He Won't Pull Out of His Daughter's Sexy Friends: The Total Insemination Collection (He Won't Pull Out! Book 11)

by Amanda Clover

  "Did you bust your nut in her pussy?" asked Tamara, finally lowering the phone to look at him.

  "You know I did."

  He started up the Jeep.

  "You know she's only sixteen."

  Spencer blanched. Tamara burst out laughing.

  "You should see your face. I'm just joking. She's nineteen. God almighty. That look was hilarious."

  Spencer wasn't sure he liked Tamara's idea of a joke.

  They arrived at Spencer's old house in the evening. It was a lovely two-story colonial style that his ex wife, Jolene, now lived in with her techie husband. He had called ahead, so she was expecting them, but the look on her face was not exactly welcoming. As soon as they were in her house, the middle aged blonde with the big, fake tits pulled her ex-husband aside.

  "Why did you bring them here?" she demanded. "I can smell you all over them both. This isn't some harem house for you to store your spare teenagers. We're divorced, Spencer. I don't have to put up with this sh--"

  "Her boyfriend beat her," said Spencer quietly. "I have too much going on and my cabin is too small to put her up for a few days. If you really want her out, I'm going on vacation abroad in a week and you can send her out to my cabin then. When I get back I'll find a place for to go."

  "I'm sorry," said Jolene. "I didn't know. Maybe, once the fall semester starts she could stay with the girls at that house you're buying at Sandy State."

  Spencer raised an eyebrow. He hadn't told Jolene about the house he had given Maddy permission to pick out with her friends. It was going to be the campus's first sorority for pregnant students. A crisis he had caused in several of Maddy's friends and he had allowed, by irresponsible parenting, to happen to his daughter.

  Maddy's options had been limited by his budget and the house she had ultimately picked out was in terrible condition. He still hadn't closed, but with the fall semester fast approaching he would need to do an almost complete renovation on a two story house in the span of about a week. His only hope was that all the girls would pitch in. Adding another girl to the already cramped floor plan at the last minute would not be easy.

  "Maybe," Spencer conceded. "I'll see what I can do."

  "It's settled then," said Jolene. "She can stay as long as she needs to, with the understanding that she can't stay forever."

  "Agreed," said Spencer. "Is there, uh, any way I can catch a shower? I've been moving boxes all day..."

  "Is that what you call it?" giggled Jolene. "Use the master bedroom's shower. Upstairs on the left. I think I still have some of your old clothes. I'll put them on the bed outside the shower."

  Spencer watched Jolene go, admiring her ass in the summer dress she was wearing. Of course, his ex was just one more punched ticket on his recent rollercoaster ride of beautiful women. She had been begging for it the last time he was at her house. She flounced around in her bikini and ended up practically climbing on top of him. Not that he minded.

  He shook his head and left Jolene to entertain Tamara and Jacquelyn. The shower felt good after all the sweat and sex. His mind drifted to Gillian, the blond beauty and the one of Maddy's friends who seemed closest to an actual girlfriend. He hadn't made much time for her recently and, unlike Maddy and most of her friends, she wasn't going to Sandy State. Gillian was going to Berkley.

  That meant he would be seeing a lot less of Gillian in the near future, so he had planned a whole European vacation with her. She was starting to show her pregnancy, but not nearly as much as Tamara and Karen, who both looked almost ready to pop. If any girl had won his heart, and they all had in a way, it was Gillian who owned it. He just wondered if his relationship with her had any future beyond helping her with the baby.

  He sighed and turned off the shower and wrapped himself in a towel. A t-shirt, briefs, and jeans were stacked on the bed. They were all grungy old clothes, but they still fit Spencer's muscular frame. He dressed and padded quietly downstairs. He heard laughter as he approached the den.

  "Of course, having a huge cock helped me forget about a lot of the bad things he did," said Jolene. "He liked to make me have these threesomes..."

  She must have made some face, because the girls laughed as her voice trailed off.

  "Have either of you ever been with another woman?" asked Jolene.

  "No," said Jacquelyn.

  "Yes," confessed Tamara.

  "Let me guess, my ex husband was involved in that."

  "Ohhhhhh you know him!" laughed Tamara.

  "Well, there's nothing wrong with enjoying another woman. You just...oh, my, young lady. You seem to have sprung a leak."

  "Oh damn," Tamara gasped. "Yeah, they've been doing that lately. The sex talk must have triggered it. Do you have like a towel or something."

  "Do you need to pump?" asked Jolene.

  "Yeah, do you...hey...oh my god, Mrs. Mars, what are you doing?"

  "Shhhh, I can help you. Jacquelyn, why don't you help too?"

  Spencer could not believe what he was hearing. His cock stiffened as he crept closer to get a surreptitious look at what was happening in the den.

  "I can't do that," said Jacquelyn. "She's my cousin."

  "Oh, Mrs. Mars, you shouldn't...ooohhhhh..."

  He rounded the corner just as his ex-wife, kneeling on the floor between Tamara's knees, lifted the teen's engorged breast in one hand and lowered her mouth to Tamara's nipple. Jacquelyn watched it happen, an expression of something close to terror on her face as the busty white housewife began to lick Tamara's nipples and fondle her breasts.

  "This is crazy," moaned Tamara.

  Spencer noticed she wasn't offering any resistance. In fact, as his ex captured one of Tamara's milky nipples in her mouth and began to suck, Tamara's toes curled, she let out a sigh and pulled Jolene's head against her tits. Spencer's cock stiffened completely at the sight of his ex with milk dripping down her chin as she sucked at the pregnant teen's tits.

  Jolene popped her lips from Tamara's breasts and beckoned Jacquelyn over.

  "This is too weird for me," she said, shuffling away on the couch.

  Spencer's ex wasn't taking that for an answer. She crawled on hands and knees, her lower lip jutting out as she held some of Tamara's milk in her mouth. She caught up to Jacquelyn, prowling up her legs onto the couch and sliding up her body like some sort of predator. She grabbed Jacquelyn's reluctant hands and pinned them to the back of the couch.

  "Don't do this," whispered Jacquelyn.

  Jolene lowered her saline-enhanced lips to Jacquelyn's mouth. Even from his vantage point, Spencer could see the tension drain out of Jacquelyn. Her shoulders relaxed and she slumped back, yielding to his ex-wife's passionate kiss. Her eyes closed and her lips opened and the two women shared Tamara's milk in the hot chamber of their shared mouths.

  Tamara crawled over the couch to them, her breasts dangling free and white milk rolling from her swollen nipples down the plump curves of her tits. She reached her cousin and Spencer's ex and smiled as she brought her mouth into the fray. For a few glorious seconds, the three women shared a three-way, tongue-tangling kiss. It was something Spencer had never seen before and it gave him the push he needed to join the fray.

  "What's going on in here?" he asked.

  "Mmmmmm," Jolene pulled her lips away from the two teens. "Just entertaining your, um, friends, Spencer. Is there a problem?"

  "Yeah, there's a pretty big fucking problem," he said as he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans.

  The women all laughed as his big, hard cock bounced free of confinement. He even merited an "ohmygawd" from Jacquelyn as she wiped some stray milk from her lips.

  "What do you say, girls?" asked Jolene, looking at Tamara and Jacquelyn. "Room for one more?"

  They were all smiles and reaching hands as they crawled over to him on their knees. Jolene reached him first and her hand worked up and down his shaft as she ducked her head down to his thighs and began to tongue his balls. Tamara and Jacquelyn took up on either side of her. Tamara squeezed her
breasts and squirted her warm cream onto the length of his petrified prick. Jacquelyn giggled at that and then ran her tongue up his shaft like it was a piece of candy. When she reached his swollen tip it disappeared into her hot mouth.

  "That's more like it," groaned Spencer, reaching down to hug both teens as his ex-wife sucked on his balls.

  Jacquelyn's full lips and eager mouth caressed his length. While she blew him, her cousin helped her out of her crop top. His ex, rising and demanding her turn with her mouth on his cock, peeled down her summer dress form her shoulders and took off her bra, exposing her big, golden tanned tits, hard with implants and permanently stiff nipples. He didn't mind the pneumatic look of his ex. Particularly when she slid his cock out of her mouth and squeezed it between those big mounds.

  "Squirt some onto my tits, honey," she said to Tamara.

  The teen complied, spraying out twin streams of her milk that splattered Jolene's breasts and formed a white stream between them. The warm milk lubed her stroking tits as she bounced them on Spencer's cock. Jacquelyn, meanwhile, had shed her shorts and was playing with her pussy. In all the overheated sex, Spencer could still pick up the distinctive scent of his cum still stewing in the teen's slit.

  "Oh, you've been a bad girl," said Jolene, obviously picking up the same aroma. "Tamara, why don't you take over with my ex here. Wrap those nice, soft lips around him while I have a taste of your lovely cousin."

  "Sure thing, Mrs. M," laughed Tamara as she took over with Spencer, guiding his cock between her milky tits and licking at the tip that bounced from between them.

  While he was getting one of Tamara's expert blowjobs, Spencer's ex was hard at work with Jacquelyn on the nearby couch. She tossed aside Jacquelyn's panties and pulled the teen's legs over her shoulders.

  "I've never done this before," said Jacquelyn. "With a girl, I mean."

  Jolene got a curious smile on her face and replied, "I'm not a girl, I'm a woman."

  She buried her face between Jacquelyn's thighs and Spencer could hear the wetness of his ex's tongue on Jacquelyn's teenage slit. Jacquelyn arched her back and thrust herself against Jolene's face. She held her heaving breasts with both hands as if they might escape from her chest as she rocked her hips against Jolene's face.

  "Oh, Mrs. Mars," cried Jacquelyn. "That...with your tongue...that's so good."

  Tamara released Spencer's cock from between her tits. She gripped him with her hand and dropped her mouth over his cock for a few hard, cheek-hollowing sucks. He groaned, nearly shooting into her mouth.

  "You going to cum?" she murmured.

  "This is so hot, I'm pretty fucking close," he admitted.

  Tamara released his cock and stood up. She leaned her lips close to his ear.

  "I want you to cum in Mrs. Mars," she whispered. "Cum deep in her pussy. Because I'm going to lick it out of her."

  Spencer's eyes widened at the teen's raunchy suggestion. He cocked an eyebrow and asked her, "Are you sure?"

  "Don't ask me that. Go over there and bust your nut. You leave the rest to me."

  Jolene was obviously enjoying herself, moaning and licking Jacquelyn's pink slit. She lifted her head in surprise when she felt Spencer's cock at the entrance to her pussy. He stroked her big ass and teased against the wetness of her velvet.

  "Are you going to fuck me, or just play around back there?" teased Jolene.

  "I'm going to give you this big load," promised Spencer and he slid his cock into his ex-wife's hot tunnel. He buried it in her, to the hilt, his balls pressed against her clit and his cock prodding the soft wall of her cervix. She let out a groan that she muffled herself between Jacquelyn's squirming thighs.

  Spencer stole a glance away from his wife licking Jacquelyn to watch his wife's big ass bouncing and her pussy swallowing up his cock. Each stroke of his big dick made the wrinkle of her asshole stretch and flex. He powered into her, fucking faster as he felt his pleasure rising. Tamara joined him, her milky tits against his back. She leaned over his shoulder to watch him fucking into Jolene.

  "That's fucking hot," she whispered, nibbling at his ear. "Look at her take that big dick. Look at how she loves to lick slit."

  "You keep talking like that, you're going to make me cum," said Spencer.

  "That's the idea," she said and sucked on his earlobe. "Feed that pussy your big load."

  Jolene's pussy suddenly clamped down tight around him, nearly stopping his strokes. He knew she was cumming and powered through it. Jolene's orgasm squeals were muffled in Jacquelyn's pussy. Jacquelyn was wailing and thrusting against Jolene's face. It was all too much for Spencer. He joined their chain of pleasure and unloaded into his ex-wife's shuddering cunt. Spurt after spurt, milked out by Jolene's tightly clenching pussy. He leaned his head to the side and kissed Tamara. Their mouths opened and he shared his pleasure with her until he had to take a gasping breath.

  "Mmmmmmmm let me see that creamy pussy," said Tamara.

  Jolene raised her ass up high, head still down in Jacquelyn's pussy, and ass Spencer back his cock out of her creamed twat, his cum began to drool out form between her swollen velvet lips. Tamara quickly took his place behind Jolene. The pregnant teen stroked his ex's big ass before dropping down to her knees behind it and driving her tongue straight into the creampie mess of Jolene's pussy.

  "Ohhhh fuck, what are you doing?" cried Jolene. She lifted her head to have a look. Seeing Tamara lapping at the cream dripping out, Jolene moaned and returned to licking at Jacquelyn.

  Spencer stood back, his cock growing flaccid and then, with the help of the raunchy visual of Tamara slurping and licking his load from his ex-wife's pussy, he began to grow hard again. The three women traded off, with Jolene rolling onto her back and the two black teens attacking her big tits. Their hands shared her pussy. Jolene wanted more and she hugged them and pushed their lips together, watching with relish as the cousins kissed deeply and passionately.

  "I don't think you're supposed to do that," said Spencer.

  "Quiet," snapped Jolene. "Jacquelyn, I think you should have a taste...of your cousin's sweetness."

  Jolene stroked Tamara's thighs apart. Tamara looked at her cousin, her eyes heavy with lust, and leaned back with her legs wide apart. Spencer's eyes bulged as he watched it all unfold. They crossed several lines and his ex was an eager coach for the two girls.

  He would never forget the three of them, lined up with their asses raised, alternating dark and light. He lubed them with spit and probed them with his fingers before moving from girl to girl, plunging his cock balls deep into their tight asses. When he was ready to cum, he decided to pull out for once and he painted the roundness of their cheeks and their sweat-slick valleys with his cum.

  He left with Tamara, promising to stop by in a couple days as Jacquelyn and Jolene both assured him they would be fine. He didn't doubt that Jacquelyn would be having plenty of fun with his ex. He wondered if she would share the teen with her new husband. Probably, but he wasn't really in a position to complain.

  He dropped Tamara at home and headed out to the cabin. Gillian was waiting for him, naked and stretched out on her tummy on the fur by the fireplace. Blond-white hair down her back, breasts growing along with her belly, her nipples almost the same color as the surrounding flesh of her breasts. Her eyes and smile told him that she had been smoking his hidden stash of weed.

  "You really shouldn't with the baby," he scolded.

  "I don't drink, I don't smoke," she said. "I figure getting high a couple times couldn't help."

  She kissed him and then pulled back, wrinkling her nose.

  "You reek like sex," she said.

  "Tamara," he kissed her again, "and her cousin."

  "Both. At the same time?"

  "Yeah, well," he scratched the back of his neck. "It was out of my control."

  "I'll bet," said Gillian, rolling onto her back and showing him the golden furred mound of her pussy.

  He put his hand on her belly. She was a few weeks short of Ta
mara's pregnancy and her belly was still modest. Although Gillian whined about it a lot.

  "Your stuff isn't packed," she said. "We leave in two days. I thought I would come over and help you get ready."

  "I'm almost three times your age, I think I can handle packing a suitcase."

  She slid her fingers into his hairline.

  "You're an old man. I thought maybe you could use some help." She snapped her fingers. "Oh, and Bryce and Maddy were here earlier. Bryce is going to help with some prep work at that house you bought for the girls going to Sandy State."

  "Have you thought anymore about that?" he ventured.

  Gillian looked away from him.

  "My parents aren't going to let me do that."

  He didn't want to pressure her to go to Sandy State. She knew as well as he did that if she went off to Berkley their relationship was probably over.

  "I'm sorry," he said, kissing her and stroking her soft breast. "Let's just talk about the trip."

  "Paris, Germany and Spain," she sighed. "All in six days. I hope I can catch my breath."

  "Spain first," he said. "I want to say hi to Bianca. And her mother."

  "I'll bet you do!" squealed Gillian as he began to kiss his way down her belly towards her pussy. "Oh, no you don't. You go take a shower if you want to get with me."

  "I can smell how turned on you are," he said, inhaling the sweet musk of her pussy.

  "And I can smell ten layers of sex on you!" she laughed, pushing him away. "Go! Wash your cock. Then maybe I'll put it in my mouth."

  "Promise?" he said, getting to his feet.

  "No," she said. "Not until you've made me cum with your tongue. Twice."

  "I always look forward to a challenge," said Spencer, undressing as he walked to the shower.

  Gillian's smile faded as Spencer left the room. She took a deep breath, rested her hands on her growing belly, and fought the urge to cry.

  Chapter Eight

  The golden curve of La Concha Beach was turning crimson with the setting sun. Many of the beachgoers had already packed up as the afternoon's heat had dissipated. Spencer Mars was sitting up on his elbows, sweating lingering on his hairy chest as he watched the surf lap at the edge of the sand. Beside him, fair haired Gillian was stretched out on her back, her hands folded over the modest bump of her pregnant belly. Her usually pale skin finally a golden tan from their three days on the beaches of Spain.