"That's it, Maddy," said Bryce. "Suck on my balls."
He pulled his cock from her lips and lifted it so his cockhead was against his belly and the underside and his balls were exposed to Maddy. She giggled as she went down to Bryce's balls and began to chase them in his sack with the tip of her tongue. She finally caught one against her lips and she sucked it as Bryce worked his fist on his hard cock. After a few seconds she switched to the other, lapping at his balls before giving his other testicle a hard suck.
"Oh, fuck, okay." Bryce pulled back from her. "I want to fuck you some more."
"Okay," said Maddy. "But I want to be on top now."
They shifted positions. Bryce stretching out on Spencer's big bed and sitting leaned against the headboard with his feet closest to the door. Maddy straddled her boyfriend. Spencer's pulse quickened again.
He knew he should do something. It was his duty as a father to stop this from happening, in his bed of all places. Instead, he slid his hand down to the front of his jeans and felt the hardness of his cock there against his leg. He felt the throb of lust there and he watched his daughter, taking Bryce's cock in her hand and guiding it to the trimmed peach of her teenage pussy.
Bryce's cock parted her pink flower and she slid into him, filling her pussy with his glistening cock , her slender hips working and her cute little bottom flexing and releasing. As she moved atop her boyfriend, faster and faster, Spencer's lust grew. He watched his daughter fucking with skill. He watched her moving and arching atop Bryce. He heard her cry of orgasm and saw her toes curling against his sheets.
She panted and whined and moved with real athleticism. Sweat glistened on her back. She leaned forward and Spencer could see the pink glimpses of her anus between her firm cheeks.
"I'm going to cum," groaned Bryce. "I'm going to fucking cum. Where do you want it?"
"In my pussy," gasped Maddy.
Bryce grabbed her hips. He sat up against her, Maddy's pert breasts against his chest as he bounced her on his cock. Their lips met. Their kiss was sloppy and disrupted by the ragged force of his thrusts. Maddy groaned. It was a sound Spencer had heard her make when she took off shoes after a day of walking or slipped into a bath. Hear that familiar sound escape her lips as her ass was splayed open and her pussy was being filled with her boyfriend's cum was almost too much for Spencer to bear.
He gritted his teeth and watched. He watched so closely he could see the subtle pulse on the slick underside of Bryce's cock. He could see Maddy's ass clenching and the cum dripping down from her stuffed pussy to her boyfriend's balls. His strokes slowed. They both stopped moving as his orgasm subsided. Bryce held her and kissed her.
"Oh my god," he laughed. "That was so good."
"What a big load," giggled Maddy.
It was. And as she rolled off her boyfriend it spilled down her thighs and dripped onto the sheets. It was a mess, decorating Bryce's balls, the sheets, and his daughter's creamed pussy.
Spencer had a clear view of the whole scene as he resolved to finally act. He knocked on the door and stepped into the room. They were still scrambling to cover up as he reached the foot of the bed and stared down at them.
"Mr. Mars!" said Bryce, lifting his hands defensively. "It's not...I mean..."
"I know exactly what this is," said Spencer. "It's okay. I'm over it."
Bryce and Maddy looked at each other with confusion.
"Daddy, don't do anything crazy."
His voice was cool and calm, which he guessed scared Bryce and Maddy even more. If only they knew why he was covering up for his emotions.
"I am going to turn around, get in my car, and go for a pizza, which I am going to share with you, Maddy. I need to talk some things over with you about Gillian and the sorority house." He looked at Bryce. "As for you, you're welcome to stay for pizza, but before I get back, you had better have these filthy sheets in the washing machine or I am going to break your neck. Am I understood?"
"Yes, sir," said Bryce, keeping his gaze appropriately directed at the floor.
"Never again in my bed, Maddy. This is my space. End of story. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, daddy," she said, wiping tears from her eyes.
Spencer glanced down at the Omega on his wrist.
"I'll be back in forty minutes or so," he said. "Plenty of time for round two if it's a quickie."
"Oh my god, daddy!" squealed Maddy as Spencer headed out of the room. He was pretty sure he heard Bryce chuckling.
Whatever his conflicted feelings about his own daughter, Spencer was headed to Sandy State to do some work for the weekend. If he was lucky, there were any number of beautiful young girls eagerly waiting for him. His life was certainly complicated and that wasn't necessarily a bad thing.
Yet.
Chapter Nine
"Hey, daddy!"
Spencer Mars was hammering away when his daughter, Maddy, showed up. School had started a week ago and the girls had been forced to move into the dorm while he finished the last renovations on the Sorority house. He drove the last nail into the trim on the door frame to one of the bedrooms and turned to greet his daughter.
They hugged and he stepped back to look her over. She had changed so much in the past week. She wore her auburn hair loose on her shoulders and she was showing off more of her perky body than ever in her tight jeans and sweaters. He looked for a bump, any sign of her growing pregnancy from her boyfriend Bryce, but he could barely see a trace of it.
"How's it coming?" asked Maddy, smiling at her sweat and paint stained father.
Spencer sighed and looked back at the hardwood floors that needed to be stained, the light fixtures he still had to put up and the final coat of paint he had to do just in this room alone. He was taking all of his personal days from work just to get the house ready for his daughter and her pregnant friends. He knew he had less than one more week before the Greek board would review the property and consider admitting the Sorority officially.
"I'll get it done this weekend," he said. "I have to. No more distractions."
"Are you calling me a distraction?" She giggled. "You know Karen wanted to come over. I bet she would have really been a distraction."
Of all of Maddy's friends that Spencer had knocked up, Karen was the most pregnant. He didn't have a fetish for pregnant women, more for what made them pregnant, but he had to admit that he appreciated some of the benefits of their bodies. Karen and Tamara had both started lactating and he loved it when they were milky. It seemed to turn him on even more.
"I would never call you a distraction, sweetie, I...I just have to get it done. You know? I can't party, I can't hang out or go shopping. I have to bear down and get it done."
"No need to explain yourself. You're doing it for me, after all." She danced back towards the door where the large fan was blowing to dry off the paint on the wall of the stairway. "I'll bring you some pizza and beers tonight."
"That sounds great," said Spencer, already turning back to his work. He stopped the hammer before it fell back down. "Hey, how are you going to get me beers? You're only eighteen."
"Fake ID, duh!" she laughed and stuck her tongue out at him.
Before he could object, Maddy was gone, leaving Spencer with the big, old, and increasingly renovated house. He put his earbuds in and got back to nailing in trim. When he finished that, he stained the floors of the bedrooms and the stairs starting from the top and working his way down. His back was killing him and he was a little lightheaded from breathing in fumes. He turned towards the door to go get some fresh air and nearly bumped right into the woman standing in the doorway.
Katie was just as beautiful as he remembered her from their night of passion together. He had met her and had sex with her while taking his daughter on a tour of the Kappa Sigma Mu sorority. An ultimately futile tour, since Kappa Sigma did not accept pregnant pledges, but a tour that was certainly rewarding in other ways.
Katie's creamy white skin had a hint of summer's color and her silky re
d hair seemed lighter in the sunlight spilling through the doorway into the house. Strands caught in the blowing air from the fan danced around her head like Medusa's snakes. Her glasses amplified the size and beauty of her blue eyes and her smile was just as sly as the first time he met her.
"Oh, wow," said Spencer as he yanked out his earbuds. "I didn't hear you there, Katie. How have you been? How are things at Kappa Sigma Mu?"
He stuck out his hand for a shake. Katie look at it in surprise.
"Fine. Everything's fine." She sighed and wrinkled her nose in disappointment. "A handshake? That's how you're going to greet me, Mr. Mars?"
The last time Spencer saw her he was very drunk and they both got very sweaty. She was one of his hottest one night stands of all time and he had never imagined she would come looking for him. It seemed wrong to grab her in broad daylight and give her the kiss he wanted to give her as soon as he saw the soft curve of her lips and her slender body in her shorts and baseball shirt.
"How were you hoping I would greet you?" asked Spencer, raising an eyebrow.
Thirty seconds later, the fan was knocked over and blowing up at the ceiling, paint smell be damned, and Katie was pressed face-first against the door. She giggled as Spencer's lips met the back of her neck, moved behind her ear, and his hands roamed down her body.
"Oh, Mr. Mars, now this wasn't I had in mind either," she said with a laugh in her voice.
He slid his hands up and under her shirt, between her and the door, gliding up her beautiful body as he kissed her neck. His fingers dug beneath the padded softness of her bra and he gathered the warm mounds of both of Katie's pert tits. Her nipples were already hard against his palms. She turned her head and kissed him on the lips. Short, smoldering kisses that ended with her giggling smile.
"You seem to have very specific ideas about you want," Spencer breathed between kisses.
"Mmmmm, well, I have been thinking about that night you found me studying and decided to rock my world a little bit."
"Just a little bit?" he asked and pinched her little nipples.
"Ah!" She wiggled against him. "Okay! You rocked my world...hard."
At the last word she ground her firm ass against the hardness growing in Spencer's ragged work pants. He slid his hands from under her shirt and kissed her hard. His tongue thrust between her welcoming lips and he tasted the lingering sweetness of a hard candy or sucker on her tongue. It only made his desire grow.
With a primal growl, Spencer dropped to a crouch behind Katie. His hands worked into the waist of her shorts and he yanked them down over her ass. It remained tightly cradled in a pair of salmon colored panties that perfectly matched the delicious contours of her cheeks so that it seemed he was exposing a piece of fruit.
"Oh, Mr. Spencer, you're not even going to buy a girl a drink?"
"Drink later," he said and smacked her ass. "I'm hungry right now."
He peeled her panties down from her ass and his kiss on the warm curve of her cheeks turned her excited giggling into a moan. She knew what she wanted and thrust her ass back, into his face, inviting him to taste her. He kissed her cheeks a few more times, moving down until he met her thighs. He squeezed her ass with both hands, spreading her open and admiring the pink of her tiny asshole and the delicate pink flower of her pussy.
He inhaled the raunchy scent of her lust and spread her pinkness to see that lust welling like honey from the tunnel of her cunt. He leaned in slowly, her heat against his lips. He kissed her tender folds gently. He gave them a slow, soft lick that roamed from the hooded bead of her clit to the soft edge where her pink petals receded to the pale softness of her perineum. Her anus squeezed tight in anticipation. Not one to disappoint, he gave it a long, wet lick as well, eliciting a cry of pleasure from Katie.
"You're so bad," she laughed.
He gave her asshole another slow lick, swirling his tongue around it and screwing the tip against her wrinkle. She stayed clenched tight and moaned as he lapped at her naughty hole. His tongue moved lower and he returned to her pussy. He licked her slowly at first, teasing her lips, brushing her clit and dipping his tongue into her hot, honeyed channel.
"Yesssss," she hissed.
Spencer knew he was having the desired effect as Katie began to work her hips and grind her slick slit against his tongue. He pressed his face against her ass, his nose in her hot crack and his chin against the red strip of her hair as he plunged his tongue and sucked at the delicate flesh of her cunt. Her gyrations grew more and more intense. Her head fell back and her mouth hung open in a long moan of pleasure.
She was on the brink, gasping for more, and instead Spencer stopped. Her stood behind her. Before she could object he spun her around and pinned her back against the door. His hands roughly raised her shirt and bra to her throat and his hands captured the hot softness of her tits. His fingers replaced his tongue. He kissed her and made sure she tasted her own juice.
"Fuck me," she whined. "Fuck me. I need it so bad."
"Yes, you do," he agreed.
The pink pillar of his cock was out with a zip and he lined it up against the slick, velvet folds of her cunt. They both watched as he pushed into her, slipping past her soft entrance and filling her channel, wider and wider until his hardness was against her cervix. He backed out and slipped back in, again and again, faster and harder with each stroke.
He held her against the door with one hand, her parted thighs wrapped around him and she pulled his body against her. She yanked off his dirty work shirt and kissed his muscular shoulder, his hair chest, and flicked his nipple with her tongue.
"I want...I want...to join...join...ohhhh god, Mr. Mars. Let me join your daughter's sorority."
"Are you pregnant?" he growled and slowed his strokes.
She laughed and cradled his scruffy cheek.
"Not yet," she said and worked her inner muscles to squeeze his cock.
The message was clear. For the first time in recent memory, one of his partner's wasn't just allowing him to cum inside her and risk pregnancy, Katie was hoping for it. The thought drove his strokes faster. He lifted her with one hand on her ass, sliding her up the door and pinning her with his powerful strokes. Her boiling cunt gripped his thrusts. Her lips grew salty with sweat.
"I'm going to cum," she gasped. "Ohhhh god that big cock...Mr. Mars...oh...I'm cumming!"
She arched with such force she pushed him back from the door by half a step. Her pussy clamped down against him and he felt the throbbing pleasure in her release. Her high-pitched cries drove him harder into her cunt. He pushed past her squeezing muscles and forced her to silence with his smothering kiss. The door rattled and banged behind her as he drove his cock hard into her fluttering fuckhole.
Finally, she went limp in his grasp, a moan of satisfaction from her parted lips. Far from easing up, Spencer grabbed her ass with both hands and lifted her away from the door. Holding her impaled on his cock, he turned and carried her thirty feet to the rolls of carpet earmarked for when he finished the basement. He dropped to his knees, his back groaning in protest.
"Mr. Spencer," cooed Katie. "You're so big and strong."
He let her drop onto her back against the carpet rolls and he climbed atop her. This was no porno style sex he intended. He held her ass with both hands, his cock buried in her and his weight heavily atop her. He begin to thrust into her in short, deep strokes. Her tight velvet squeezed back against his swelling cock. His balls shifted against the juice-slicked heat of her asshole.
"Oh, fuck me," she cried. "Fuck me and...and...fill me. Cum inside me. I want it."
"Yeah?" he grunted in her ear, rutting into her with all of his savage lust. "You want this big load?"
Their bodies slapped together. Her sloshing cunt sucked at his hardness.
"Yes!" she gasped. "Fill me! I need very drop of your cum. Shoot your big load deep into...ohhh...into my pussy. I'm not...ahhh...on the pill or...or any....AAAAH!"
Her thighs clamped against him and he felt her
cumming again. This time he bore down with incredible force, pounding his cock into her. He closed his eyes and buried his face against her slender neck. Their sweaty bodies were locked together, his rough masculinity against her youthful softness.
"Fuck!" he grunted through clenched teeth.
He buried his cock in her and held it there as his orgasm strained inside him and then released in a hot, liquid flood of his semen. It washed against her cervix and her own orgasm deepened as she felt his load throbbing into her as a hot pressure in her depths. He pulled back and stroked in an again, holding for a moment as another massive spurt launched from his cock. Each stroke filled her until his cum was smeared along his shaft and oozing out of Katie's pussy, down her asshole and dripping slowly onto the floor beneath her.
Her shoulders propped on the carpet rolls, she stroked his head and held him tight inside her as every last twitch left his cock. It was his turn to laugh. He lifted his face from her neck and kissed her lips. He pushed his weigh off of her onto his arms and saw the redness and sweat that colored them both. There was sweat on the edges of her oversized glasses.
"Don't take it out yet," she said, looking into Spencer's eyes. "I want to feel it get soft."
Her inner muscles squeeze him again and he shuddered with an aftershock of pleasure.
"The answer is 'yes,' Katie," said Spencer. "You can stay in this house. I've already planned three spare rooms in case there were more girls who wanted to join. You can also double bunk if you find a girl willing to share her room."
"Oh, thank you!" she cried and threw her arms around his neck. She kissed him over and over again until his cock had finally gone soft enough to slip out of her pussy. He rolled beside her, leaning his back against the carpet rolls.
"You'll still have to pay rent," he said.
"Oh? I can't just work it off?" she giggled, rubbing his sticky, flaccid cock with her fingers.
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