"Cum for me," she gasped, holding onto the back of his neck with both hands as if she might slip away.
"I'm going to fill you," he grunted.
Sweat soaked his work shirt. His belt clinked with each stroke as his pants slid down his thighs. It was awkward, but he didn't care, hammering his cock into Gillian's fluttering tunnel until he passed the point of no return. He kissed her one last time and then groaned as his cock began to throb. His hot cum flooded into her teenage channel. She cried out, no doubt feeling the throb of his spurting cock, and he emptied his load into Gillian's pussy.
He slowed his strokes. His hips came to rest against her contorted thighs. She was gasping for breath, too turned on to complain about the uncomfortable position. Aftershocks shook his drained cock. He took hold of his shaft by the root and lifted up from her, sliding his cock out with a wet slurp. She reached around her raised legs with both hands and spread her pussy with her fingertips. His cum drooled out, spilling in a milky strand down from her pussy and over her pink asshole.
"Goddamn, baby," he laughed. "You are a hot, naughty little bitch."
"You're just saying that because I'm full of your cum." She played her fingers over her creamy slit, gathering up some more of his spunk. She began to rub the glistening goo into her clenched asshole. She slipped a finger in and moaned for his benefit. "Why don't we have some dinner and then..."
She pushed her finger deeper.
"You can fuck my butt."
Dinner was great. Almost as delicious as the ass-fucking he gave Gillian in the shower before collapsing into bed. She actually tried to suck his cock back to life, but after the day he'd had with his teenage lovers, he was finally spent. He pulled Gillian into his arms and fell soundly asleep. So sound that he almost missed the alarm. She was still naked and tangled up in the sheets when he came back from another shower. She raised her head.
"Have a good trip," she murmured.
"Feel free to be here when I get back," he said and gave her exposed bottom a hard slap.
She whined and rolled over, hiding her head under a pillow. Her firm curves were barely showing any softness around her tummy. She was only a little over a month into her pregnancy. One of her breasts was exposed, the nipple soft and puffy, and he leaned down and ran his tongue over it until it hardened against his lips.
"What're you doing?" she moaned from beneath the pillow.
"Giving you something to think about," he said and gently bit her hard nipple.
She threw the pillow at him, but he was already out the door.
Spencer was almost twenty minutes late to Tamara's house. The girls were still getting ready so he was spared their recriminations. He was glad to see both of them had opted for fairly conservative outfits. Their jeans were tight, of course, but his pretty daughter wore a simple red top and Tamara opted for a loose baby doll top that hid her growing belly.
Tamara's mom helped them load up Spencer's Jeep. If she suspected anything had gone on between Spencer and her daughter, she did a good job of hiding it. To a certain extent, he was waiting for that shoe to drop with at least one of the girls. When their parents began to realize that three of Maddy's friends were pregnant they might start looking at him as the common denominator.
"Drive safe!" said Tamara's mom, waving to them as they pulled out.
The drive was long. Maddy and Tamara tortured him with off-key sing-a-longs and sometimes belted out their favorites without any accompaniment. When Maddy goaded him into singing a song he belted out Ramblin' Man until they booed him into stopping.
"You need to listen to some more classics," he suggested. "Allman Brothers, Johnny Cash, the Eagles, maybe go back even further and--"
"We get it, daddy, you're old!" teased Maddy.
He made eye contact with Tamara. She winked and he quickly looked away. He was feeling his age and appreciated the wink of reassurance. For now at least, his workouts and his years as a Marine were keeping his body in good shape. He wasn't sure how long it would last, but he intended to enjoy every minute of it he had.
Sandy State was the biggest college in the area and the campus was crawling with beautiful young women and hunky guys, even in the middle of summer. Watching some of the track girls running in their little shorts distracted Spencer so much he almost drove through a red light.
"Jeez, dad," said Maddy. "Try to keep your eyes on the road."
They drove to the Campus Welcome Office where a bored-seeming nerd named Luke gave them the tour of the campus. He kept trying to flirt with Maddy, but was so inept that Spencer didn't even bother to get offended. Not that he would have done anything after catching her in that hotel. He had resolved to give her the space she needed to grow up and hope that he and his ex-wife could help her clean up whatever mess she got into.
After a tour of the dorms and facilities it was off to sorority row, where the old sorority houses were lined up with their Greek banners and cute girls with inviting smiles. A few yards were still strewn with crushed plastic cups and empty beers from the previous night of partying. Kappa Sigma Mu was not one of those places.
A skinny and pretty blonde with a long neck and big, brown eyes greeted them at the door. She said her name was Lucy and welcomed them into the house. Spencer liked the way Lucy's ass looked draped in her summer dress. She had a heart-shaped necklace that rested in her cleavage when she wasn't toying with it between her fingers.
"Right this way," she said, leading the girls into the sorority house. "We have a study room on the second floor full of donated books by departing students, so chances are you can do your course work without buying any books. You'll be asked to share a bedroom if you stay in the house."
"Can we share with each other?" asked Maddy.
"Eventually, yes, but when you're assigned a room it is usually to a room with only one vacancy. Now, we have a TV room here and..."
Spencer tuned out what Lucy was saying. The house was beautiful and well-kept and decorated with all the exuberance he expected from a bunch of teenage and twenty-something girls living together in a mansion.
He was more interested in the glimpses of the other girls he saw as they passed open doors, toured the lounge in the basement and headed out back to a very big in-ground pool and patio area surrounded by a privacy fence. There were a number of beautiful young women in bikinis lounging in the summer heat and Spencer's cock began to stiffen.
"Of course," said Lucy, "you are invited."
She was talking to his daughter and Tamara, but his ears perked up at the invitation.
"What was that?"
Lucy frowned. She seemed to Spencer like the sort of girl unaccustomed to being ignored.
"I was just saying that our summer beach party is tonight at the pool," she said. "Madeline and Tamara are invited."
"What about me?"
"Daaaaaaaad!" whined Maddy.
"Well, uh, sure. I suppose. Couples are invited and, if you, um, brought a bathing suit you could..."
Spencer chuckled.
"I'll skip swimming," he said. "But I might want to check in on the girls. After all, I am their chaperone. I don't want them getting into too much trouble."
Lucy frowned again. Spencer was tough enough not to care what a 20 year old sorority girl thought of him. Which was good, because Lucy obviously did not like him very much. He decided to shut up, keep a smile plastered on his face and just enjoy the way Lucy's ass looked in her dress.
The tour finished up in the lounge in the basement, with his daughter and Tamara meeting some of the officers of Kappa Sigma Mu. The introductions seemed to go on forever and Spencer did not really want to intrude, so he went wandering a bit in the house. A few of the girls gave him odds looks as he walked past their rooms, but most had seen him with the tour and didn't pay him any mind.
It did feel a little weird being the lone man in a house full of beautiful women. He was fantasizing about being the last man alive in a world of women, and what that might do for his already
full sex life, when he walked into the study room.
There were several study carrels, a couple computers on desks, and a long, empty table that probably filled up during the fall or spring semesters. He thought he was alone in the room, perusing the books, singing the Allman Brothers to himself, when a redheaded girl popped up from behind one of the study carrels.
"Could you please--"
She stopped herself as she saw him. She looked to be no older than twenty with flawless, pale skin, silken waves of red hair and big, blue eyes that seemed all the bigger behind her glasses. Her lips were pinched with annoyance. Her expression softened when she realized Spencer was staring right back at her.
"Oh, I'm sorry," he chuckled. "Didn't realize anyone was studying in here right now."
"I, um, are you supposed to be in here?"
Her tone was polite, but guarded. She walked out from behind the fortress of her study carrel. She was frumpishly dressed in an old button-down shirt and khaki capri pants with a pair of flip flops. The sort of thing, Spencer reasoned, that a college girl is supposed to wear when she doesn't expect to see anyone of the opposite sex. He couldn't be sure, but he thought she might have had a great body hiding under that outfit.
"I don't actually know if I am or not," said Spencer. He scratched his head and gave the girl a sheepish look. "I'm here with my daughter and her friend. They're going to pledge Kappa Sigma Mu in the fall."
"Ohhhhh," the girl laughed and smacked her hands on her thighs. "Yeah, right. I heard there were some pledges coming by today. Sorry, I've been studying all weekend and I'm sort of lost in the weeds. I'm Katie, by the way."
She held her hand out. He took it and shook it, giving her soft hand a gentle squeeze. He caught a scent of her, like fresh flowers and pencil shavings. He liked it.
"Spencer Mars. My daughter is Madeline and her friend is Tamara." He waved at the door behind him. "You've got a great house here. I think the girls love it. They're coming to that party tonight."
"Party? What...oh, right. The summer beach bash or whatever Lucy is calling it. Yeah, I probably won't make it to that." She jerked her head in the direction of her study carrel. "Wish I could go though. Last year's was wild. But not, like, too wild. I don't mean that."
He laughed.
"Wild is fine. They're adults now. I have to let Maddy get wild if she wants to." Spencer sat down on the edge of the table. "So what has you missing out on the party of the summer? What are you studying?"
"Advanced biology," she said. "It's a 301 course and I'm a 201 sort of girl, I'm afraid."
She hefted one of the textbooks off her table and handed it to Spencer. He flipped it open and let out a whistle.
"Yeah, I think I'm still on the basic biology. Cats, dog," he looked her in the eyes, "birds and bees. You know."
"I know that stomach cells in bats share mitochondrial DNA with a type of deep water bacteria, suggesting horizontal gene transfer. Now I just need to figure out what the hell that means and why."
"I don't think I can help you, Katie." Spencer handed her the book back. "But if you've got a jar of olives you need opened, I have great wrist strength."
She looked him up and down in his polo shirt and khaki slacks and he felt the intent of her gaze. A smile curved her lips.
"Looks like more than just wrist strength," she said. "Do you lift weights?"
"No," he said. "I cut wood."
"Ahhhh," she seemed to like that answer. "A mountain man?"
"No mountains, just woods. And a lake. I've got a cabin and everything." He paused a moment before adding, "I got to move there in the divorce."
"Sorry to hear that," said Katie, looking like she might not be too sorry. "My mom and dad got divorced as soon as I left for college. I think they were waiting on me."
Spencer wasn't sure he liked her mental comparison to her father, but he found, more often than not, it could work to his advantage. He was about to try another angle when Lucy, Maddy and Tamara appeared in the door.
"Dad? We've been looking everywhere for you."
"Guess I'd better go. It was nice meeting you, Katie."
"Good to meet you, um, Spencer."
In the Jeep on the way back to the hotel, Tamara was giving Spencer annoyed looks and his daughter was letting it out in the open.
"Don't try to hook up with anyone, dad," she said. "Just because you're divorced doesn't mean I want you hitting on my sorority sisters."
"I wasn't hitting on anybody." Spencer glanced over at her. "And you aren't in the sorority yet."
"Technicality," interjected Tamara.
The girls sniped at him all the way back to the hotel. Once they were in the room, they started to get excited again about going to the party. They tuned him out so completely that he felt a little bit like furniture.
When they started unpacking their huge luggage onto the bed and trying on different outfits they might wear to the party it started to get a little weird. It's not that he hadn't seen his daughter wearing various sexy outfits before, but to see her posing in them and trying them on in rapid fire was making him uncomfortable.
His daughter was as pretty as her friends, and her mother, with a firm body, long brown hair, and hazel eyes. She had her mother's big smile and that same teasing wink that had made Spencer go wild for his ex-wife. She was pert and perky in her outfits. One particularly small bikini, cradling his daughter's breasts and sitting so tight on her mound that he could tell she was totally shaved, pushed him too far.
"I'm going for a walk," he said and hopped up from the bed.
"Okay, daddy," said Maddy.
"See you in a little while, Mr. M," said Tamara, her big tits wrapped in a pink bikini top that left little to the imagination.
It was late afternoon and hot as hell. Spencer walked the town's folksy downtown area, admiring the women in their summer outfits. An entire town full of college girls. For the most part, they pretended he wasn't even there. One or two saw him looking at them and smiled, but that was the most reaction he managed to get.
He found a bar that looked like it might have sports on the TVs and he settled in and had a hoppy craft beer with a stupid name. The place was almost empty. The waitress was nice to him. He thought about that girl, Katie, back at the Kappa Sigma Mu house. Those blue eyes, the smile and the delicious mystery of her body under that outfit. He wanted to peel it off her and find out if she was hiding something wonderful.
After a couple beers, Spencer paid his tab and headed back to the hotel. It was almost dark - almost time for the party - and Maddy and Tamara were ready to go.
Maddy had piled her hair up on her head and found a tropical-looking flower somewhere to slip behind her ear. She was wearing more makeup than he was used to, which made her look even more like her mother. She had gone for that tiny, blue bikini with the gray trim. The one that had sent him running out of the room. At least she had a wrap around her slender hips, covering her up at least a little bit. Tamara had a wrap too, but there was no hiding her big, round belly. It stuck out above her wrap and served as a shelf for her huge tits. Her fat nipples strained beneath the pink fabric of her bikini.
"Wow," said Spencer, "you girls, um, look amazing."
"Well, you can't go to the party in your shorts and a t-shirt," said Tamara, "so Maddy brought this from your closet."
Tamara reached into the suitcase and brought out a somewhat crumpled Hawaiian shirt of red with blue and yellow flowers. Spencer took it from her and opened it up.
"She's been in my closet?"
"She even saw the top shelf," whispered Tamara, indicating Spencer's secret stash of sex toys in a shoe box.
Tamara knew it well, her round ass had been stuffed with one of the plugs in that box on more than one occasion. Not a lot made Spencer Mars blush, but the thought of his daughter looking at a box full of sex toys he had used on her friends put some color in his cheeks. Tamara seemed to notice and gave him a pat on the side.
"How about you try it on
," she suggested.
"Yeah, let's see if anything can make you look like a wild party animal," said Maddy.
"Party animal? You should have seen me on shore leave." He put his arms in the shirt and pulled it onto his shoulders. "I was banned from half the ports in the Mediterranean."
"Ohhhh, yeah," said Maddy. "You are definitely ready to rock."
"Real color on Mr. M," laughed Tamara. "I don't think I've ever seen it before."
"Alright, alright," he said. "You've had your fun with me. Let's go."
While Spencer and the girls were back in their hotel, the ladies of Kappa Sigma Mu had been busy transforming their house into a tropical paradise. Tiki torches lit the way to the front door which was flanked by two huge inflatable palm trees. Lucy greeted them at the door, wearing a bikini and grass skirt, and dropped flower leis around their necks.
"Right this way," she said and walked them through the house, now crowded with girls in bikinis and their hunky boyfriends, and out to the pool in the back which was just starting to fill up with swimmers.
"Alright, sweetie," said Spencer. "You have fun. I'll stay out of the way."
"Maybe you can help Tom with the grill," suggested Lucy.
The upper deck of the patio, which began to serve as a diving board for the more daring swimmers, was also home to a huge gas grill. Tom was the guy flipping burgers and hot dogs. He was a huge guy with an unkempt beard and a "Female Body Inspector" t-shirt. He had his sunglasses on the back of his head like Guy Fieri. Spencer instantly disliked the guy, but he didn't have a lot of options to staying out of Maddy's way.
Spencer grabbed a beer out of one of the nearby ice buckets and sidled up to Tom.
"You play football here?" he asked the giant.
"Used to," said Tom, raising his voice to be heard over the loud music playing in the pool area. "Lucy is my girlfriend. She has me come and run the grill at these things."
A brunette with huge tits bounced over to them and thrust a paper plate at Tom. He slid two sizzling burgers onto her buns.
"Thhhank you, Tommm," she said in a sing-song voice.
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