"Are you ready for this dick?"
He stood up and stroked his petrified prick with his cum-lubed fingers. A drop of his own precum welled at the bulging cap of his cock and rolled down to his fingers.
"Oh my god, yes," gasped Katie. "I need it."
Her blue eyes watched him over her shoulder, across the slender curve of her back, her pale ass posed and ready for his cock. He lowered one hand to her hip and guided his cock to her spit-lubed slit. He brushed the sensitive head of his cock against her smooth thighs, the damp silk of her hair and the soft, yielding heat of her delicate pink folds. He teased her slit, but only briefly, because he needed her as badly as she needed him.
"Fuck me," she moaned.
He grunted as he thrust his straining cock into the tight funnel of her cunt. She stretched around him, so tight he had to pull back and thrust in again to push past her clenching muscles. Katie cried out, her wail of pleasure becoming a high-pitched nasal whine as Spencer's fat cock invaded her and filled her with his iron. He pushed into her until his balls were against her clit. Until his swollen bell was pressing into her cervix. Until she reached a hand back to his washboard stomach and pressed to hold him from thrusting any deeper.
"It's so big," she gasped, trying to catch her breath. "Slow. Please. Go slow."
"I can go as slow as you like," said Spencer.
He held her with both hands and moved his hips with great caution to stroke his cock back and then return it to her slurping sheath. Her ass smacked softly against him. His dangling balls collided with her clit. Her head came up as if he had spanked her, face flushed and hair swept across her eyes and nose.
"Slow," she repeated.
So he took it slow. At first. He worked his cock in and out, resisting the urge to furiously pound it into her tight channel as he began to gain momentum. She relaxed and began to accept the huge size of his intruding cock. She thrust back into him. She threw her hair back and he caught it with his hand. He growled and fucked harder, pulling her almost upright and kissing her shoulder and ear.
"Please," she moaned, leaving it to him to decide what she wanted.
He slid his cock out of her with a wet slurp. She looked at him with confusion. He grabbed her in his arms and sat down on the edge of the table. She straddled his lap and impaled herself on the upright length of his straining cock. Her ass slipped lower as she filled herself with his meat until, finally, she was sitting on his lap. He held her with both hands and began to pound his cock up and into her exquisitely tight pussy. She took off her glasses and leaned into him, kissing him as she rode his bucking cock.
"I'm going to cum inside you," he growled.
"No," she whispered. "Pull out."
"You want me to cum on your perky tits?" he asked, smacking his lips against her again. "Do you want me to paint that tight little ass with my spunk?"
"My face," she gasped. "Cum on my face."
The thought was enticing. He imagined the milky ropes lashing her porcelain doll face, covering her flushed cheeks and pink lips with rails of cum. Dripping into her mouth. His cum was boiling and the idea appealed to him. But, no, Spencer had other plans.
"Don't think so," he murmured.
"What?"
"I'm going to cum inside you," he said, looking into Katie's blue eyes. "I want you to feel it filling you up."
"But I'm not...I'm not..."
"I don't care," he growled, slamming his cock into her so hard that she only stayed on his lap because he was holding her. "A pussy this tight needs to be rewarded with a big load."
"Please," she said and again she left it to him to decide what she wanted.
Spencer knew what he wanted. He kissed her pert breasts and ran his tongue over her sweat-salted nipples. He sucked one and pinched the other and when he raised his face from her chest he kissed her again, ferociously, stuffing his tongue into her mouth as his orgasm rose.
Somehow, Katie came again, just before Spencer's climax. Her walls tightened and clenched in waves around him. Her hot breath washed against his neck, his shoulder and, finally, his lips as they kissed again and again. His whole body seemed to tighten, compressing like a spring, and then release in a first, massive spurt of cum. He laughed as he was cumming, filling Katie's tight teenage pussy with a flood of his semen. It gushed against her cervix and drained down his cock and onto his balls. He was still spurting the last drops into her when he heard something that froze the blood in his veins.
"Daddy?"
He sat up more, holding Katie impaled on his cock and looking over her shoulder. He saw his ashen-faced daughter looking on in horror. His cock throbbed again and pumped another measure of his cum into Katie's pussy.
"Maddy, no, it's--"
She ran, slamming the door behind her.
"I'm sorry," Spencer said and lifted Katie up just long enough to drop her onto her back on the table. She sat up, a look of annoyance on her face. Spencer pulled on his clothes. "I'll make it up to you, somehow."
Katie's anger turned to amusement. She played her fingers on her creamy groove.
"You're damn right you will," she said. "Now go after your daughter."
He nodded and rushed out the door to catch up with Maddy. The party was still going strong, which meant his daughter had not even made it to the front door. He used his size and strength to push his way after her, gaining ground until he managed to catch up to her on the porch.
Spencer grabbed Maddy's wrist and turned her around.
"Honey," he said. "I'm sorry. I was...it was wrong for me..."
"You promised," she sobbed as tears spilled down her cheeks. "You said you would stay out of my life and let me be me. Now you're...you're fucking some girl in the library?! What would mom say?"
A few of the other people standing on the porch laughed at the accusation.
"Sweetie, I'm divorced. I have my own life to--"
"This isn't your life. This is my life!" screamed Maddy.
He put his arm around her and walked her away from the porch and out to the sidewalk. There were still some drunk partygoers watching what was happening.
"You're right, this is your life." He said, hugging her tightly despite her resistance. "I will stay out of it."
"It's too late, daddy," sobbed Maddy. She buried her face in his neck. "I'm pregnant."
It hit him like a bolt of electricity. He went stiff and nearly took a step away from her. Instead, he hugged her more tightly and blurted out all he could think to say.
"It'll be okay."
Would it? She was just about to start college. She was trying to join a sorority. What sort of life would a pregnant eighteen year old have at Sandy State? He squeezed her in his arms. He felt ashamed.
"I know about it all," she added, her tears wetting his shirt. "You and Tamara and Karen and Gillian. All of them, daddy. Tamara told me, but I already knew. They're all pregnant."
"It's..."
"It'll be okay?" She snorted and wiped her eyes. "Four pregnant girls all going to college. Me and Tamara here and Karen upstate. Gillian at UC. What are we gonna do, daddy?"
He didn't have an answer for her. His only response, the only one he could muster in the face of her hurt, was humor.
"Maybe you can start your own sorority. The Alpha Mamas?"
Anger flashed on her face and was gone as she began to laugh. She laughed so hard he thought there was something wrong with her.
"Maybe...maybe that's all we can do," she said.
He hugged her so tight he didn't want to let go. But he had to, he realized. Letting go was sort of the whole point of being a father to an eighteen year old.
She took a step away from him, still holding his hands.
"I will be there for you," said Spencer. "And for them. Whatever they need."
"That's a good start. But you're going to have to do a lot to make up for what you've done."
"I'll do whatever it takes to make this right," he said.
If only Spencer Mars had k
nown what he was promising in that moment, he might have just turned and walked away from his daughter. But it was too late for him. It was too late for everyone.
Chapter Six
Spencer Mars hammered another 2x4 into place and climbed down from the ladder to shift his position. The pile of lumber was almost gone, but that still left the plywood and shingles still to do to fix the shed's roof. He pulled his sweaty t-shirt off and used it to mop some of the sweat from his head. Hell of a hot day to be out here fix his old shed. Old as in the one that was on his ex-wife's property. The one she asked him to come over and fix because her useless techie husband wouldn't know which end of a hammer to hold.
He was getting ready to climb the ladder with the last 2x4 on his shoulder when he heard the sliding door open and close on the house behind him. He stopped with one foot on the ladder and looked back at the house over the gold rims of his aviator shades.
Jolene looked like she stepped off the pages of some MILF porno magazine. Her white bikini barely contained her EE cup implants, her D&G shades rested on her nose, her honey-blond hair was blowing in the summer breeze, and her full lips were a perfect shade of cocksucker red. It was a far cry from the housecoat and mussed up hair that had greeted Spencer when he arrived to do the work just after dawn.
"Jesus Christ," Spencer muttered under his breath.
What was Jolene playing at, he wondered, swinging her hips like a cat in heat and coming at him with those implants ready to pop out. The ones he paid for with his alimony.
"Looking better already," she said, sliding her glasses down to show him her blue eyes. "How much longer you think you'll be?"
"An hour at the most. Too hot for me to tar and shingle today, so I'll get that frame up and put on the plywood. Come back later in the week when it's not pushing a hundred degrees."
"Yeaaaah," purred Jolene. "You look really hot."
She reached out a manicured hand and stroked her fingers from his arms down to his abs. Spencer grimaced.
"What're you doing?" he said.
"Hmmmmm? Just bringing you some lemonade." She held up the glass of lemonade Spencer had not even noticed in her hand.
"I'm fine. I'll have it when I finish up."
"Suit yourself. I'm going for a swim."
She left the lemonade on the poolside deck. Spencer shook his head. She had his house, his pool, his condo, everything but the cabin. Of course, he deserved it and he knew it. He was banging hot young women constantly. Even days after the honeymoon. She must have caught him five times before she finally had enough.
He watched her dive into the water, cross the pool like a mermaid, and rise on the ladder facing him. The water poured from her breasts. It slicked her golden hair to her shoulders. She cleared the ladder and Spencer saw that Jolene's ass was big and round, just how he remembered it. She ran her finger down under the back of her suit to pull a wedgie out of her jiggling crack.
"Damn," he muttered and went back to work.
He finished up the frame of the shed and put down the plywood, doing his best to ignore his ex posing and teasing all around the pool. Just before he was ready to wrap up, Jolene called out to him.
"I'm going upstairs to have a bath now. If there's anything you need, come and let me know." She started towards the house, stopped with her plump ass posed invitingly, and called over her shoulder, "Anything at all, Spencer."
His cock twitched. She wasn't just teasing, she was driving him crazy. He didn't know what was going on between her and her millionaire husband, but clearly Jolene wanted to get fucked.
"Alright, baby," he said to himself. "We can play it like that."
He drove in the last nail and came down from the roof. He drained the glass of warm lemonade and headed into the air-conditioned comfort of his former house. Everything had changed. Lots of remodeling and redecorating. Jolene's new husband had moved in and he had laid out plenty of cash to make the place look new.
"Just no cash on the shed," grumbled Spencer.
He crossed to the foyer. He could hear the bath running upstairs. He imagined Jolene slipping off that bikini and sinking her mature curves into the tub. It had been so long that he had forgotten what she looked like naked. He wanted to be reminded. He wanted to feel those soft curves and suck on those swollen tits.
The doorbell rang like a libido alarm going off. Spencer could see the shapes of two people through the frosted glass of the door. He hung his sweaty t-shirt over his shoulder and answered the door. He was surprised to see two beautiful women with silky black hair, brown eyes, and similar faces. One of them appeared to be in her thirties and the other one looked younger. Maybe a teenager. She was also familiar, but he couldn't put a name to her face. The two women at the door seemed surprised to be greeted by a shirtless, sweaty ex-Marine pushing fifty.
"Um, Mr. Mars," said the younger woman. "It's me, Bianca."
"Bianca?" Spencer would have remembered if this doe-eyed beauty was one of his conquests. "I'm sorry, I recognize you but I don't remember how I know you."
"She was much chubbier the last time you saw her," said the older woman with a Spanish accent.
"Mommm!" cried Bianca, her cheeks flushing red.
"I'm Sofia," offered the older woman.
She extended her hand to Spencer and he shook it.
"Call me Spencer."
"My daughter was a close friend of your Madeline."
Spencer's gears finally clicked in his head and he remembered Bianca as a chubby kid hanging out with his daughter in the backyard. He remembered driving Bianca and Maddy to the mall and renting them movies for sleepovers. Her family was here for business from Spain. Bianca had grown up in different parts of America, so she had barely a trace of her Spanish accent. Spencer had never met her beautiful mother before.
The two women looked stunning in fashionable, low-rise jeans and colorful blouses that showed off their slender bodies and the matched pertness of their breasts. Both women even had matching pairs of designer sunglasses stuck into their hair. The gorgeous teen had certainly taken after her mother in every way.
"So you're here to see Maddy?" asked Spencer. "I'm afraid she is out of town with her friends. Doing some searching for accommodations for college. I can call her and ask her to come up. I'm sure she'll want to see you, Bianca."
"We don't want to be an imposition," said Sofia. "We're only here today and tomorrow."
"No, no, just one second." Spencer dialed his daughter. Fortunately, she answered almost right away, although she sounded a bit sleepy. "Hey, Maddy, your friend Bianca and her mom stopped by mom's house looking for you. They're in town for a couple days and would love to see you."
"Oh my god, Bianca?" Real excitement peaked in Maddy's voice. "I haven't seen her in years! I'll be up early in the morning. I've got a meeting this afternoon but I can skip the party we were invited to."
At his daughter's insistence, he passed his phone to Bianca. The two girls began giggling and talking, so Spencer turned his attention to Sofia. She was a stunner. Her dark hair was pulled back from her face with a jeweled clip. She knew how to wear quite a bit of makeup without looking like a hooker. Her dark eyeliner enhanced the smoldering gaze in her brown eyes and her burgundy lipstick suited her golden complexion and the plumpness of her smile.
"Maddy isn't going to be back until tomorrow morning. I'd like to offer to take you two lovely ladies to lunch after I finish up here, but in the meantime, you're more than welcome to stop by my cabin. I bet Bianca can tell you where it is. You're welcome to stay there while you're in town."
"We are straight from the airport," said Sofia. "I would love to freshen up. I always feel like I've been working out just riding in those airplanes."
"Well you look beautiful," said Spencer. "But my house is your house."
He handed her the keys. A smile quirked her lips and she leaned a little closer to him. He inhaled the spicy scent of her perfume.
"What about you and Mrs. Mars?" asked Sofia.
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br /> "You mean Mrs. Brownstein?" Spencer shrugged. "I'm just the handyman to her."
"I'm sure you're very handy," purred Sofia as she looked over Spencer's muscles.
Spencer thought she looked like she was about to reach out and run her fingers up his abs. Not that he would have minded. He looked into her eyes, wordlessly telling her that he was thinking the same thing she was thinking.
"Okay!" said Bianca, puncturing the moment by thrusting Spencer's phone into his. "Thanks, Mr. Mars."
"We're going to go take our stuff to Spencer's cabin," explained Sofia. "Then he is going to take us out to lunch."
"Maybe a picnic," suggested Spencer.
He watched them walk back to the car, admiring the roundness of Sofia's ass in those tight jeans and the teen firmness of Bianca's bottom in her matching denim. They climbed into their rented convertible and sped off with a final wave.
Far from losing interest in his ex-wife, Jolene, the tantalizing encounter had only further stiffened Spencer's cock. He climbed the stairs two at a time, tossing his sweaty shirt on the hallway floor, kicking off his boots and peeling off his jeans as he walked towards the bathroom. By the time he opened the door, he was naked.
"Who was that...oh my...Spencer." Jolene sat up in the bathtub, her inflated tits clearing the sudsy water and her eyes glittering as she took in her ex-husband's chiseled body and big, hard cock. "Was there...something you needed?"
She squeezed her huge breasts between her biceps. The pink areolas lined up side by side and Jolene's comparatively tiny nipples stuck out straight from her mashed mounds. A stream of suds spilled over the curve of her glistening chest and plopped into the water.
"I thought you might need to be reminded how I fucked," said Spencer.
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