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

  Spencer's teenage lover was showing the least of all of his daughter's friends. Girls he had knocked up one by one, unable to resist his urges enough to even pull out or wear a condom.

  "Are Bianca and her mom still going out with us tonight?" asked Gillian, her blue eyes hidden behind her sunglasses.

  "Sofia and Bianca? Yeah, I think they're going to stop by the hotel in about an hour. Do you want to head back?"

  Gillian sat up and pushed her sunglasses up on her forehead.

  "What are we doing here, Mr. Mars?" She smoothed a lock of her blond hair behind her ear. "Why did you bring me all the way to Spain to dump me?"

  "Dump you? I think you have it all wrong."

  "You know I'm going to Berkley and your daughter and just about everyone else is going to be heading to Sandy State to live in that house you've been working on."

  Spencer had helped his daughter, Maddy, buy an old house off campus and he had been working tirelessly to get it ready for the fall semester in just a few days. The trip to Spain was his one break from carpentry and plumbing in the final weeks of summer.

  "I wanted you to come with me because I care about you and," Spencer took off his own sunglasses, "because I wanted to ask you to reconsider Berkley."

  "Mr. Mars...Spencer...my parents want me to go there. I know the baby is coming in a few months, but I will figure things out and..."

  She rested her hands on the bump of her belly.

  "And I've thought about it. A lot. I would love to be with Maddy and all the others. I would love to be able to spend time with you and I...just..."

  Spencer reached a hand up and cupped Gillian's cheek. He bent his face down to her and planted a gentle kiss on her lips.

  "Think about it a little more," he said. "That's all I ask. Whatever you decide, tell me when we get back to America and I'll accept your answer. Okay?"

  She pursed her lips and nodded.

  "Now, we'd better get back to the hotel before Sofia and Bianca."

  He stood up and helped her to her feet. Her lovely golden breasts jiggled. They were clearly growing larger with her pregnancy and he nipples, thickening slightly, stuck out beneath the red of her bikini top. Her bottom was still lusciously round and firm. A little sand gave him an excuse to brush her cheeks.

  Back at the hotel, more of a partitioned villa overlooking the beach, Gillian headed into the shower, dropping the pieces of her bathing suit as she crossed to the tiled bathroom. His cock stiffened at a flash of the white triangle of tan lines on her ass.

  Spencer wanted to join her, but he decided to keep his cock dry for what he expected to be a wild night. The last time he had seen Bianca and her mother the three of them had engaged in a long, taboo-breaking threesome. He hoped to repeat that and more with Gillian along to enjoy it with him. He knew from experience that she had a Sapphic side and was more than willing to join in a bit of girl on girl fun.

  Gillian was still in the shower when there was a knock at the door. No peephole on the doors of this old villa. Spencer's pulse quickened as he opened the door.

  Sweet, doe-eyed Bianca was a teenage dream in a simple, short summer dress that clung to her supple body and invited his eyes to her pert breasts, her hips and the flatness of her stomach. Her mother was dressed for the beach, a sarong wrapped around her wider hips and a black bikini top cradling her plump breasts. Sofia wore her hair back, elegantly plaited and woven into a French braid down the back of her long neck, while her daughter wore her lustrous black naturally past her slender shoulders.

  "Well hello," said Spencer. "My two favorite beauties in all of Europe. Please, come in."

  They stepped into the room smelling like flowers and sunshine and coconut lotion. Sofia cocked the ear at the sound of the shower still running.

  "Gillian is still getting ready," explained Spencer. "I told her we could go out dancing with--"

  Bianca's sudden embrace caught Spencer by surprise. The beautiful teen threw her arms around his neck and pressed her full lips against his. Caught mid-sentence, the devilish snake of her tongue easily pushed into his mouth. For a moment, Spencer stood in wide-eyed shock as the teen kissed him. He laughed against her lips and wrapped an arm around Bianca's slender waist, pulling her body tightly against him. His tongue pressed back, driving into her mouth in reply, tasting the lingering sweetness of a mint.

  A hand slid between them and found Spencer's hardness, straining inside his summer trousers, pressing against Bianca's thigh. That hand squeezed him. Fingers traced the outline of his cock against his leg. He lifted his lips from Bianca and turned to her mother, Sofia, who stood beside them, a gleam in her eye and her hand massaging his cock through his pants.

  "Don't forget about me," she said and bit the glossy pink candy of her lower lip.

  Spencer grinned. He kept one arm wrapped around Bianca's waist and pivoted his body. He caught Sofia in his other arm and pulled her into a kiss every bit as passionate, hungry and wet as the one he had shared with Bianca. Sofia's breasts crushed against his chest. He grip on his straining cock sent a thrill of pleasure through his body as their tongues danced in the torrid confines of their shared mouths.

  The shower shut off and the curtain clattered in the bathroom. Spencer pulled away. Sofia wiped the pink lipstick smeared around his mouth.

  "Good to see you both," said Spencer, stepping away from them. "What, uh, would you like some wine?"

  Mother and daughter exchanged a knowing glance and chorused, "No thank you."

  They sat and waited for Gillian to finish getting ready. Spencer tried to keep his eyes off the two women he badly wanted to throw onto the bed and fuck senseless. He also tried to will his cock to stop trying to burrow a hole in his trousers. It wasn't working.

  After a seeming eternity, Gillian emerged from the bathroom, a platinum blonde vision in a clinging red club dress. Her shapely thighs were on display and there was no doubt, even compared to Sofia, that Gillian had the finest breasts on display. She wore an oversized retro belt around her midriff that Spencer knew was expertly hiding her baby bump. She completed the clubbing look with some wildly exotic red eye shadow, eyeliner that darkened her blue eyes and a frosty red shade of lipstick. Spencer thought, as was often the case with Gillian, that she looked like a Victoria's Secret model.

  "Oh my god!" cried Bianca, springing to her feet at the sight of her old friend. "You look so hot! Gillian! You're a knockout!"

  "You're a regular Spanish fox," replied Gillian. "Do you have those? You definitely have those."

  The two girls squealed and embraced, their grade school friendship instantly rekindled, but their childlike enthusiasm a bit strange when both girls looked dead sexy in their outfits. Spencer glanced at Sofia. She was a fair bit younger than Spencer, but she knew what he was feeling and gave him a sympathetic wink.

  After hugs all around and a little chat, Spencer and the women climbed into his rented car and they set off for a light tapas dinner followed by dancing at a club called Frente. The Spanish summer was hot and dry, the club packed with beautiful people, many of them dressed down to bathing suits or even lingerie. Spencer was definitely the oldest man not related to the owner, but he dressed young and had three beautiful women with him. There was no keeping him out of the club. His money bought their way into a VIP booth, although he was the only one drinking the expensive champagne.

  Gillian sat on his lap as Bianca and Sofia stepped out onto the dance floor to show their moves with a couple of lucky men. They moved with sensual practice. Bianca was more adventurous with her body, rubbing and grinding her firm bottom against her partner, while Sofia dominated him with intense eye contact and playful hands. Colored lights swept over their bodies. They seemed to make love to their partners on the dance floor, mother and daughter stealing the occasional glance in the direction of Spencer and Gillian.

  Gillian leaned her head against Spencer's shoulder.

  "They're really hot," she spoke into his ear to be heard over the poundin
g house music. "Have you fuck both of them?"

  "Do you really need to ask?"

  She smiled. There was no jealousy in her, not about sex, but he could sense a bit of a sting that he hadn't explicitly told her he had slept with Bianca and her mother.

  "Do you want them?" She asked, her lips brushing his ear.

  He stared out at the dance floor. Bianca caught his eye, her soft lips curled into a smile, her teenage body moving to the music and her hips pushing her ass back against the man behind her.

  "I want it all," said Spencer. "I always do."

  "Some nights," said Gillian, "you can even have it all."

  She strokes him with the look in her blue eyes as she alighted from his lap. She swung her hips to devastating effect and joined mother and daughter on the dance floor. A man was behind her in moments. Cradling her and grinding against her. Gillian never took her eyes off Spencer.

  Eventually, he was called out to dance by all three women. His best moves dated back to the nineties, but he was still in shape and confident. He twirled Bianca, dipped Sofia, and swung Gillian in a techno tango that ended with a kiss. He was a hit, to be sure, but it was Bianca and Sofia who stole the spotlight.

  Mother and daughter put on what Spencer could only view as a performance. It bordered on an X-rating as they ground their bodies together, tossing their sweat-soaked hair and teasing savage kisses at each other. Bianca ran her hands over her mother's breasts. Sofia turned her daughter around, pulled up the back of her skirt to expose her satin thong, and spanked her daughters caramel cheeks to the delight of the men on the dance floor. When Bianca pouted out her lip, Sofia bet down and planted a kiss on her daughter's bottom.

  "Jesus Christ," muttered Spencer, adjusting his trousers against his stiff cock.

  By the time Spencer and his three dance partners were back in the car, the mood was light again. The girls were laughing and he was glad the night had cooled down to blow some fresh air over their sweat-damp clothes. Gillian slid her hand onto his leg and, as the street lights whizzed past, her hand moved to his cock. She massaged him to hardness through his trousers. Her blue eyes were heavy with the late night lust of the club.

  At the next traffic light, a soft moan from behind him drew his attention to the backseat. On the leather bench seat, Bianca was leaned back against the door, her legs parted so that her summer dress rode high on her thighs. Sofia was atop her with tender kisses exploring her daughter's long neck and elegant shoulder. Sofia caressed her daughter's face and pressing her sleek thigh against Bianca's panty-covered mound. Bianca's long eyelashes fluttered and she looked up at Spencer, as drunk on lust as Gillian.

  "The light is green," she murmured.

  Spencer could barely get back to the beachfront villa fast enough. The girls carried their shoes up the sandy staircase and into the Moroccan styled bedroom. Bianca and Sofia, giggling like girls of the same age, climbed onto the bed. Spencer gave them their space and sat down on an overstuffed chair. Gillian smoothed her dress and sat down on the chair's arm.

  "Aren't you going to join us?" wondered Sofia.

  "Oh, yes, Mr. Mars. Please," said Bianca.

  "You too, Gillian," said Sofia.

  "No," said Spencer. "Not yet. I want you to show Gillian just how much you love each other."

  "Show her?" wondered Bianca.

  But Sofia got it. She cupped her daughter's chin and turned her face. Mother leaned up to daughter and their lips met. It began as a soft, chaste kiss, but as it lingered, it intensified. Sofia's mouth opened. Her tongue slid between Bianca's lips.

  Bianca moaned and yielded and her mother hungrily mounted her lips with a deep, wet kiss. Whatever reluctance there was for a daughter kissing her mother melted away in those moments. When they finally separated, a glistening strand of saliva connected their lower lips. It caught in the soft bedroom light for a moment and then it was gone.

  "Oh my," murmured Gillian.

  "More," demanded Spencer.

  "What do you want us to do?" said Sofia, inviting Spencer's dirtiest thoughts.

  "Bianca," he said. "I want you to undress your mother."

  Bianca sat up and exchanged a glance with her mother. Sofia turned her back on her daughter and Bianca began to untie the back of her mother's bikini. Sofia's large breasts dropped a little as they were no longer supported in the sling of the bikini. Bianca pulled the black cups away and exposed her mother's perfectly golden breasts and thick, tan nipples.

  Sofia crawled onto her hands and knees, her breasts dangling so low the nipples brushed the blanket as she raised her bottom. Bianca untied the sarong and began to untie her mother's bikini bottoms. Bianca's big, dark eyes stared at Spencer across her mother's golden back. She pulled the bikini away and her mother was naked.

  Sofia rose upright on her knees, sliding her hand from her plump breasts, down her flat tummy, to the trimmed black strip of her mound. She touched herself and looked Spencer in the eyes, fiercely submissive, begging for him to command her.

  "Now you, Sofia. Undress your daughter."

  There was no permission exchanged this time. Bianca stood at the foot of the bed, facing Spencer and Gillian, as her mother, a few inches taller, stood behind her. Sofia slid the straps of the dress from her daughter's slender shoulders and began to peel it down exposing a white bra with a pattern of tiny pink hearts across the cups and a fringe of pink lace that just hid Bianca's areolas. Bianca instinctively brought up her arms and squeezed her pert breasts beneath them as she covered her chest.

  Sofia crouched, pulling the dress down below her daughter's waist, exposing Bianca's toned tummy, her hips and the low riding pink satin of her panties. Bianca's mound was clearly defined beneath the tight fabric. She shifted nervously as the dress fell down to her ankles and she stepped out of it.

  She seemed unusually embarrassed, considering Spencer had been with her and her mother at the same time when they visited America. He realized Bianca kept cutting her eyes towards Gillian. He glanced up at the teen seated on the arm of his chair and saw that her face was flushed, her nipples strained beneath her dress, and she was watching intensely.

  "What do you think?" Spencer asked, sliding an arm around Gillian's waist.

  "Hmmm? Oh, very beautiful."

  Spencer could not disagree with that as Sofia began removing her daughter's heart-dotted bra. The blushing teen covered her breasts with her hands, at least until her mother began sliding her thong underwear down to her ankles. Spencer saw a flash of her creamy pale mound, waxed hairless, before she covered her delicate flower with one hand and shifted the other arm to try to restrain her pert breasts.

  Sofia leaned her naked body against her daughter's back, hugging her arms across Bianca's chest and resting her chin on Bianca's shoulder. She looked at Spencer and asked, "What would you like to see now?"

  He wanted to tell them to crawl over and pleasure his cock. He wanted Bianca to sit that pretty little teen pussy on his face while her mother sucked his cock. He wanted them to bend over the bed, cheek to cheek, while he took turns plunging his cock in and out of their asses. But more than all that, Spencer wanted to see how far he could push the mother and daughter that had so brazenly kissed in the backseat of his rental car.

  Before he could reply, Gillian hopped up from the arm of the chair and slowly approached Bianca and Sofia. She had an intense gaze. It almost look cruel to Spencer.

  "Do you remember that time you told Bobby Turley that I was a lesbian?" asked Gillian.

  "What? That was...we were like twelve."

  "Yes, and I had a huge crush on Bobby Turley and you told him I was a dyke. That was the word you used." Gillian smoothed her dress. "And then you went out with Bobby. You and Bobby were together all through junior high."

  "Gillian," said Bianca. "You can't still hold that against me. You had like a million boyfriends over the--"

  "Bobby Turley was the first man I fell for. First boy, I guess. And you ruined that."

  "I'm sur
e my daughter is sorry," said Sofia.

  "Yeah, right, I am sorry," said Bianca.

  "What does a dyke do, Bianca?" asked Gillian.

  Bianca turned to me, still trying to cover her breasts and her little pussy.

  "Mr. Spencer, I don't--"

  "Answer her," I said sternly.

  "A dyke has sex with, um, sex with women."

  "If you want to make it up to me," said Gillian, walking around to Bianca's other side, "then prove that there's nothing wrong with being a dyke."

  Bianca laughed nervously.

  "Gilllian, I, I mean, you're hot. If you want me to, I'll go down on you."

  "That's cute. Maybe later, Bianca. Right now, I want you to show me just what a naughty, fucked up little dyke you are. I want you to get down on your knees, right here, and I want you to lick your mother's pussy."

  Spencer's cock surged at the suggestion of the taboo. He wanted to see it too, but he couldn't believe Bianca would go through with it. The beautiful teen hesitated. She was still covering herself and blushing. But to his surprise, it was Sofia who spoke up.

  "She's right," said the older woman. "Bianca, you need to make up for what you did and there's only one way to do it."

  Sofia say on the edge of the bed and spread her shapely thighs. Her fingers played in the trimmed fur of her pussy and she gazed form Spencer to her reluctant daughter. Gillian stepped behind Bianca. She pulled Bianca's hands down to her sides, revealing the teen's pert breasts.

  "O-okay," said Bianca. "Just a little."

  She dropped to her knees and her lips descended on her mother's thighs. There was tension hidden in Sofia as she watched her daughter kissing closer and closer to her cove. She shuddered and her big tits heaved. Gillian, standing beside them both, reached down and took hold up Bianca's hair.