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

  He Won't Pull Out!

  Of His Daughter's Sexy Friends

  The Total Insemination Collection

  by Amanda Clover

  @amandasmut

  This book and all its contents are copyright 2017 by Amanda Clover. All rights are reserved and no portions may be reproduced unless for the use of brief quotations for review purposes.

  All characters appearing in this story are over the age of 18. This is a work of parody and any resemblance to real people or situations is coincidental.

  Foreword

  He Won’t Pull Out! Of His Daughter’s Sexy Friends was one of the first long (10-installment) series of books that I wrote and covers two of my favorite topics: age gap erotica and impregnation erotica. They are both exciting topics and fun fantasies no matter which side of the equation you are on. I wanted to write this one from a male perspective so I made Spencer a total hunk, fresh out of a divorce, with an eye for his daughter’s (18+) young friends.

  As a teenage girl I think every group of friends has at least one dad among the group that we all lusted after. For me it was Adrianna’s dad, Roger. He was an ex-Marine and he flew helicopters for a power company. He was so hot in that silver fox sort of way that everyone in my circle of friends admitted to fantasizing about him at least once. I know I rode my pillow a couple times imagining I was on top of Roger with his big hands on my teenage ass and his thick Marine cock buried inside me.

  Probably the hottest part about Roger was that he watched Adrianna like a hawk and scared the shit out of all her boyfriends. The time he caught Adrianna giving head to her boyfriend and chased the guy down a hill with his pants around his ankles is legendary among my friends. I wanted to include that in Spencer’s story, but with the added twist that he gets turned on trying to police his daughter and winds up inflicting a sort of parental cuckolding on himself rather than intervening all the time.

  The star attraction of the story is the fantasy of a virile older man impregnating fertile and sexy teenage nymphs. Speaking from experience, men and women both can have and enjoy the idea of a good impregnation fantasy.

  I have personally played with boyfriends in the bedroom many times, pretending to be off my birth control, asking them to wear a condom that they then discard, or begging them to pull out as I wrap my legs tightly around them. I’ve had some incidents as well where I was a little riskier than I meant to be and had a couple scares. Thankfully, Plan B, (which is just birth control pills) makes this sort of thing a little less terrifying for women. But it is that very terror that makes the fantasy so hot.

  Probably the hottest time I did this with a man was also easily the riskiest. It was the summer between my second and third years at college and I had a friend, Mara, who had a free plane ticket to Europe. I couldn’t pass it up, so I went with Mara to Paris, Barcelona, and Rome. I had many wild adventures during the ten days we shared in Europe, including some steamy night with just me and Mara, but the hottest evening was at the Pincio Gardens in Rome.

  Mara had met a guy at a club the night before and I wanted to give them their space, so I set off on my own for lunch and rented a bicycle to ride up to Villa Borghese. I was riding my bike when I had a flat and skidded off the road. The man who stopped to help me was an older, handsome man with dark hair and olive complexion. He did not speak Italian and only a little English. I think he was Libyan or Turkish. He was very nicely dressed and was not shy at all, placing his hand on my hip as he helped me fix the tire and stroking my back when I stood up.

  I was wearing a crop top that showed off my tummy and high-waisted but very short shorts that were a little cheeky when I was on the bicycle. My hair was pulled back in a ponytail and I had these huge sunglasses I had bought at the airport after losing my good ones on the plane.

  This man never introduced himself to me, but after my bike was fixed he took my hand and he walked me into a secluded area shaded by trees. He barely said anything at all to me as he kissed me and put his hand into my shorts. His fingers were rough, a working man’s hands, and he was not shy about thrusting them into my slick pussy. He took my shorts down from my plump ass and turned me around against a time-worn column.

  I told him I wasn’t on birth control and I meant it, but he didn’t understand me or didn’t have a condom and didn’t care. His bare cock thrust into me from behind and I forgot all my good sense about protecting myself. He held my hair in one hand and tightly gripped my hip with the other as he thrust his cock hard and fast into my slick little pussy. He was not exceptionally long, but oh god was he thick, stretching my pink folds around his throbbing cock and rubbing inside me with the ridge of his fat cockhead.

  He took me hard and fast. I remember how beautiful it was that day with swans and some people in a gondola on the lake right in front of us. I had a great view of it while this stranger hammered my pussy with hard cock. He made me suck on his finger while he fucked me and then he worked that wet finger into my asshole. That was enough to send me over the edge. I came so hard on his thick cock that I felt like I was going to squeeze him right out of my wet pussy. He let go of my hair and held my ass with both his hands. He powered through my clenching cunt and rammed as deep as he could inside me.

  I was still cumming, still squeezing around his cock, when I heard him grunt and felt that hot gush of his cum deep into my pussy. I gasped in shock and I might have even tried to pull away from him. He held my ass tight as he filled me with his hot cum. His strokes sounded wet and nasty with cum dripping out of my pussy. He slowed down, but did not pull out and the rubbing was enough to trigger a memorable second orgasm for me. The raunchy feel of my pussy full of cum and squeezing his thick cock was incredible.

  “Grazie,” he said as he finally pulled his cock out.

  He smiled, zipped up, and walked calmly away from me like he had just helped me pick up dropped groceries or something. I felt his cum oozing out of my freshly-fucked pussy. Fear and excitement swirled in my mind. I pushed my fingers into my pussy as more of his slippery spunk spilled out of my cunt.

  Once I had recovered, I pulled on my panties and sat my squishy pussy on the bicycle seat. Riding back to the exit from the park felt like I was churning butter. It was so nasty when I got back to the hotel I threw my panties in the garbage and took a shower. But I fucked myself hard with my fingers in the shower and fantasized about how that stranger and had fucked me with barely a word and had unloaded deep inside me.

  For a couple days, I lived in fear. I was even a little late that month. But it came and I knew I had dodged a bullet. And in exchange for taking that risk, I had a fantasy that kept me going for years. I still sometimes masturbate thinking about that stranger in the park in Rome. I wonder if he thinks about me and maybe that he might have a child conceived with an American stranger he fucked and offered nothing but “thanks” as he walked away.

  I hope he does.

  XOXOXO

  Amanda Clover

  2017

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One - Spencer seduces his daughter's slender, half-Chinese friend Karen

  Chapter Two - A trip to the lake and a creamy hookup with his daughter's black friend Tamara

  Chapter Three - Spencer inseminates his daughter's blonde bombshell friend Gillian

  Chapter Four - Knocked up beauties Karen and Gillian share Spencer in a threesome

  Chapter Five - Spencer catches his daughter being a slut and comforts himself with bookish co
ed Katie

  Chapter Six - Spencer has a fling with visiting Spanish student Bianca and her equally hot mom Sofia

  Chapter Seven - Spencer helps Tamara and is rewarded by her hot cousin Jacquelyn

  Chapter Eight - Bianca and Sofia return to share Spencer with steamy results

  Chapter Nine - Spencer peeps on his daughter with a guy and hooks up with naughty virgin Joan

  Chapter Ten - A fiery foursome with Gillian, Katie, and Joan, plus a one-on-one with a hot female cop

  ALL NEW Epilogue - Spencer enjoys the benefits of so many milky young mothers at the sorority

  Chapter One

  Madeline was his little girl. She was eighteen, beautiful, and if a man touched her, Spencer Mars would put his fist through their head. Oh, she had boyfriends, but they knew to be afraid of Spencer. They knew to respect him and his daughter. After he introduced himself to the first couple dates she had, he didn't have any problems with boys.

  The thing about having a hot, popular teenage daughter, was that she had a lot of hot, popular teenage friends who liked to come over to the house. Spencer's wife might have landed the four bedroom condo downtown in the divorce, but he got two bedrooms and a hot tub out in the woods. He thought it was a pretty fair trade as he looked out the back window at Madeline and three gorgeous high school girls in bikinis soaking in the steaming water.

  He held the beer bottle up to his lips and watched them laughing and splashing one another in the churning hot tub. It had taken him some effort, but he had memorized their names. Karen was the half-Chinese girl in the sleek black bikini. She had a slender, athletic body and not a lot to speak of in the way of womanly assets, but she had a pretty face. He didn't know her as well as the others, but she seemed nice. Beside her was Tamara, almost the opposite of Karen, with her coffee brown skin and generous curves overflowing a pink bikini. Spencer liked her. She laughed a lot and was always joking with him. Great ass too.

  And then there was Gillian. Spencer knew her best, both because she was around the most and because she was easily the most beautiful. Her golden blond hair spilled down between her slender shoulders. She wore her silver and white fish-scale patterned string bikini as if the very idea of bikinis was thought up with her body in mind. The shimmering top seemed to hang off her pert breasts and invite him to stare at her little nipples pressing beneath the fabric. Her firm body was long, her ass a perfect double curve having a romance with her snug bikini bottoms.

  Gillian giggled and stood up to splash water at Madeleine. As she did, she leaned forward, and Spencer got an eyeful of her barely-covered teenage mound, the bikini so tight against it that he could see the groove of her mound.

  "No way that girl has any hair on her cooch," muttered Spencer, draining the rest of the beer in one gulp.

  Spencer was pushing fifty. He was in good shape for a man his age and handsome, with clear green eyes and a chiseled face that told his age and his strength in equal measure. His smile, despite all those years, was boyish. The girls at the bars in town loved it. His brown hair was going to gray, but he didn't mind that. He rolled up his sleeves to show off his arms and wore his old blue jeans like a man who put miles on his shoes.

  He put his friendliest smile on and stuck his head out the sliding door.

  "Going on a beer run into town," he shouted. "You girls want me to pick you up a pizza?"

  The girls huddle up for a second in the hot tub, with their dripping arms around each other and their heads leaned together. Madeline's head finally pops up.

  "Can you take Karen with you to the store?"

  That wasn't really Spencer's idea of fun, but he might as well get to know Karen a little better.

  "Alright, give her your pizza order."

  Ten minutes later, Karen had changed from her bikini to a pair of jean shorts and a loose t-shirt that kept slipping off of one slender shoulder. Her flip-flop sandals popped as she walked across the gravel and climbed into the Jeep next to Spencer. He slid on his aviator sunglasses and revved the engine of the Jeep.

  "All set?"

  "Yes, thank you, Mr. Mars."

  "Call me Spencer," he said with a smile and gunned the Jeep down the drive.

  It was ten miles of country driving from the house to the nearest store. He drove fast and the wind poured into the open Jeep. Karen's loose shirt flapped against her slender body like a flag in a hurricane and her silky black hair kept trying to wrap across her mouth.

  "Why did you want to come with me?" asked Spencer.

  Karen answered him, but her voice was lost in the wind. She repeated herself at a yell.

  "I forgot my toothbrush and toothpaste," she shouted.

  "I would have bought that for you." He studied her. She seemed to want to say something else, but she was holding it back. "Something is bugging you. What is it? I won't tell anybody."

  She shook her head and refused to give him an answer. They soon arrived in the parking lot of the pizza place. Spencer shut off the engine and looked over at Karen, who seemed to be lost in her thoughts.

  "I understand if you can't talk to any of them," said Spencer. He put his hand on Karen's slender shoulder. "But I'm like a priest. I'm not involved and I am sworn to confidentiality."

  She grinned. Her smile was white, but a little crooked. He thought it looked cute.

  "Okay, Mr. Mars. It's...Gillian. I thought we were best friends. She was even my first friend I made when I moved here. She knew I really liked Patrick and she just, she wrapped him around her finger. I had to watch them making out in the hall right next to my locker."

  Spencer whistled sympathetically.

  "I tried to talk to her and she just gave me this speech about how we're friends and she would never doing anything to hurt me, but boys are boys. They don't count."

  "Sounds like a selfish bitch," said Spencer.

  That got a smile from Karen.

  "Come on, let's put that pizza order in and then we can talk about it some more."

  Karen followed him into the pizza restaurant and placed the order at the counter. It was the middle of the afternoon, so the place was mostly empty. Spencer and Karen sat down at one of the vacant booths and Spencer ordered a couple of beers. The waitress eyed Karen and then Spencer. She shrugged and took the order.

  "They're going to let me have a beer?"

  "They know me," said Spencer. "They figure I know what I'm doing. You're not going to go nuts from drinking one beer are you?"

  "I don't know, I've never had a beer before."

  "Yeah, right," laughed Spencer. "Senior in high school and never had a beer? Let me guess, you're a virgin too."

  Even in the darkened restaurant, Spencer saw that his words made Karen blush. Before Karen could stammer out her reply, the waitress returned with two beers in tall glasses. She set one in front of each of them.

  "Anything else?"

  "We'll just wait on our pizza to go, thanks," said Spencer. He waited for the waitress to leave and then turned back to Karen. "So what are you going to do about Gillian?"

  "I had to get out of there. That's why I came with you." She hid her face in her glass of beer, taking a slow sip and trying to hide her reaction to the bitter drink.

  "You can't run from something like that."

  "She's your daughter's best friend. I'm the new girl in the group. I think I just need to take it."

  Spencer took a long sip of the beer. He studied Karen. He hadn't noticed until now, but she had light freckles on her nose and cheeks. They added a texture to her otherwise porcelain doll features and something about them seemed almost naughty. Like he was looking at a part of her he wasn't supposed to see in public. His cock stirred in his blue jeans.

  He had been playing a flirtatious game with her, but it was the first moment that he knew he actually wanted to have sex with Karen. Once the thought had entered his head it quickly transformed itself into a goal.

  "I'm feeling pretty buzzed," laughed Karen. "Half a beer, I know."

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sp; "I'm not trying to get you drunk so I can take advantage of you." He gave that a second before suggesting, "Why don't you leave the rest of it. The pizza is probably almost ready."

  They picked up the pizzas and drove over to the drug store. Spencer went in with Karen, only things had changed between them. He was watching the way she moved more closely, admiring her firm teenage ass in her jean shorts and the way her collarbone showed when her loose shirt dipped from her shoulder. She picked out her toothpaste and toothbrush. Spencer picked out a box of condoms.

  "I'll pay for the toothbrush." He gently plucked them out of her hand and shifted them so he was holding them alongside the box of condoms. Her brown eyes widened a little when she saw what he was holding. He pretended not to notice, but smiled inwardly. He was buying the condoms as a conversation item, a way to get Karen thinking about him and sex. He never used condoms. It ruined all the fun.

  They got in line behind a couple of old women buying discounted candy. While they wanted for the clerk to ring up the old ladies, Karen leaned in and whispered the question he had been hoping for.

  "What are you, um, buying those for?" Her cheeks were deeply flushed as she asked the question.

  Spencer shrugged his shoulders and said, "Oh, I just like to have them around the house. I never know when I might need one."

  As if that weren't brazen enough, he added a wink to her as punctuation. Her blush deepened.

  Karen seemed lost in thought on the ride back to the cabin. Spencer didn't want to push it. If this was like Madeline's usual weekend sleepovers, then the girls would be there until late Sunday afternoon. He had plenty of time to make a move on Karen.

  Back at the cabin, he dropped the pizzas on the counter and called the girls in from the hot tub. They came inside laughing about how prune-like their fingers and toes had become in the bubbling water.

  "There's Coke in the fridge and cups in the cabinet." He started towards the back door.