Penny’s Predicament - Part 4 (Patreon)

Sunday Morning

Penny’s eyes fluttered open, the feeling of Ben’s arm around her waist, hand against her stomach, and his soft snores breathing across her neck making her feel blissful. Content. Satisfied.

And then the memory of what she’d done last night crashed into her like a speeding train.

Spencer.

The belt.

How he’d lifted her. Carried her. Filled her.

Trying not to shake, Penny slipped from Ben’s loving grip and out of bed. Her pajama shorts were wedged between her cheeks and shirt twisted up tight against her chest. She padded softly out of the room and into the hall, straightening her clothes as she went. Closing the door softly, she glanced down the hall toward Spencer’s room.

Was he still asleep? What if he wasn’t? What was she even doing?

Walking down the hall, Penny peaked into Spencer’s room. His bedsheets were twisted, tossed aside. No sign of her boyfriend’s dad.

Had she really fucked Ben’s dad last night? It didn’t take much to confirm. She slide a hand under her bottoms, under the cotton gray thong she’d pulled on after her shower, and felt just a little of the stickiness that Spencer had left behind. She’d tried to clean as best she could, but Spencer had unloaded so heavily inside her she suspected that he’d been saving it all up since the last time they’d been together on spring break all those years ago.

The scent of coffee drifted to her, calling out and telling her exactly where Spencer was. Penny made her way to the kitchen, treading softly. Morning light was spilling through the windows. Coffee was brewed, mugs set out on the counter along with sugar and cream. Spencer stood, leaning against the counter, wearing only a worn pair of sweats. His chest was defined and firm, not overly muscled but clearly toned.

Penny stopped in the doorway, arms crossed over her stomach, remembering how this man had fucked her. Taken her. Used her. Given her mind-blowing orgasms. And all while her boyfriend, his son, slept barely a dozen yards away.

She knew she should feel guilty, and a part of her did, but the stirring between her thighs was impossible to ignore. Her nipples hardened, pressing against the thin t-shirt, giving anyone who cared to look a clear sign she was aroused.

Spencer turned, holding a mug of coffee up to his lips, eyes meeting Penny’s with a quiet confidence. “Good morning, Penny.” He said simply. Putting down his mug, he grabbed an empty one and poured in some coffee. “How do you take it?”

“I…” She cleared her throat. “Cream, please.” She took a step into the kitchen.

“You do like your cream, don’t you?” His grin was cocky as his eyes caught her again.

“I… uh…” Penny was frozen, thinking about how much cum he’d shot inside her.

Spencer’s chuckle loosened the tension. “Calm down, Penny. We are adults. There’s no need to be so embarrassed.” He pushed the steaming mug across the counter toward her.

“It’s not…I’m not…” She was stammering like some frightened schoolgirl. Penny took the coffee and held it like a protective shield against her chest. “Spencer… about last night. I… I’m not embarrassed, at least not about what we did. But I really do love Ben.”

It sounded so weak in the light of day. Considering how she’d let Spencer own her. He’d taken her so completely. Fucked her raw. She could still feel the thrill of it all in her blood, in her mind. 

“I told you last night, Penny. I’m not after your heart. I love my son and want the best for him. Honestly, I can’t think of a better woman for him.” His expression was serious. “But I’m not gonna deny what I feel either.”

He stepped around the counter, once again looming over her, the heat of his body close to her lithe form. “I believe in honesty.”

“Does that mean you’re going to tell Ben…” She could feel a pit opening in her heart and stomach. This weekend was supposed to be special. Getting introduced to her boyfriend’s father. One step closer to a proposal she all but knew was coming. Now it was falling apart. If Ben found out she’d slept with his dad, and not on some long gone spring break vacation before they even knew each other, but barely ten hours ago, he’d break up with her. Their relationship would be destroyed.

Spencer sighed, leaned on the counter next to her, thinking earnestly. “Well, that’s difficult. I suppose it depends on you. If you want to tell him and deal with the fallout, then we can do that. If you want to keep it between us, then we can do that too. But if Ben asks me outright, I won’t lie.”

Penny groaned and put her face in her hands. This was far too complicated. She didn’t want to tell Ben. It would ruin him. How much worse could it get than your girlfriend fucking your dad? She’d practically cucked him with his father. How horrible could she be?

Spencer put a hand on her shoulder, squeezing gently. “Penny. I’ll never force you to do anything. I don’t have any regrets about last night. It was sex. Pure and simple. And I definitely want more. As much as I can get and as much as you’ll give.”

She looked up sharply, eyes wide. Did he really think she was going to sleep with him again?

A blush ran through her, tinting her skin pink. Truth was she wanted to. She was still buzzing with the memories and feelings. It was one thing to have sex with Spencer be a long gone memory, but now that it was fresh, she couldn’t deny the urge…

“Morning.” The sound of Ben’s voice made Penny jump, turning and almost sloshing her coffee onto her hand. Spencer was more collected, standing straight and turning with a grin toward his son.

“Morning, Ben. Sleep okay?” He went back to the coffeemaker to prepare a cup for him.

“Uh, yeah.” Ben shuffled into the kitchen, his hair a mess, eyes bloodshot with dark bags under them. He didn’t look like he’d slept much at all.

Penny watched him, biting her lip, trying to gather back her wits. Usually, Ben was more cheery in the morning. But it looked as if he’d been tossing and turning. Something was off.

Does he know? Did he see anything? Hear something? Oh god. What if he did? Oh fuck.

Heart pounding, Penny put aside her coffee and slipped off her stool, quick stepping to Ben and giving him a warm good morning kiss on the lips, arms around his neck. “Morning, baby. Are you sure you slept okay? You look kinda rough.” She didn’t want to sound like she was fishing for answers, but fear was twisting her gut.

Ben put his arms around her waist, hesitating only a second before pulling her close and kissing her temple. “I’m fine. Just had some… vivid dreams.” He muttered into her hair.

Penny’s heart was hammering. Had Ben woken up and seen her? Heard her? Surely he’d say something if he had.

Spencer held out the mug of coffee he’d just filled to his son, and Ben took it, still holding onto Penny, almost possessively by how tightly he squeezed her when his dad came close.

“Did you sleep okay?” Ben asked, taking a drink and continuing to keep a tight grip on her waist.

It was actually sort of pleasant, feeling Ben hold her so tightly. He was a sweet guy, but fairly passive. The way he held her was very territorial, or at least it felt that way. Penny picked up her own coffee, snuggling into Ben’s chest, feeling his heartbeat. “Yeah. I slept really well.”

“Wore yourself out?” He asked quietly. Penny stiffened. “It was pretty hot, all that swimming…” he continued.

“Oh, yeah. I really wore myself out.” She repeated, unsure exactly what to say. The line she was walking was thin. Razor sharp. Honestly, it would probably be best if she simply pulled Ben aside and told him the truth. Confessed it all. If there was any hope of salvaging their relationship, of not letting it be a boat that ran aground and sank, she had to act sooner rather than later.

“So, you guys are leaving this afternoon, right?” Spencer was watching them intently, sipping from his mug slowly as if contemplating something‌.

“Yeah,” Ben answered, taking his own slow drink, meeting his father’s eyes.

Penny looked between them, feeling the tension. More than just father son tension. There was something unspoken in the air. A tense mystery that was making Ben stand stiff and Spencer watch like a tiger preparing to pounce. Or maybe she was reading too much into things. After all, she was the guilty party here. She’d cheated. Maybe all the tension was coming from her, from deep in her subconscious, screaming at her for sleeping with her boyfriend’s dad.

“Then you should get in one last swim before you go.” Spencer smiled, turning away and placing his empty mug in the sink. “I’ll grill us some steaks for lunch, and you two have a fun swim, a nice send off.”

Ben was quiet, staring at his dad and then down at Penny. “You wanna… go for a swim before we head out this afternoon?” He finally asked. But there was something in his expression that had Penny on edge.

“Um. I mean sure. It’d be nice.” She admitted. Maybe she could find her more conservative swimsuit this time.

“Great! Why don’t you two go ahead and get an early start. I’ll go into town and grab the steaks and be back in a bit, give you two some alone time.” The smirk Spence gave Penny had her stomach twisting in more ways than one.

…

Penny followed Ben back to their room, noticing how stiff his shoulders were. How quiet he was. Usually Penny knew what to do when Ben got into a mood, but considering what she’d done last night and what she was keeping from him even before that, was she really in a position to try to comfort him?

“You sure you slept okay?” She asked, closing the door behind them, watching as Ben went to the bathroom, searching for his swimsuit that he’d left to dry.

“Just had some… weird dreams.” He muttered, grabbing his suit.

“Oh?” Penny grabbed the golden bikini she’d let fall to the floor yesterday, still slightly damp. “What um… what sort of dreams?” She asked, starting to undress.

Ben was quiet for a moment as he pulled on his trunks. His eyes were downcast as he tied the strings at his waist. “I dreamed you were with someone else.”

Penny froze, her bikini top hanging off her breasts untied. “O…oh? Um… like I was out with one of my girlfriends…”

“Nah, you were fucking someone else. Loud and hard.” His voice was calm, casual, but his posture betrayed his anxiety.

“I…oh wow um, what do you think brought that on? You sure I wasn’t with you in the dream?” Her fingers trembled as she attempted to tie the top behind her back, glancing at Ben and then away again, afraid of her own expression.

“It was really vivid. And you’d never made sounds like that for me.” He turned away, looking at himself in the mirror. “You were with my dad in the dream.”

Penny bit hard on her lip, tasting blood. “Ben… I…” She had to confess. Keeping this a secret would kill them. It would ruin everything. It probably already had. There was no way Ben would propose to her now. No way he’d stay with her after having fucked his dad while he was asleep. What sort of person did that?

Tears pricked at the edges of her vision. She only had her suit top on as she turned, meeting Ben’s gaze. Naked otherwise, she felt so exposed, and not in a sexual way. Between her legs, her pussy was still tingly from Spencer’s pounding last night. Moist from his release. She almost expected to see a tattoo over her pussy declaring she was a cum receptacle for her boyfriend's dad.

Ben gave a weak smile. “It was just a dream, Penny. A weird one for sure. I mean…” He paused, his eyes roving over Penny’s body. “It was probably just my subconscious doing some twists and turns, ya know? I want my dad to like you. What better way of showing he likes you than fucking you right?” His laugh was stale, devoid of genuine mirth, but Penny could see how hard he was trying.

He knew. She knew he knew. There was no way he didn’t. Ben wouldn’t be acting like this if he didn’t at least suspect.

How could she make this right?

Ben’s words lingered as she watched him. What better way of showing he likes you than fucking you. Could she play into his excuse? Maybe give him the reassurance he needed?

She took a breath. “Well, if what you said about the dream is accurate, he must really like me if he could make me scream like that.” She grabbed her suit bottoms and stepped into them. “But it doesn’t really matter how loud I scream or whatever, you know that, right?”

Silence. Ben’s eyes watched her as she pulled the bottoms snuggly over her pussy and between her cheeks.

“Yeah,” he muttered. “I mean… you uh, you’re happy with me, right?” There was an edge to his voice.

God, this was all her fault. Making Ben feel inadequate. Sure, Spencer was bigger and had more experience and stamina, but she loved Ben. Being in bed with him was intimate and fun. Spencer was fun too, but differently. He was a giant water slide you wanted to shoot down a few times and scream your head off. Ben was the lazy river, enjoying the view, the slow steady pace, the pleasure spaced out and continual. There wasn’t a comparison. But she knew boys didn’t see it that way. And if you tried to explain it, they just never really got it.

She took a step towards Ben and wrapped her arms around his waist. “Need me to show you how happy I am with you?”

Ben blinked. “Oh?”

Penny grinned and grabbed his hand. “Come with me.”

…

Spencer had already left to get the food, so the house was empty. It was just Penny and Ben, alone next to the pool. Overhead, thick clouds obscured the rising sun, making the already warm morning a bit cooler thanks to the shade.

Penny gently shoved Ben down on to one of the lounge chairs next to the pool. He watched as she grabbed a bottle of suntan oil and, without any hesitation, undid her top and tossed it aside.

“Penny! What if my dad…”

“He said he wouldn’t be back for a while. That we had some alone time. So just sit back and let me show you how much I love you.” She gave him a wink, stood straight and began pouring the oil over her beautiful tits, letting it glide and drip all over the soft curves. It beaded on her nipples and dripped off like dew in the early morning. It ran a trail down her stomach, staining her suit bottoms and making them semi transparent as the oil soaked through the thin material and clung to her pussy.

“Fuck,” Ben muttered, watching his beautiful girlfriend glisten and shin in the early morning.

“You like?” She giggled, beginning to rub the oil into her skin, cupping her tits and bouncing them so the oil slid and sloshed over her globes with little splashes.

Sufficiently oiled, Penny bent down, letting her tits sway and drip as she pulled Ben’s trunks down, letting his erection bounce free. She licked her lips and didn’t hesitate to take his length in hand, bringing her lips to his precum slick head and giving it a firm, loving kiss.

“Ohhh fuck.” Ben lay back with a groan.

“Mmmm that’s right, I wanna hear you. Tell me how much you love my mouth.” Penny slid her lips over the helmet of his cock, swallowing it easily. His father’s cock was harder to take, and there was definitely some pleasure in having to struggle and stretch and drool, but Ben’s was just the right size to slide into her mouth and down her throat.

She stood next to him, bent at the waist, hand on his balls slick with oil and her other on the root of his shaft, sucking up and down with eager wet sucks. Her lips dragged over him, her cheeks hollow and sucking like a vacuum, so his skin became taut inside her mouth. The suction milking his glands, precum pumping onto her tongue as she swirled it around the tip.

“F…fu…fuck Penny…oh god baby…” Ben shut his eyes and reached up, grabbing one of her dangling tits, massaging it in his palm as she sucked his dick in the warm morning light next to the pool.

They were so engaged that they didn’t notice Spencer step out the house. He didn’t bother with any swim trunks. Once he’d seen Penny sucking his son’s cock, there was no need for pretense. He’d planned on giving them some extra time together, maybe for Penny to talk to him and clear the air about what had happened last night. From Ben’s demeanor that morning, Spencer suspected that his son knew that something had happened. Maybe not the full story, but the tension had been so thick it was impossible to ignore.

He’d driven away to give them some space. The steaks were already in the fridge. There was no need to get more. He’d driven around for about twenty minutes and then come back, only to discover his son and girlfriend out beside the pool. He’d thought they’d be arguing. Maybe some crying and shouting. He wanted to come back and add his voice to the conversation, but from what he could see from the back door, there was no conversation.

All he saw was Penny’s glistening ass dripping with oil and split by the golden bikini. Her tits were swaying and her mouth was swallowing his son’s cock. He knew exactly how that felt and wasn’t about to stop the pretty girl from giving his son such pleasure.

But he also wasn’t going to stand and watch. That wasn’t Spencer’s style. And after having gotten to taste Penny again, to experience that pussy raw, there was no way he was passing up this opportunity. It might ruin things. This all might blow up in his face. But life was a gamble, and he was too old to pull back or hesitate.

Let the dice roll. Let them fall. Deal with the consequences after.

Penny stiffened when Spencer came behind her, hands kneading her ass cheeks as she bobbed up and down on Ben’s cock. She glanced back at him, his eyes predatory and smile sly as he gave her ass a firm slap, causing her to jolt forward and gag herself on the cock in her mouth.

Spencer didn’t waste time or even pretend like this was some sort of misunderstanding, He pushed Penny’s legs wider with his feet, hand on her lower back making her arch, ass out towards him and forcing her to keep her mouth on Ben’s cock. With a thick, calloused finger, Spencer pulled the bikini string from between her ass cheeks and pushed it aside. Her slick, oiled asshole and pussy mound came into clear view.

His meaty cock already erect, Spencer positioned himself behind Penny, dragging his head through her slick folds, watching them part and glisten, sliding over his erection before nestling into the tight hole of her vagina.

Penny moaned at the familiar feeling. The thickness of Spencer’s tip, pushing, making the ring of muscle stretch. She lips sucked against Ben’s shaft harder, teeth grazing him as her throat constricted in a deep groan.

Ben’s eyes fluttered open, lost in the pleasure of his girlfriend's mouth. The sight that met him made his brain short circuit. His father was standing behind Penny, naked. His barrel chest, with its coarse hair glistening with sweat from the early morning heat. Penny was bent forward, her mouth moving eagerly over Ben’s erection while behind her, though Ben couldn’t see, Spencer’s cock was slowly sliding into her moist tunnel.

Ben stopped breathing. He saw the ecstasy on Penny’s face as his father sank into her depths. Her hands were all over Ben’s cock, stroking and caressing. Her mouth never missing a beat as she swallowed him over and over, tongue lashing out like a serpent. The moans she emitted were for the stretch her pussy was getting, but also for the cock deep in her throat.

Spencer groaned, hands on Penny’s hips, holding her steady as he watched his cock slid into her juicy pussy. Inch by inch. Going steady and slow until his balls slapped against her oiled clit with a wet splash.

Penny popped off of Ben’s cock for only a second. “Oh, God!” she gasped, then plunged her mouth back down onto Ben’s cock, causing him to buck his hips and groan right along with her.

Ben’s dad began to thrust, hips snapping against Penny’s lubed ass with wet squelches. Her pussy sucked him in. Squeezed. Gripped him and let him slide inside, deep and rhythmic. Tit’s swaying, being lurched forward with every deep penetrating thrust, Penny lost herself in pleasure. Taboo and dangerous.

Ben was helpless, unable to protest. Watching as his father towered behind his girlfriend and fucked her raw, making her cry out while his cock was in her mouth.

When their eyes finally met, there was an air of authority to Spencer’s gaze that made Ben’s jaw clench. His dad was intimidating even in the best of situations, but this was like he was staking claim over something no one would dare dispute.

“You’ve got…mmm… a good woman here, son.” Spencer grunted, his cock slamming deep into her pussy over and over, one hand on her hip and the other pressing against her back, keeping her stable. “Don’t let her…mmmmfuck…don’t let her get away.”

Penny was crying out as her orgasm came close, her lips and tongue chaotically pleasuring Ben’s cock, making his balls tighten in his own oncoming urge to cum.

Spencer snapped his hips forward, ramming his cock deep and dragging the head along Penny’s bundle of nerves. She screamed, her orgasm smashing into her and making her pull her mouth away from Ben’s cock, her fist gripping him, pumping his shaft hard as she gasped. She pressed her face against Ben’s balls and thigh, gasping for air as Spencer fucked her through the raging orgasm flooding her system.

“Oh god! Oh fucking god! Ohhhhhh!” She cried out, her lips and nose rubbing against Ben’s already sensitive cock, bringing him over the edge with her.

“Ohhhhshit!” Ben gasped, erupting in Penny’s hand, gushing thick cum that splashed over her hand and cheek, against her neck and dripped down his shaft all over her fingers as she pumped him through the spasming ejaculations.

Spencer watched. The bliss on Penny’s face as she came. How she kept a tight grip on Ben’s penis, lips and tongue licking up the cream when it came close in an almost tender ‌display of desire. His son bucked his hips, groaning from the depths of his chest as he came along with his girlfriend. 

Speeding up, Spencer gripped Penny’s hips hard and began to relentlessly pound. Her ass shaking and jiggling as his hips slapping into them. She cried out and arched, pushing her ass back into him as he chased his own orgasm. His grunts deepened, and he fucked the young woman deep, his cock pistoning and making her lips clinging and grip until finally he thrust firmly and let his seed loose.

Cum shot deep into Penny’s pussy as she whimpered, her face slick with sweat and cum, Ben’s penis shrinking and laying across her face as she cried out in pleasure.

Shot after shot of thick warmth filled Penny, dripping out around her gripping lips onto the ground. Spencer kept himself buried inside her, injecting his cream until finally he was empty and pulled out. Penny’s pussy gaped, cum gushing out in a stream of thick, glistening white. She fell forward, collapsing on top of Ben, her arms wrapping around his waist, pushing her face against his limp cock.

The three of them panted, catching their breath and calming their pounding hearts. Spencer stood tall, watching his son and his girlfriend laying together on the lounger, clinging to each other. Penny’s pussy trickled cum down her thigh. Ben’s penis smeared drops of cum against Penny’s cheek. Their eyes were closed, taking in what had just happened but unable to open and believe.

“I’ll get those steaks ready.” Spencer said, glancing at his watch, the only things he was still wearing. It was early afternoon, but none of them had had any breakfast, so an early lunch seemed like a good idea.

As quickly as the debauchery had taken place, it ended, sliding back into mundane normalcy. Spencer left the couple to rest and strutted back inside.

…

Penny pressed herself against Ben as they relaxed against the far wall of the pool. Her breasts, still bare, bobbed gently in the cool water. Ben kept a possessive arm around Penny’s shoulders as she leaned into him, her side boob rubbing against his chest. Both of their hearts were still pounding, minds racing as they relaxed, listening to the distant sizzle of steaks on the grill.

Back on the patio, Spencer was busy in front of the grill, tending to the steaks and other sides he’d brought: corn and asparagus. He was still nude, his cock dangling between his hard legs. Penny caught glimpses of the member, the memory still fresh and her pussy still tender.

After they’d caught their breath, Penny had pulled Ben away from the lounge chair and into the water, swimming with him to the other side so they could have some relative privacy.

Not a single part of her had ever expected what happened. Spencer was profoundly bold in his actions, taking her raw in front of his son, her boyfriend, while she gave him a blow job. It was supposed to be a tender, intimate moment between her and Ben, but now it was… something else.

She could still feel Spencer’s cum inside her, held inside by her swim bottoms that she’d hastily put back in place before running into the pool. Ben had been quiet the whole time. Keeping close to Penny, but not meeting her eyes.

“Ben…” she whispered, cheek pressed against him, head tucked against his neck. “I…”

“You fucked him last night. Didn’t you.” It was more a statement than a question.

Penny closed her eyes and held Ben tighter. “Yes.” There was no point in trying to hide anything. Not after what had happened.

“I…just don’t understand…why?” Ben’s voice was strained.

With a deep breath, Penny told him everything. About spring break before they’d met. How she’d met an older man and spent the week fucking him. She’d never known his name. Nothing about him at all. That had been the only time she’d met him until they’d pulled into the driveway the other day and Spencer had walked out to introduce himself.

“So… the universe just has a sick sense of humor?” Ben muttered. “Not that you’re sick, Penny. I… I can’t really blame you for doing something like that before we met. And you obviously didn’t know it was my dad. But… last night…”

Penny shivered. How could she possibly explain? Was there even a decent enough excuse?

“Do you love me?” It came out as a whisper so defeated that Penny pulled back and grabbed Ben’s cheeks.

“Yes! Ben, yes! I love you so much. I’m so sorry I… I know that’ll never be enough… But I swear, I love you with all my heart.”

They rested their foreheads against each other and were silent for a long while. Holding each other close. Processing what had happened as best they could without words.

Ben glanced back to the other side of the pool, meeting his father’s steady gaze.

Don’t let her get away. Spencer mouthed the words, giving his son a nod and then moving back to tend to the food.

Ben returned his gaze to the woman in his arms. The woman he was planning to marry. This weekend was supposed to be the last step before he proposed. To make sure his father approved.

What better show of a proval than your father fucking the shit out of your bride to be? It seemed twisted and sort of sick. He’d never imagined anything like this in his perverted fantasies. Sure, he’d dreamed about Penny fucking other men. Of having threesomes and all the other combinations. But never with his father.

But what could be safer, really? He knew his dad. Knew that his dad wasn’t going to be chasing after Penny. Hell, he lived hours away. At best… if this became some sort of…thing, then it wouldn’t happen unless they visited. Would that be so bad?

Ben couldn’t deny that what had happened was hot. He’d cum so hard. The sound of Penny’s moans and the slap of his dad’s balls and cock thrusting into her had been intense. A twisting, sort of shameful arousal that he couldn’t name and would probably have to look into. But it had been hot. Intense. Fun.

Penny opened her eyes. “Someone’s getting excited.” She pressed her hips to his, trapping his growing erecting between his waist and her suit covered mound.

He didn’t respond, cheeks red and looking away as if he were a teenager looking at porn.

“Ben…” she whispered, hands moving down, under the water and cupping her palm against his erection. “It’s okay…did…was it exciting…”

“Fuck.” Ben grit his teeth, not wanting to admit it.

She slid her hand into his trunks, gripping his hardon. “It’s okay.” She whispered, eyes on him, boring deep into his soul as she began to stroke him under the cool water.

“Mmm…mmmm fu…fuck Penny…”

Leaning in, she pressed her cheek to his, whispering in his ear. “Did you like seeing me fucked? Hard? Deep? Do you like knowing he came inside me?” His cock was pulsing and stiff in her hand. She started stroking faster as his breathing deepened.

“Penny… I…” He was trembling at the implications of her words. At what happened. What it might mean for their future.

“I love you.” She licked his ear. “Cum for me. Cum thinking about me getting fucked. Please, baby, let me know it’s okay. Let me know you still want me.”

Ben grabbed her ass, the surrounding water sloshing and splashing as he lifted her up, pulling her panties aside and quickly sinking his cock inside her. The water around them was cool, her pussy was moist and warm, still full of his own father’s cum. It disgusted and aroused him. It twisted his brain and his heart. But seeing Penny’s face, her mouth opening in a gasp and eyes fluttering in pleasure pushed it all away. She rode him hard and fast, and within a minute they came together. Ben shot his load into her, mixing with the other and some of it seeping out and floating up to the top, drifting around them in a slick, sticky mess.

“Fuck!” Penny groaned, clinging to him for more reasons than just her trembling orgasm. She squeezed her boyfriend tight, hoping desperately that what was happening wouldn’t ruin their potential future.

“Ready for round two?”

Penny looked up in surprise, seeing Spender standing at the edge of the pool over them, his erection throbbing and dark and waiting expectantly for Penny’s attention.