She stood about the same height as Tamara, but where Tamara was fairly slender up until her pregnancy, Jacquelyn was all curve. She was no longer fat, but her body had filled out into wide hips, a round ass and two lusciously big breasts fighting with the crop top she was wearing for control. Her fat nipples were clearly visible beneath the blue fabric of the top. Spencer could not help but stare and Jacquelyn just smiled when she caught him.
"Good to see you, sweetie," said Tamara, embracing her cousin.
"Damn, girl, you are looking pregnaaaant. How many months are you?"
"28 weeks," said Tamara. "Can you believe I have to start college looking like this?"
"Oooh, that's going to be rough. You know the name? Is the daddy taking care of her?" Jacquelyn leaned down and whispered, "Do you even know the daddy?"
Tamara did not answer the swarm of questions immediately. Somehow, by reading some expression, or catching some flick of Tamara's eyes, Jacquelyn managed to unravel what was going on between Spencer and Tamara in the span of about ten seconds.
"He the daddy?" Jacquelyn's big brown eyes looked at Spencer and then back to Tamara. "Girl, he is that baby's daddy? He better be taking care of that baby."
"He is!" protested Tamara
"I am!" said Spencer.
"Oh, you two aren't even going to pretend it ain't true." Jacquelyn shook her head. She turned her ire on Spencer. "Do you know that girl is only eighteen? Tell me she was eighteen when you knocked her up."
"I was!" said Tamara.
Jacquelyn ignored her and got in Spencer's face. He could smell the lingering coconut scent of her body wash or shampoo. She prodded him in the chest with a finger.
"You! You have a daughter her age. Do you know how fucked up that is? That is like you want to do it with your own daughter. That is nasty. I don't care how hot you are, with your whole off duty firefighter look going on in that flannel, you've got no business knocking up Tamara. She is a good girl. And what do you...why are you smiling? What the fuck are you smiling about?"
"You're awesome," said Spencer. "You're hot."
"Hot?!" her voice raised an octave, but only after a flash of a smile.
"Mr. M, you don't have to tell her anything," said Tamara "We're here as a favor to her."
"What do you do for a living, Jacquelyn?" asked Spencer as he smiled through the growing tension.
"She's a dancer," said Tamara.
"Exotic?"
"What did you just say?" barked Jacquelyn. "You did not just say I was a stripper. Do I look like a stripper?"
She folded her arms over her breasts and cocked her hips to one side. She waited for a reply. Spencer scratched at the stubble on his cheek and look Jacquelyn slowly up and down.
"No," he said. "Way too good looking to be a stripper."
"She's a jazz dancer," said Tamara. "And don't look at me because I don't know what that means either. She used to be into ballet."
"She has the body for dancing," said Spencer, trying to imagine Jacquelyn's big breasts squeezed into a leotard.
Jacquelyn hissed and waved her hand dismissively at Spencer. She turned her attention back to her cousin.
"Tamara, girl, you still haven't told me where you are gonna let me stay. I know there ain't room in your house."
"We've got to get you away from Martin. Whatever it takes. He is going to kill you, Jacquelyn." Tamara waved her arms in frustration. "Maybe you could stay with Mr. M at his cabin."
"Whoa," said Spencer.
He could only imagine how Gillian or Maddy would react if either of them knew had a new, sexy teenager shacking up with him. He was on increasingly thin ice with both of them for surprisingly similar reasons.
"I mean, I appreciate it," said Jacquelyn. "But I am not gonna live with some strange hunky old white dude in the mountains. No offense."
"None taken," said Spencer. "I agree, it's not a great idea to have you moving in with me. Look, my ex-wife owes me a big favor for fixing her shed. She has a couple spare rooms. I bet I can talk her into letting you sleep in one of them for as long as it takes for you to find something more permanent."
"I told you he was a good guy," said Tamara.
"It might work," said Jacquelyn. "I mean, I still have some stuff to pack. Can you call her and find out--"
The door to the apartment swung violently opened and banged into the inner wall. Jacquelyn's eyes went wide and Tamara and Spencer turned to see who had just burst into the apartment.
"Oh, shit," muttered Tamara.
"Bitch," shouted the big, muscular black man standing in the door, "what the fuck is this? Who is this old white dude?"
"Spencer Mars," said Spencer, offering the man his hand.
The man, Spencer presumed he was Martin, slapped Spencer's hand away and had a look of disgust on his face.
"I told you I am leaving!" shouted Jacquelyn.
"Yeah, I got your text." Martin shoved Spencer back. "I ain't having your pregnant ass cousin and some old cop coming in here to take my woman. Get up out of here. Both of you."
Martin reached for Jacquelyn and Spencer stepped in front of him.
"She doesn't belong to you," growled Spencer.
"She sure as fuck don't belong to you, cracker. Now get out of my way before I break my foot off in your stupid ass."
Spencer's hands closed into fists. He kept them down at his hips.
"This is the last chance I'm going to give you to back away," he said.
"Last chance?" Martin snorted. "Stupid bitch, I am going to fuck you up. Then I'm going to fuck her up."
Martin took an obvious swing at Spencer. It was a strong hook, but Spencer saw it coming and easily knocked it aside with his forearm. Martin blinked, surprised Spencer wasn't sprawled on the floor. Spencer brought in a hard, short kick on Martin's knee which buckled Martin onto his other knee. Spencer dropped his elbow hard into Martin's shoulder. When the man reached back and tried to turn his head, Spencer nailed him with an upper cut. It dropped Martin face-first to the floor.
Spencer had put down guys with a lot less in bar fights in half the ports in the Pacific. He was the best boxer on his ship during his cruise in the Marines. Wiry strong and used to surprising much bigger black guys who thought they could make short work of him. Those fights usually ended with a handshake and maybe a beer if someone had smuggled some onto the ship. This one wasn't going to be so polite.
Martin lifted his head, blood dripping from a cut above his eye.
"Stay down," warned Spencer. "Got no interest in beating you any worse."
"Gonna kill you, bitch," wheezed Martin, pushing himself up off the floor.
"No. You aren't."
Spencer knocked him out with a short, hard hook to the side of the head. It wasn't full strength. Just enough to put Martin down.
"Grab your things," said Spencer. "No more packing. We're getting out of here."
Jacquelyn nodded and rushed into the back bedroom with Tamara to gather up what she could carry. The only furniture she brought was a table lamp which Spencer carried out to the car along with a plastic storage bin that felt like it was full of bricks.
"Books," said Jacquelyn. "I like to read."
When they were carrying out the last load, Martin sat up and sullenly watched them. He started to mutter something and Tamara snapped at him, "Do you want your ass beat again? This is what you get for hitting my cousin."
"We had some good times, Martin," consoled Jacquelyn, "but you are out of control. Get some fucking help."
Half an hour later, off the highway south from Riverside, Jacquelyn and Tamara perched with their round bottoms on top of a picnic table eating some of the best barbecue ribs either woman had ever tasted. Spencer leaned against the brick wall of Big Frank's Smokehouse with his own basket of ribs.
"I told you they were good," he said.
He tossed the last of the bones into the basket and took a rattling drink from his soda.
"You didn't lie," admits Tamara.
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br /> "Oh my god, Mr. Mars! Your hand." Jacquelyn wiped her fingers on a napkin and came over to where he was standing. She took his hand in hers and turned it over to look at his bloody, swollen knuckles.
"It'll be okay. Just some bruising and a couple cracks." He dumped the ice from his cup into a napkin and held it against the outside of his fist. "That guy was really your boyfriend?"
"Martin? He didn't used to be so bad." Jacquelyn leaned against the wall beside Spencer. "He got into some drugs and has been having work problems. He just...I don't really want to get into it. I'm done with him. That's what matters."
"So you're on the market again." Spencer whistled. "Ever think of getting with an older man."
Jacquelyn smiled, but gave him a dubious look with her eyes.
"Just how old are you, Mr. Mars."
"Forty nine last week."
"I missed your birthday," she murmured. "I guess I'll have to give you a present."
Minutes later, in the disinfectant-stinking bathroom of the rib shack, Jacquelyn practically threw Spencer up against the wall next to the toilet and drove her tongue into his mouth. It took him a moment to recover and then he slid his hands from her wide hips around to the big, thick ass that filled her cutoff shorts. He didn't care about the nasty surroundings, all he could see was Jacquelyn.
"That made me so fucking hot when you beat Martin's ass," she gasped between kisses.
"You liked that?" Spencer edged his fingers into the bottoms of her shorts and slid them onto the warm, soft curves of her assflesh. "I'd kick anyone's ass for you."
"Oh, yeah?" She spoke with her lips against his. "What else will you do for me?"
He kissed her and drove his tongue back against hers, overpowering and dominating her lust in the hot, hidden space between their lips. He pushed her back against the wall beside the door. Her back bumped into the hand dryer and it roared out a stream of hot air.
Spencer's hands slipped from her shorts to the back of her crop top. He unzipped the hidden zipper and the tight fabric released Jacquelyn's impressive tits. He yanked the front of the top down, sliding the sides out from beneath her arms and tossing the top onto the counter beside the sink. His hands took in the roundness and weight of Jacquelyn's warm breasts. She moaned as his thumbs dragged over her wide areolas and fat nipples.
It was only natural for his kiss to follow the pathfinders of his fingers. The warm valley of her tits swallowed his face and he squeezed his hands around them. He tasted a hint of her sweat as his tongue reached for one fat nipple.
"Ohhhhh, yeah, Mister Mars. Suck on that titty." She pushed her tit against his lips and fed the nipple into his mouth. "Oohhhh yessss, you're making me all wet."
He lapped at and sucked at her breasts. They weren't milky like Tamara's, but they were just as thick and soft. He mauled her soft flesh with both hands and sucked hard, until she whined with pleasure and pain and pushed his face away from her chest.
"You're bitin' me!" she laughed.
"What? You don't like teeth marks?"
Before she could answer, he grabbed Jacquelyn's wide hips and spun her around to face the wall. He fell to his knees behind her, doing his best to ignore the filthy floor of the rib shack's bathroom as he admired her big, round ass. It more than filled her cutoff denim shorts. It dominated them. He slid one hand around her waist and unbuttoned and unzipped them. The most resistance she offered was a surprised cry as his fingers hooked into the waist on both sides.
"Show me that juicy ass," he growled.
He took down her shorts in three jerks, exposing the smooth onion of Jacquelyn's luscious ass. She leaned into the wall, popping her ass back more into his face and enticing him with a slow swing of her hips. A tiny, pink g-string was almost completely swallowed up by her glorious chocolate cheeks.
"You like that ass?" she cooed. "That's a ghetto booty. That's a jungle booty. You like them big, don't you, Mr. Mars?"
"I like all kinds," he said and ran his fingers up from the backs of her thighs to the pink waist of her panties. "But yours is just about the nicest I've ever seen."
She twisted at the waist, resting a hand on his head and watching as his fingers curled into her panties and pulled them out from between her cheeks. Her ass jiggled as her smooth curves released the pink fabric and he slid her panties down her thighs to join her shorts on the floor.
Jacquelyn jiggled it for his benefit. She smacked one hand on a cheek and pulled her crack open for a flash before letting her ass bounce back into place. Not before he saw her trimmed pussy and the chocolate wrinkle of her asshole.
"I know you like that," purred Jacquelyn.
"Oh, fuck that is hot," he groaned. "I'm going to have to take a bite."
Before she could object, he grabbed her cheeks with both hands and gave a playful bite to one soft cheek. She yelped and laughed. Spencer smacked his lips and kissed his way loudly to the warm valley of her crack. He pressed his face against it and inhaled the clean scent - just a hint of sweat - of her big ass. His face spread her wide and his tongue gave a slow, wet lick to her clenched hole.
"Ohhhh, you nasty," laughed Jacquelyn. "Go on, Mr. Mars. You eat that ass. You lick that."
"Nnnnyeaaah?" Spencer asked as he tongued the hot, clenching drum of Jacquelyn's asshole.
"Fuck yeah," she hissed. "Get that tongue in there."
He screwed the tip of his tongue into her hot clench. He had to rim her good to get her tight little hole to relax. Her muscles eased and he plunged his tongue deep into hot pipe. His cock twitched at the whine of pleasure that escaped her lips. He brought his hand up between her thighs and massaged his thumb against the fat bud of her clit.
"Oh, fuck, yes. Play with...oohhh...play with that wet pussy. Yes...oh fuck, daddy. That is so good."
Daddy? Spencer smiled around his tongue. This girl was even kinkier than her cousin. Her pucker tightened around his thrusting tongue, squeezing back against him, and Jacquelyn rocked her soft ass into his face. He tongue-fucked her ass and fingered her slick slit until she was begging for something more. He gave her clenching hole a few last lashes of his tongue and before lifting his face from her soft onion booty.
He stood up behind her and unbuttoned and unzipped. She leaned into him and rubbing her ass against his cock before he'd even gotten it out of his boxers.
"You want this dick?" He kissed her neck and pushed his cock between her thighs. Her hot folds rubbed across the top of his glans and wet his shaft.
"You better put on a condom."
"A condom? I don't wear condoms." He wrapped his hand around his cock and teased the tip against her velvet mound. She sighed as he beat his cockhead against her clit.
"Fuck me," she moaned.
That was all the permission Spencer needed. He pushed his cock into her slick channel, filling her in a single stroke. He grabbed her hips and fucked her hard and fast. At any moment, he expected someone from the rib joint to start pounding on the door. Worse, that person could be Tamara, wondering why he was locked in the bathroom with her cousin.
"Oh, yeah, daddy. Fuck that little pussy. Fuck me with that big, white dick."
He forgot his concerns in the clenching tunnel of Jacquelyn's pussy. He couldn't resist smacking her plump ass and making it shake with each slap of his hand. Her head lifted up and her mouth hung open in a steady cry of pleasure. The bathroom was cramped and hot. They both began to sweat as tanned white flesh and chocolate dark flesh collided in a steady rut. Spencer held tight to Jacquelyn's wide hips as his cum began to churn.
"I'm going to cum soon," he said, leaning over her. "I'm going to cum...and fucking fill your pussy."
"No," she gasped. "Pull out. Please, Mr. Mars."
"I don't pull out," he growled. "You bought a ticket for this ride when you told me to fuck you. I'm going to bust deeeeep in that tight pussy, Jacquelyn."
"Oooohhh please...please...." For a few seconds all she could do was wail as an orgasm rocked through her body. "Pull out. Please p
ull...ooooh...pull out."
He held her pinned against the dingy wall of the rib shack's bathroom. They both watched in the mirror as their bodies united. He kissed her shoulder and neck. She gasped with each stroke of his thick cock, filling her, driving her through her orgasm and towards another. Spencer's balls drew tight against his shaft. His cock slurped into her hungry cunt. He met her gaze in the mirror.
"I'm going to cum!" he hissed through his teeth.
"Aaaaaaahhhh!" was her only answer.
His body tensed, his cock reaching a plateau of ecstasy within her hot tunnel before it began to throb and spurt out his hot load into Jacquelyn's depths. His cum pumped against her cervix and overflowed the channel of her cunt to slick his cock and add a raunchy tone to his sharp thrusts into her pussy. Warmth spilled down his balls and down her thighs. The thick wetness of their juices mingled within her fertile cove.
"You...came inside me..." she whimpered.
"It felt good, didn't it?"
He smoothed her hair from her face and kissed against her earlobe. He took another stroke inside her, stirring the cum inside her. Her pussy clenched back against him.
"Yesssss," she confessed.
Their sweaty bodies separated with a final slurp and drip of cum onto the dirty tile floor of the bathroom. She turned and Spencer shared a deep kiss with her, holding her in his arms and restoring the intimacy before finally letting her go again. They cleaned up as best they could and dressed.
"I'll go first," said Spencer.
He stepped out of the bathroom, half expecting to find Tamara waiting for him, or at least angry customers. Instead, it was clear, and he knocked the signal for all clear on the door and hustled back to the Jeep.
Tamara was waiting with her feet up on the dash, playing some game on her phone and slurping noisily at the dregs of her soda.
"Sorry about that," said Spencer. "I had to..."
"You had to fuck my cousin in the bathroom." It wasn't a question. "That's okay. I knew you would. She is fine."
Spencer ducked his head sheepishly at being so predictable that a teenager knew what he was going to do. He supposed he had established a very clear pattern: any hot barely legal girl that came in his reach got his dick. But it wasn't just that...
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