She yelped as he reached his arms into the water and scooped her out of the tub. He carried her, slick and dripping, into the bedroom and dropped her onto the king size bed. Her soaking head fell back on the pillow right next to the picture of her and her husband. He gave her a savage grin and climbed atop her, pushing her legs apart with his knee and let his cock rest against the hot folds of her shaved pussy.
They shared a hot, brief kiss. She tasted like wine, he tasted like sweat. She moaned and urged him to fuck her. He kissed from her lips to her shoulder and down to the jiggling mounds of her breasts. His tongue circled her soapy nipples. He captured one with the suction of his mouth and lightly pinched the other between finger and thumb.
"Oh, yes, Spencer," she moaned, holding his head against her.
As he sucked at her big breast, he maneuvered his cock to her fleshy folds. Her velvet opening parted with a single thrust and Spencer buried the hot steel of his cock in his ex-wife's steamy cunt. She arched beneath him as her body recalled the impressive size of his cock and clenched tightly around him. He squeezed her breasts in his hands, his fingers nearly disappearing into her bikini-marked triangles as he began to pound his cock into her.
"Fuck me!" she cried. "Fuck me hard. I need it hard, baby!"
He growled, happy to oblige her. He pushed her plump legs up and sawed his cock into the slurping pink groove of her pussy. He buried his dick against her cervix and mashed his cum-heavy balls against her clenching ass. She played with her tits and watched him moving between her thighs. He smiled at the pleasure written across her face. Jolene had obviously been fantasizing about this moment for a long time. He intended to live up to her fantasies.
Spencer drove his cock in and out, slowing every so often to let his fat cockhead pop from the clutching tunnel of Jolene's pussy. He slapped his bell cap against her fat clit and then plunged his cock back into her hungry tunnel. He edged her orgasm, pulling out and making her moan with frustration each time she was about to cum. She seemed on the very brink of exploding when he popped his cock out again and sat back.
"Suck it," he demanded.
She moaned with lust and flopped onto her hands and knees. Her mouth went straight to his cock and he rested his hand on her head as she gave him a deep sucking. Jolene always did know how to give great head.
He let her bob her mouth on him until her slurping lips had nearly dragged him over the edge. He pulled his cock from the sucking oval of her mouth and turned her around. He smacked her plump ass and drove his cock straight and hard into her pussy. Her huge tits slapped against the bedding beneath her. His cock drove in and out of her squeezing fuckpit.
"Oh, Spencer, don't stop. Please. I want to cum."
Spencer leaned back and said, "Fuck yourself with my cock then. Cum all over it."
She looked back at him, golden hair spilling across her face as she backed her wide ass into his cock. Her pussy swallowed every inch. She rolled her hips and bounced her cheeks against him again and again, impaling her hot hole on his swelling cock. His balls drew tight against his root. Her orgasm hit first. He saw it in her sudden squinting expression and the way her mouth hung wide open. He felt it in her pussy, squeezing him like a dozen fingers wrapped around his surging cock. He could see it when her ass spread open on each stroke, her little pink hole clenching with her contractions.
"Oh god, I'm cumming!" she cried. "I'm cumming all over that big dick!"
He grabbed her hips and resumed his strokes into her clutching fuckhole. He was savage. He pounded his ex-wife's pussy like he was trying to kill her with his big dick. He felt his orgasm rising even as she continued to squeeze around him.
"Pull out!" she suddenly gasped.
"No!" he snapped. "You are going to take this cum! You want this cum!"
"No, please," she cried, growing desperate, "I've been trying to get pregnant. I'm on fertility treatment."
"Good!"
He shouted and his cock throbbed as he spurted his first stream of cum deep into her pussy. She let out a whimper and dropped her face into the pillow as he blasted his huge load into her fertile fuck tunnel. He stroked hard into her. He wanted her to feel every twitch of his cock. Every boiling jet of his spunk. He only pulled out when he had filled her hot pussy to overflowing.
He slid off the bed and stood up, admiring her creamed folds for a moment before she turned to face him.
"I can't believe you did that to me."
"Yes you can," said Spencer. "Because it's exactly what you needed."
She didn't have an answer for that. He whistled as he dressed. When he popped his head back into the bedroom he was gratified to see Jolene playing with her cum-filled pussy. She gave him a lusty look, inviting him wordlessly back to the bed.
"Give me a call when it's a good day for me to come back," he said. "I still have some work to do here."
He was almost laughing as he pulled away from his old house in his Jeep. Fucking his ex and then having a date with Sofia and Bianca was certainly taking the edge off of having Maddy and all her friends out of town. She was house shopping at Sandy State.
He had offered to buy a sorority house for Maddy, Karen, and Tamara since Kappa Sigma Mu had strict rules against being pregnant at the sorority. Spencer had nothing to do with his daughter being pregnant, other than failing to keep her boyfriend away from her, but he had everything possible to do with Karen and Tamara getting knocked up. Gillian was knocked up too. She was just at Sandy State to spend time with the other girls before she headed off to college at Berkley.
Spencer swung by a grocery store to pick up some things for a picnic and then headed straight out to his cabin. He was gratified to see Sofia's rented convertible parked in the drive. Carrying the bags of groceries into the kitchen, he could hear the hot tub running out back. He put the groceries down on the counter and peered out the back window.
Bianca leaned her head back on the rim of the tub. Her earbuds were in and she was listening to music. She had changed into a red and gold striped two-piece that emulated the flag of Spain. Her breasts seemed a little bigger in the bikini, the shape of her nipples visible beneath the yellow of the stripe. Her dark hair was pulled back in a ponytail. Her pink lips were parted. Spencer felt his cock twitch. Her long, slender neck was begging to be kissed.
"I hope you don't mind."
Spencer turned around to see Sofia, wrapped in a pink towel that did a great job of showing off her cleavage and long, golden legs. There was a crinkle of amusement at the edges of her brown eyes.
"Mind?" asked Spencer.
"That she hopped in the hot tub. I was going to join her, but I had to take a shower first." She looked down at herself and adjusted the wrap of the towel, flashing him a momentary strip of her thigh and belly. "I had to purify my body."
"I hope you didn't make it too pure," he said. "Would you like some wine?"
"Why don't you pour some for Bianca too," suggested Sofia. "She's of age to drink in Spain. We can join her in the hot tub."
Spencer raised an eyebrow, but wasn't about to refuse that sort of suggestion. He poured her a glass of the red. She brought it to her smiling lips.
"Good. Sweet." She handed him the glass. "Can you take it outside? I have to change into my bathing suit."
"So do I."
She shrugged as if it didn't matter if he wore a suit or not. Truthfully, after his workout at his ex-wife's house he could have used a shower before jumping in the hot tub, but he didn't want to delay what seemed to be unfolding. He followed Sofia to the bedroom and grabbed his trunks out of the drawer. She managed to give him a tantalizing flash of her golden ass before he was back out of the room.
He stripped off his clothes and pulled the trunks on and headed outside with a tray of wine glasses and two bottles of red. Bianca lifted her head from the back of the hot tub as she heard the door open.
"Hey there, Mr. Mars," she said.
She looked so innocent to Spencer, even with her sexy body in that biki
ni. Her brown doe eyes and her sweet smile were better than any Viagra.
"Brought some wine," he said, setting the tray down next to the hot tub. "Your mom said you're allowed to drink and who am I to stop you?"
"Ooh." She took the glass he offered. "I don't know if this is a good idea on an empty stomach. Just keep an eye on me, okay Mr. Mars? Don't let me drink too much."
"Sure thing."
Bianca scooted over to make room in the bubbling hot tub. Spencer climbed in and slid onto the submerged bench beside her. The bubbling warmth immediately relaxed his aching back.
"Damn that's good," he said, careful to hold his glass above the water. "My ex had me roofing in this heat."
"I'm totally sweating. Of course, I'm in a hot tub."
"You know, there's this cool, spring-fed stream about a half mile from...here..."
Whatever Spencer was about to say died on his lips as the sliding door opened and Sofia stepped out onto the deck. The bikini bottoms were pink and the sort of low-riding, ass hugging style that only really gets worn in Europe. Even more European was the top, which she was not wearing at all. Her golden breasts were perfectly pert and capped with wide, short nipples of a deeper honey brown color.
"Mooooom," moaned Bianca.
"What? You're so Americanized. This is how we do it. You've been to Europe, right Spencer?"
"Uh, yeah, it is how they do it quite a bit." Spencer averted his gaze and smiled sheepishly. "It can be hard to know where to look when you go to one of the beaches."
Sofia slid into the water beside Spencer, shoulder-to-shoulder with him on the bench. Her laughter was warm and genuine.
"It's okay for you to look at them, Mr. Mars."
"Spencer," he reminded her.
He leaned over and stared openly at her pert breasts rising above the bubbling level of the water. A tiny golden crucifix hung between them, nestled in their enticing valley. Spencer glanced at Bianca and caught a flash of jealousy on the beautiful teen's face. She pressed her glass of wine to her lips and drained it in four big gulps.
"Well, if it's the European thing to do," said Bianca, setting her glass side and reaching behind her slender back. "I guess I'm European."
"Now wait just a second, young lady," said Sofia with a stern tone.
"What?" snapped Bianca.
Sofia leaned across Spencer, the side of one dangling breast brushing against his hairy chest as she turned her daughter around.
"Let me untie it for you," said Sofia. "I don't want you tearing your string."
Bianca had a shocked expression on her pretty face as her called her bluff. Sofia untied her daughter's Spanish bikini. Bianca covered her chest protectively as the back fell open.
"Maybe, I, um, shouldn't take this off in front of Mr. Mars," said Bianca, her face practically glowing red.
"I don't mind," said Spencer, with a smile.
It only made Bianca turn an even deeper shade of red, but she reluctantly turned around and coyly pulled the bikini away from her breasts. If Sofia's were a bit larger, Bianca's were twice as perfectly, lusciously pert. Her breasts had the faint shading of a bikini tan and her nipples were so light that the areolas blended from brown to the creamy gold of her breast. Spencer's cock twitched at the sight, growing even harder as the teen bit her lower lip and looked down at her own glistening breasts.
"They look beautiful, sweetie," said Sofia. "Don't be so self conscious."
Bianca giggled nervously, covering her mouth to hide her shame. She decided, "I need more wine!"
Spencer poured her another glass.
"I just want to remind you that the drinking age here is 21 and I disapprove of an eighteen year old guzzling wine." He passed the glass to Bianca. "All the same, cheers."
"Saúde!" said Sofia and the trio clinked their glasses together.
Spencer could not help but notices their breasts jingling from the light impact. Taking a long sip of the sweet one, settling back against the rim of the hot tub, he decided he might have died roofing that damn shack and this was his version of heaven.
Spencer asked them about Spain. They asked Spencer about Maddy and Sandy State. As the wine saturated their conversation, Sofia became increasingly flirtatious and Bianca was no longer shy about her breasts. More than once, Spencer felt her hard nipples grazing against his arm as she leaned against him and argued good-naturedly with her mother.
"IIIIII think I need another refill," she slurred after her third glass.
"I think you've had enough," said Spencer.
He looked to Sofia for support, but she only shrugged. Bianca pouted. She crawled onto his lap, settling her firm bottom against the straining front of his swimming trunks. She put an arm around his neck and practically pressed her pert teenage breasts into his face.
"Pllllease, Mr. Mars. Can I have one more?"
"I don't think..."
She arched her back, her bottom bouncing in his lap and her perky tits jiggling up and down. Her bikini was so tight he could feel her hot groove against his cock. Two minor bathing suit adjustments and he would be able to push inside her and fill her teenage pussy.
"Pllllllease!" She begged, ass squirming in his lap.
"Hell, alright," he said. "But this is the last one."
"Thannk you!" said Bianca, saluting him with her glass. She slid off his lap and back to her seat beside him.
`"My daughter gets what she wants," said Sofia. "I've learned not to resist her."
"What about you?" asked Spencer.
"More wine?" She sloshed her half-full glass.
"No, what do you want?"
"Mom is looking for a maaan," teased Bianca.
"Oh, be quiet," said Spencer. "You're the one who is boy crazy."
"I have a boyfriend."
"That has certainly never stopped you before, young lady."
Spencer could practically see the hormones bubbling in the pool. Mother and daughter were laughing about it, but there was a real tension to their arguing. He knew what it meant. And he knew exactly what to do, even if it risked spoiling things with both women.
He turned to Sofia, brought his hand up to her face and kissed her. The woman was caught mid-sentence and her eyes opened wide in shock. No protest formed on her lips. Instead, her eyes closed again, her hand came up to Spencer's cheek and her full lips parted to invite his tongue into her mouth. For several long seconds there was no sound but the bubbling of the hot tub and the soft, wet slurp of their deep kiss.
Bianca stared, dumbstruck, as her gorgeous mother made out with Spencer. Whatever she might have been thinking, she was unprepared for what Spencer did next. He pulled his lips away from Sofia, sharing a hot look between them. He turned to Bianca, who seemed about to say something, but unable to find a single word.
Spencer smiled at her as her breasts heaved with her excitement. He reached up to her face, cradled it as he had Sofia's, and leaned in to kiss her.
"Oh my go-mmmmmmphhhh."
Bianca's words were smothered by Spencer's kiss. He heard a sharp intake of breath behind him from Sofia. For a moment, he expected a slap to land on his face or for Sofia to grab him and pull him off her daughter. Instead, his tongue explored the teen's mouth and he found her even more yielding than her mother. Her hand caressed his back as their tongue's fenced between their lips. He resisted the urge to pull her against him and fondle her firm body.
"Mr. Mars, I think we need to have a talk," said Sofia sternly.
Spencer separated from the gorgeous teen. For a moment eighteen year old and forty eight year old were entranced with each other. Her eyes were so big and brown it almost hurt Spencer to look into them. Finally, he looked away and saw Sofia giving him a very serious look. He knew he had gone too far making out with mother and daughter in the same hot tub. The proverbial jig was up.
"Alright, fair enough," he relented. "Let's go have a talk."
The sliding door into the house closed behind him. Sofia's wet feet padded across the kitchen tile
s and followed her into the den to stand on the fur rug. She turned, still holding her wineglass, her caramel breasts still glistening from the hot tub's water.
"I crossed the line," said Spencer.
"Yes, you did, Mr. Mars." She drank the last of her wine and set the glass aside. "I have no problem sharing you with my daughter. But you need to ask first."
He raised an eyebrow.
"Are you asking?" Sofia stepped closer and slid her hands from his abs up to his hairy chest. She looked up at him, a mischievous smile curling her lips.
"You want me to ask if I can fuck your daughter?"
"Such a vulgar way of putting it, Mr. Mars." She planted a delicate kiss on his shoulder. His collarbone. Her lips rose to his ear. "There was a boy in Morocco. Maybe nineteen. I think he was Persian. He spoke a little Spanish and it was enough. He had us both in his bed that night."
Her hot breath tickled Spencer's ear.
"Do you want us both, Mr. Mars?" asked Sofia.
"Your goddamn right," he said, cinching her against him with an arm around her waist. "But first I want you."
Spencer and Sofia never made it all the way into the bedroom. They tried, smashing into walls, her legs wrapped around him and his hands on her ass holding her weight, but they only made it into the hallway. Sofia laughed as she thumped her head against the floor. Spencer grinned, climbing atop her and assaulting her pert breasts with his hands and tongue. He lapped at her nipples and sucked and pinched them until she was moaning for him to stop.
Sofia's hand slipped inside his bathing suit and her fingers wrapped around the velvet iron of his cock. She stroked him and he reciprocated, untying her bikini bottom and exposing the furred mound of her pussy. It was trimmed, but dark and thick, her ran his fingers into her carpet and found the hot, wet groove of her slit. Her bud was throbbing hard and he played his fingers against it and kissed her as she tugged his cock.
"We really should go into the bedroom," she gasped.
"Are you worried Bianca is going to see us?"
"Nnnooohhh! Ohh my god. No. Just worried...nnnn...about making a mess on your nice...oohhh hardwood."
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