner walls with his hot, sticky seed. So much of it that it slurped around his cock and dripped out of her pussy and onto his balls.
"No! Mr. M, what...ahh...what are you doing?"
"I'm cumming inside you, baby. Don't you like the way it feels?"
In the span of a few seconds, her expression melted from anger to despair and into self-loathing acceptance.
"Yes," she moaned softly. "Yes. I can feel it. I love the way...ohhhhh..."
He did not stop thrusting until he had pushed every last drop into her tight cunt. When he pulled back, his cock slipped free of her creamy pussy with a lewd slurping sound. He kept one hand on her ass to keep her in place and he leaned back to survey his work. Her dark lips were dripping with his cream. Her exposed pink flexed and more of his spunk bubbled out, white trails down her quivering black thighs.
"It's okay, baby," he said, caressing her ass. "Sometimes you just have to go with it. Do what feels right. You know?"
"Yes," she said. "I can feel it deep inside me and dripping out of me."
"You're pretty messy," he agrees. "Let's just put that bikini back on you."
He pulled it up her legs and tied the strings around her hips. It was snug against her ass and, with her leaned forward, he could see some of his cum leaking out around the gusset. He gave her lovely ass a final smack and stood up.
"Let's go get you something to wear."
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