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

  "Why, Mr. Mars," she said, sounding like a grateful Southern belle, "whatever would I have done without you?"

  He chuckled.

  "Where were you headed?"

  "Just to the kitchen for a drink." Gillian nodded with her head to indicate the direction of the kitchen.

  "Alrighty. Next stop: kitchen." Spencer carried the giggling teenager in his arms like a bride. He brought her into the large kitchen, with its marble counter tops and black appliances. Gillian smile up at him. There was a healthy flush to her cheeks.

  "Don't you think it's a little weird for you to be carrying me around in my underwear?"

  "Do you want to put something else on?" asked Spencer, letting his eyes roam over her ample curves and the youthful firmness of her body.

  "No. I think you've already seen everything."

  "Not everything."

  That really got her giggling. The more she laughed, the more her breasts shook, and Spencer was unwilling to look away from her shuddering body. She knew he was watching her and she did nothing to close her robe or otherwise cover herself.

  When she finally calmed down, he brought her over to the fridge and opened the door so she could lean in and pluck out a can of Coke. She held the cold can against her tummy, looking up at him with a smile on her full, pink lips.

  "Where now?" he asked.

  "Can you take me upstairs to my room?"

  Of course he could. That was exactly where he wanted to take her.

  Gillian's bedroom was a little girl's room at the end of the eighteen year process of evolving into a woman's bedroom. The walls were pink, the four-poster bed was frilly and strung with white Christmas-style lights, and various athletic trophies on her dresser.

  All of this little girl stuff was being overwhelmed by makeup, a computer, a camera and neatly folded lingerie. There were numerous photos of Gillian with Maddy, Karen, and Tamara, as well as her with various family members and boys. The pink curtains colored the daylight filtering through the windows. The room had a sweet smell of perfume and shampoo.

  Spencer carried Gillian over to the unmade bed and eased her onto the sheets. She winces as her foot made contact and she lost her grip on the Coke. He caught it before it hit the floor.

  "Don't open it for a couple minutes," he warned and handed her the iPad as well.

  "Thank you again for rescuing me. It gets pretty lonely here all by myself. My parents are at work. My sister is at college." She pouted her lower lip out. "I just sit around the house and wallow in my own patheticness."

  In lace bra and panties, thought Spencer, but he kept his mouth shut on that account.

  "So what happened with the leg?"

  Gillian rolled her eyes dramatically.

  "I don't even want to talk about it anymore. Let's just say that running does not prepare you for acrobatics."

  "I won't ask," said Spencer. "I'm surprised though. With a body like that, I would have figured you were good at just about everything."

  "A body like this? Mr. Mars, have you been checking me out?"

  He waited a beat before answering her, simply, "Yes."

  "Mr. Mars!" She giggled again. "You are my best friend's dad. I don't think that's appropriate at all."

  Gillian covered her breasts with one arm and pulled her blanked up her legs and over the boy shorts. It was a token effort and she was smiling as he looked at her with hungry eyes.

  "So, um, let me ask you a question," said Gillian. "What exactly did you catch Maddy doing on that jetty with Bryce. Tamara said one thing, Karen another thing and Maddy won't admit what it was."

  Spencer could hardly get it out of his head. Spiky haired Bryce with his bathing suit around his ankles. Spencer's beautiful daughter, on her knees, her pert breasts exposed as she stroked her hand on Bryce's cock. The cum spurted out and lashed Maddy's face right in front of Spencer's eyes. He didn't do anything. He was too shocked to anything as that punk shot his load all over his daughter's face and into her open mouth.

  When he finally snapped out of it, Spencer decked the kid, but the damage was done. He had seen things no father should see and his daughter had been humiliated. He still felt the sickening impact of those seconds as if they had just happened. He looked at Gillian, smiling up at him from her pillow, and he tried to push the thought of his daughter out of his mind.

  "I don't think I should tell you that, Gillian."

  "Awwww." She pouted out that lower lip again. "Well, I know a secret about you, Mr. Mars."

  "Oh?"

  "Yeah and I'll tell you the secret I know if you tell me what you caught Maddy was doing with Bryce."

  Spencer stood up from the bed.

  "Listen here, young lady. What happened with my daughter at the lake is none of your business and if you've got some nasty little secret about me then you'd better just spit it out."

  "Oooh! I love it when you get all 'daddy' with me. Or is that the Marine in you?"

  "Goodbye, Gillian." Spencer turned to leave.

  "Wait, wait, wait," said Gillian, sitting up in the bed. "Okay. I'll tell you."

  Spencer returned to her side and said, "I'm listening."

  "Welllllll..." Gillian teased her lower lip and bottom teeth with the tip of a finger. "I heard from a certain someone that you, um, are very, very big, Mr. Mars. Down below the belt."

  He stared at her, keeping his expression unreadable, maybe even a little hostile, while inwardly he was laughing and pumping his fist. Spencer Mars had a huge cock. Over ten inches and thick. Whenever word got out about its size he reaped rewards, particularly among teenage girls like Gillian who had probably never seen one that big outside a porno. A sexy girl like her would have her fill of big ones soon enough, but his cock twitched at the thought of being her first monster.

  "I mean, um, that I heard you have a large penis," blurted Gillian. "Is it true?"

  "I don't think that's any of your business."

  "So it's not true? It's small?"

  Her eyes flicked to his jeans. He knew she could probably see the outline of the thick hose of his cock stretching down the right leg of his jeans.

  "I didn't say that either," said Spencer. "Who told you that about me?"

  "A girl does not reveal her sources and, besides, that wasn't part of our deal." She clapped her hands on her bare thighs, which made her breasts jiggle enticingly. "It's your turn. Tell me about what Maddy was doing at the lake with Bryce."

  He didn't even think about lying or refusing Gillian her answer. He looked into her big blue eyes, at her delicate features balanced against the supple invitation of her cleavage, and he told her the truth.

  "She was giving oral sex to Bryce."

  "Oh my god!" Gillian clapped her hand over her mouth. "You caught them right in the middle of it?"

  "Worse," said Spencer. "I caught them at the end. Right at the end."

  "You saw...him..."

  Spencer nodded slowly.

  "Unbelievable," said Gillian. "She gives me a hard time, tells me I'm 'approaching the slut zone' for using my hand on Duncan on the bus to the museum. Meanwhile, innocent little Maddy Mars is giving BJs at the beach."

  Spencer sighed and sat down on the bed beside Gillian.

  "He came all over her face," he confessed.

  Gillian collapsed back into her pillows, giggling so hard that she started wincing because all the shaking was hurting her leg.

  "Ohhhhhh," she moaned and laughed at the same time. "Why did you put that image in my head?"

  "How do you think I feel? That my daughter with a facial mask of some loser's spunk."

  Gillian fell silent for a moment and then they both began to laugh.

  "Okay...okay." Gillian finally got control of herself. "Now I have to know about the other thing."

  For a girl with a broken leg, Gillian moved pretty quickly to sit up and then lean across Spencer's lap. Before he even realized what she was doing, the sexy teenager in her tight little boy shorts was balancing her weight on on
e knee and rubbing his cock through the denim of his jeans.

  "Jesus Christ, Gillian," he groaned. "You can't do that."

  "Shhhh! You're not getting up, are you?" She waited to see if he would and Spencer did not budge. "That's what I thought. So let's see what you have."

  She unbuttoned and unzipped him and reached her soft hand into his boxers and, with a girlish grunt of effort, hauled his tucked cock out of the leg of his jeans and up through the flap of the boxers. After carrying her around and looking at her perfect body in that lingerie, Spencer's cock was at full attention. Gillian looked at his thick cockmeat almost reverently, her eyes even with the purpled head. She ran her fingertips lightly over his glans and his cock bobbed with a reflexive tightening of his muscles.

  "Wow," she said. "It's huge."

  Now that the teenage blonde had his cock in her hands, Spencer was done pretending to fend her off. He rested a hand on her back, stroking her silken hair and caressing between her shoulders as she worked one hand up and down his cock.

  "Mr. Mars, can I, um, put it in my mouth?" She looked up at him through her hair, her hand still stroking him.

  "Of course, sweetie," he caressed the hair from her face.

  Her pink lips parted. Her blue eyes peered up at him as her mouth descended onto his straining tool. The softness of her lips was exquisite. Her lips closed and tightened around the bell of his cockhead, slipping over the ridge and down below it as her spit warmed him.

  "Mmmmmm," she moaned around his cock.

  "Ohhhhh fuck, that is nice." There was a laugh in Spencer's groan.

  Her tongue flicked against the sensitive spot just beneath his cockhead. Gentle suction pulled at his aching flesh. Her lips began to slip up and down as she slowly bobbed her mouth on him. He rested his hand on her head, letting her set the pace, sucking his cock into her mouth until he could feel the back of her throat swallowing against him. She made no attempt to deep throat him, which was probably for the best, but with her hot mouth bobbing on him and her hand working his shaft he hardly missed the effort.

  While Gillian was softly slurping on his cock, Spencer slid one hand down her supple back and pressed his fingers into the back of her lace boy shorts. He groaned as he felt the perfect firmness of her ass. It was unreal. The sort of perfect mixture of roundness and runner's firmness, lean and fat, that a woman in her twenties probably couldn't pull off without tipping one way or the other. He squeezed and played with her cheeks before slipping his fingers along the warm curve of her crack.

  "Mmmphhh," she mumbled as his fingers pushed between her cheeks.

  He rubbed along her pucker and felt the delicate drum tense beneath his fingers. She stopped sucking for a moment, maybe worried he would try to plunge his dry fingers into her ass, but Spencer only stroked her naughty hole before leaning over, sliding his fingers down the rearward curve and finding her hot folds beneath his fingers.

  "Ooohhhh," she moaned, opening her lips and letting her hot breath curl around his shaft.

  "You're so wet," he murmured as his fingers encountered the hot, honey-slick length of her delicate pussy.

  She was completely shaved, her cunt hot and eager for his cock. He wasn't ready to give to her yet and she seemed eager to please him with her mouth. As he found the little bud of her clit and stroked, Gillian resumed sucking, letting her pleasure vibrate with her voice, stroking his balls and letting her spit soak down his entire length.

  "I need to taste that pussy," said Spencer.

  He peeled her lacy shorts away from her cheeks and stripped them down her legs. He shifted Gillian's weight easily and, to his immense pleasure, her mouth never left his cock as he pulled her atop him. Her firm teenage body stretched over his muscular, middle-aged frame, soft and smooth where he was fuzzy with hair.

  He positioned her above his face, her hairless pink pussy only inches from his lips and the glorious heart of her ass occupying most of his view. Her broken leg had to stay stretched out awkwardly because of the cast, but she seemed in no pain with her toes balanced on a pillow and her weight resting mostly on her other knee.

  Spencer ran his hands up Gillian's hips and around to her ass and pulled her into his face as he leaned his mouth up, pressing his nose into her crack and running his tongue along the sweet groove of her pussy. Her delicate folds parted against his tongue and he tasted her hot lust for the first time. He inhaled her aroused scent and, for a moment at least, the intensity of his desire was so powerful that he forgot her mouth on his cock. She was the holy grail of fresh, nubile perfection and she was smothering him.

  "Ohhhh, Mr. Mars," cried Gillian. "Your tongue feels so good."

  He was ravenous for her sweet cunt, lapping at her, plunging his tongue into her clutching tunnel and battering her clit. His fingers pulled the hemispheres of her ass apart and he did not spare her pink clench a similar tongue-lashing.

  Gillian squirmed and rolled her hips. She fucked back against his tongue as it drove into her pussy and lapped at her asshole. Her cries of pleasure vibrated the length of his cock and she answered his tongue with her sucking mouth. Before long, Spencer's pleasure could no longer be ignored. His head fell back into the pillows and he stared up at her pussy and ass, absorbed by the hot, tight suction on his cock. His hands stroked her cheeks, squeezing them, opening her and admiring her pink perfection as his balls tightened.

  "I'm going to cum," he groaned.

  "Mmmmmhmmmm," agreed Gillian, sucking hard and bobbing on his cock.

  "AAaaaaaaa!"

  He arched his back and shot hard into her mouth. Hot cum gushed from his cock, against the roof of Gillian's mouth and her teenage tonsils. She only paused in her bobbing for a moment as the first wave hit her and the she resumed, moaning as she went, slurping loudly as he poured his cum into her mouth. She swallowed against his spurting cockhead and sucked it all out. Her bobbing mouth only slowed as he began to go soft.

  "Holy shit, Gillian, that was..."

  "Amazing?" she giggled. "I like to suck cock, I admit it. But now it's your turn to get me off, Mr. Mars."

  She sat up right, letting out a little cry as she bent the knee of her broken leg and then almost immediately smothered Spencer Mars inside her thighs and beneath her firm ass. He moaned his surrender against her delicate flower and his tongue went to work just as eager as before. Gillian ground down on his face, riding his tongue and working back against him until she was pouring her juices into his mouth.

  "Yes! Yes!" she cried. "Don't stop! Suck it! Suck my clit!"

  His lips found her grinding clit and he sucked, He could hardly breathe at all beneath her bouncing ass and he did not care. He just wanted to taste her cum. To get her off.

  She came so hard that her muscular thighs felt as if they were going to crush his head like a walnut. Her ass pressed down, smothering his nose and forcing him to gasp for breath against the delicious delicacy of her pussy. He sucked at her little bud and swallowed the delicious cum dripping against his tongue. He had never seen a woman really squirt, but Gillian came close, producing a warm flow of her juices that spilled down his chin and into his mouth.

  "Ohhhhhh my god," gasped Gillian, riding the waves of her throbbing pleasure.

  He held her down against his face, adding to the pressure against his mouth and finally driving his tongue deep into the squeeze of her tight pussy. Her hot tunnel convulsed around his tongue as Gillian's orgasm peaked and receded.

  They fell beside each other on the bed. He was red-faced, sweating from being smothered, and trying to catch his breath. She was similarly gasping from her pleasure.

  "Mr. Mars, I've never cum like that before."

  He pulled her against him and kissed her, unconcerned with the salty taste of his cum on her soft lips. Their kiss melded as he held her perfect body - breasts still wrapped in her powder blue bra - against him. She dropped back against the pillows, laughing.

  "I thought Karen was lying about you," she said. "Now I know the truth."
/>   "She told you about me?"

  "Obvs," said Gillian. "Like, she said you banged her at the cabin and then in your car and stuff. But it sounded so crazy, I had to know if it was true."

  "So that was your idea of a fact finding mission?"

  "Nooooo," laughed Gillian. "That was my idea of a good start."

  Spencer liked the sound of that very much. He pulled her into his arms again and kissed her cleavage and shoulders and then smothered her laughter with his mouth. Their tongues met again briefly. He looked into her blue eyes.

  "She's meeting him, you know," said Gillian.

  "Who?" He asked, stroking her face, unable to think of anyone but Gillian in that moment.

  "No, silly, Maddy is meeting Bryce. That's why she wanted to go to King's Mountain. They're going to hook up."

  Spencer sprung from the bed. His heart beat furiously as adrenaline flooded his bloodstream. The thought of the same punk that came all over his daughter's face also having sex with her and doing god knew what else was too much to bear. He glanced back at Gillian as he put on his clothes.

  "I have to go," he said. "I have to stop her. I'll...uh...talk to you later."

  "Oh, no you don't!" said Gillian, pulling herself out of the bed and onto one foot. "You're taking me with you. I'm not missing this. Help me get my panties back on."

  Evidently, Gillian liked drama more than anything. Looking at her body and knowing he had not yet had the full chance to give her what he wanted, Spencer agreed. Besides, it was a long drive to King's Mountain. Having a traveling companion would certainly help pass the time.

  He helped her put on a pair of workout shorts and a tank top and, to make things quick, he carried her out to the Jeep. He brought her the Coke she still hadn't opened and they set off for the amusement park, her golden hair whipping wildly in the open Jeep.

  It was the middle of the day on a weekday and the highways were almost empty. Spencer slipped on his aviators to cut the glare. Gillian had a pair of big, rounded red-framed shades that reminded him a little bit of Lolita's heart-shaped sunglasses. She was gorgeous, even in the tank top, or especially in that tight tank top that showed off the edges of her bra and the swell of her breasts. She stretched her long legs with the foot of her injured leg up on the dashboard.