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

  As he had predicted, Spencer was out of commission for quite some time. He moved to the chair beside the motel bed and watched as Gillian and Karen put on a sensual show for him. Their lips and tongues explored. Their fingers slipped into forbidden places. Their bodies arched and legs scissored together. Karen took her turn on Gillian's face. When Karen was satisfied, Gillian pulled her own heels behind her head and taught Karen the finer points of giving a girl a rimjob.

  Spencer rejoined them on the bed. Afternoon became evening became a long and sweaty night. They only stopped in their lovemaking to duck out for drinks and a pizza that was forgotten before they even ate any of it. They fucked in the shower, he lined their asses up beside each other and teased them with his cock, their bodies became sore and Gillian and Karen's teenage pussies grew chafed. It ended only when they were completely exhausted.

  Hours later, maybe days later, the phone began to vibrate on the bedside table. Spencer woke up and it took him a few seconds to realize where he was and why he was tangled up with two sleeping girls. Gillian's legs were beneath his. Karen's head and one arm were resting on his stomach.

  He gingerly shifted Karen onto her side. Lifting his legs and rolling off of Gillian caused the naked blonde to stir. Spencer pressed a guiding hand to her lower back she ended up spooning Karen with her big tits pressed into Karen's slender shoulders.

  Spencer scooped up his phone and saw that it was his daughter. He pulled on his trousers and stepped out of the motel room and into the late night parking lot. The heat was still radiating up from the asphalt and keeping a chill away.

  "What is it, honey? It's almost one in the morning."

  "I need you, daddy," said Maddy. "I need you next month to go with me to Sandy State. Me and Tamara are going to pledge the Kappa Sigma Mu house there and I need an adult chaperone."

  "You want me to chaperone you at a sorority house?"

  "Both of us," said Maddy.

  "Why aren't you asking your mother to do this?"

  "Because...I...her boyfriend would want to go along."

  That hurt a little. He knew his ex-wife was seeing someone and he knew he no longer had the right to be jealous, but he was jealous anyway. Whether or not Maddy was being manipulative, bringing up the boyfriend worked.

  "Okay, I'll pick you up tomorrow. But you have to promise me that this guy, this Bryce guy, is not going to be there."

  "I promise, daddy."

  "Alright, are we done fighting?"

  There was a long silence and then she said, "Yes."

  "Good. I love you, sweetie. See you soon."

  Spencer shut off the phone and could not hide a half-smile as he returned to the bed. Gillian looked back over her shoulder at him as he slid under the blanket behind her.

  "What's going on?" she asked.

  "I'm taking my daughter to a sorority at Sandy State University," said Spencer.

  "Right now?"

  "No," he said, pulling her tightly against him, "In a few weeks. Right now I have some things to take care of first."

  He kissed her on the shoulder as his cock stirred against the firm curve of her ass. It only required a slight shift in their position and he was inside her once again. His daughter and her request were forgotten as his hands roamed over Gillian's soft breasts and he began to thrust his cock into her hot channel.

  He didn't plan to stop fucking Gillian until she was pregnant.

  Chapter Five

  The phone on the desk began to ring. Spencer Mars didn't want to answer, especially not right at the moment, but he hated the sound of a ringing telephone. He sighed and picked it up.

  "This is Spencer Mars," he said.

  "Daddy." It was his daughter, Madeleine.

  "What is it, Maddy? I'm at work."

  "Duh, I called you at your office. You didn't forget that you are taking me to Sandy State tomorrow to tour the Kappa Sigma Mu sorority, did you? We're supposed to meet with Lucy at two. What time are you coming to pick me and Tamara up in the morning?"

  He cleared his throat.

  "Uh, ten?" He still had a frog in his throat. He cleared it again and shifted in his chair. "If we left at nine in the morning we should have plenty of time to check in at the motel and then head over to meet with the sorority girls."

  "Okay, but remember, you're just the chaperone for us. You can kind of hang back while we do the talking."

  "Allllright, honey. I won't get in the way of you and your lovely friend Tamara at orientation tomorrow. Bye bye now, I've really got to go."

  He hung up the phone and leaned back in the chair. Tamara smiled up at him around the fat, pink length of his cock. She slipped her lips up his glistening shaft and popped them free of his bulging cockhead.

  "Lovely friend Tamara?" she giggled.

  "Were you listening in on my phone call, young lady? I don't know how I feel about that."

  "Mmmm, let me know how this feels..."

  The beautiful black teenager leaned down and her full lips split over the damp head of his cock. Her hot mouth surrounded him and slid deeper. She looked up as she took him deeper and deeper until his sensitive tip was pressing against the back of her throat. She relaxed her muscles and swallowed. His cock slid into the tight liquid heat of her throat. He went even deeper, until her lips were against his base and her tongue was tickling the tight sack of his balls. She winced as her throat muscles massaged his swollen cock.

  "Fuck," he gasped. "You're so good at that."

  "Mmmmmmmmhmmmmmm," she replied, her throat vibrating around his cock.

  Tamara had come into his office wearing a lady's business jacket, a skirt, high heels, and glasses. She had locked the door, closed his office blinds and shed that outfit in a delicious strip tease that had left Spencer's cock raging within his trousers. Her large breasts seemed bigger than ever and nearly overflowed the red satin of her bra. Her plump as seemed bigger as well, perhaps a side effect of her pregnancy, but he did not mind one bit. Tamara was a big, curvy girl and he loved it.

  He also loved it when she fell to her knees and fished his cock out of his trousers. She's had her mouth on him ever since that moment. He looked down as she bobbed lightly on him, never quite taking him out of her throat as her drool spilled down her chin and wet his tightening balls. He smoothed the hair from her face.

  "Let me see those big tits, sweetie," he groaned.

  She gagged a little as she slipped him out of her mouth. Her dripping drool splattered onto the chocolate mounds of her breasts, rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath. She stroked his spit-drenched cock with one hand and bent the other behind her back to unhook her bra. With a practiced motion she slipped straps from her shoulders and crushed the red satin in her hand, freeing her breasts from their confinement.

  She released his cock and cradled her glorious breasts with their plump nipples and dark areolas.

  "You like these, Mr. M?" she asked.

  `"You know I do," he said.

  She raised up higher on her knees, leaning the weight of her tits into his cock and her face up to him. They kissed, lips opening, tongues sliding together in a wet, open-mouthed kiss. Her hand closed around his shaft and she stroked him into the warm valley of her breasts.

  "Oh, Mr. M, your cock is so hard. I can feel that cum dripping out on my tits." She dropped back down, her ass on her heels and her tits against his leaking cock. "You want to cum all over these tits? Shoot that white cum on my tits?"

  "Yes," he groaned. "Fuck me with those beautiful breasts."

  "Ooh, yeah, Mr. M. You know I like to squeeeeze that big dick between my tits." She spit onto his cock and mashed her warm tits around his cock. She held him fast in her cleavage, looking up at him and smiling as she began to bounce her breasts on Spencer's swollen fucktool. He groaned even louder, feeling his cum churning in his balls. His purpled cockhead popped up from between Tamara's tits with each downward stroke. His precum smeared the valley between her tits.

  "Oh, fuck, sweetie.
Don't stop. I'm going to..."

  "You're going to cum all over my tits?" she moaned. "Give me that hotttt, thhhhick spunk, Mr. M."

  He could never resist Tamara's dirty mouth. He thrust up from his office chair, pounding his cock between her plump breasts and exploding. She let out a gasp as the first spurt of his cum lashed her throat. She tucked in her chin and stuck out her tongue and caught the gushing roped of his semen on her lips and mouth. Most of his cum dripped down onto her breasts and pooled atop his thrusting cock at the entrance to the valley of her cleavage. Her hot, lapping tongue received another hot portion from each throbbing blast.

  "Oh my god," he laughed.

  Tamara dove her mouth onto his cock and sucked hard, draining out the last of his orgasm. She smacked her lips.

  "Mmmm, that cum tastes so good, Mr. M. Have you been eating pineapple?"

  He laughed and helped her up. She slid onto his lap and into his arm. His freshly-spent cock began to soften beneath the warm weight of her ass.

  "I thought you wanted to have sex," he said.

  "Oh, you know how I love to suck your dick," she said. "Besides, with you taking me and Maddy up to that sorority, I figure I'll have a chance to make up for all that time you've been spending with Gillian and Karen."

  Karen, Tamara, and Gillian were Maddy's three best friends in the world. The beautiful teens were also all three pregnant with Spencer's children. Karen had grown a huge belly and Tamara was definitely beginning to show as well. He absently ran his hand over her belly.

  "You wondering how she's doing?"

  "You know it's a girl?" He was surprised, since he hadn't paid for an appointment for Tamara to get an ultrasound recently.

  "It's too early for that," she said. "I just know it's a girl. I can feel it."

  She gave him a kiss. He tasted his salty cum on her lips.

  "Are you going to help me pick out a name?"

  "I'll do everything I can to help," said Spencer. It was his stock response whenever one of the three girls asked him a question he did not want to answer. He was happy to help them, he just didn't like committing to anything, and he didn't want to give them the idea he was going to be a real dad to these kids.

  He couldn't imagine a scenario where that would happen and his daughter would remain in the dark. And she couldn't know. Not after how much the divorce hurt her. Knowing her dad had not just had sex with her best friends in the world, but had knocked all three of them up, it was the sort of thing his relationship with his daughter could not recover from.

  Not that things were great between Spencer and Maddy anyway. Not after he caught her in the act giving her boyfriend, Bryce, a blowjob at the lake. Or the time, weeks later, when he walked in on her shortly after being filled with Bryce's cum. The image of his creampied daughter stuck in his head. He had pulled back the blanket and seen more than he ever wanted to. He was so mad that he couldn't even yell at her. He just walked away from the situation.

  Maddy had spent the past few weeks avoiding her father and he had been fine with that, right up until she asked him to chaperone her and Tamara's visit to the sorority. He had agreed and had even been friendly with Maddy about everything, so long as he avoided thinking about her lying in that bed with her shaved mound dripping with a boy's semen.

  "What are you thinking about?" asked Tamara, pulling him back to reality.

  "I was, uh, thinking about how amazing your tits are." He gave them a squeeze. "Are they getting bigger?"

  She nodded.

  "Going to need a new bra soon. But I've got it nowhere near as bad as Karen. I mean, she had those itty bitty titties and now, well, you know. She's filling out."

  "She said she has started lactating," said Spencer and his cock twitched at the thought.

  "What about Gillian? How is she doing?"

  "Just barely starting to show," said Spencer. "She's a couple months behind Karen and about a month behind you."

  "You're gonna have a full house," laughed Tamara, leaning in for another kiss.

  "Oh, it's already full," said Spencer, squeezing her ass with both hands as she straddled his lap. "Now please, get dressed, before you get me into some real trouble with that beautiful body."

  The words had barely left his mouth when he knew they weren't going to work. She was already grinding down into his cock and he was already starting to stiffen up again. He was just going to have to bend her over his desk and give her a good, hard fucking.

  Spencer Mars left work exhausted that day. He could still smell Tamara's perfume on his body and feel her slick pussy on his cock. He was expecting to go back to his cabin, have a few beers and relax before getting up to drive his daughter and Tamara to Sandy State University. No matter how exhausted he was, a smile still crept onto his face when he saw Gillian's yellow Volkswagen convertible parked in his driveway.

  The beautiful blonde was waiting for him in the kitchen. She was wearing nothing but an apron, so when he walked in the door he had a great view of her firm ass and long legs. Of all of Spencer's recent lovers, Gillian was the closest to a girlfriend and the only one he trusted with a key to his cabin. Seeing her standing in front of a sizzling grill with her cute little teenage butt in that apron was proof enough that his trust was well-placed.

  "What's cooking, beautiful?" he asked.

  "Mmm, pasta primavera and I grilled some chicken outside. It's almost read."

  He hugged her from behind, sliding his arms around to her firm breasts and slipping his hands under the apron's front. He dragged his fingers over the hard pebbles of her nipples. She leaned back into him, turning her face so he could give her a kiss. Her mouth tasted like cucumber and some of the white wine he'd stocked for her benefit.

  "Have you been raiding my wine?" he teased.

  "You wanted me drunk and impressionable, right?"

  He squeezed her breasts and looked down at her ass pressing into his crotch.

  "Any more impressionable and I think you'd be brainwashed."

  "That's a cynical way of putting it," she said and there was a genuine edge of hurt to her tone.

  She took the skillet full of pasta and vegetables off the burner and moved it to a cool part of the stove. She reached for the parmesan grater and he caught her hands and turned her around to face him. He pushed her butt into the counter top and lifted her up. He stood between her knees and cradled her chin in his hand. She was a beautiful girl. Her blue eyes sparkled and her full lips curved into a smile. He knew he was lucky to have her around, however temporarily.

  "I wasn't sure how long you were going out of town with Maddy and Tamara," she said. "I wanted to spend some time with you."

  Her hand massaged the tucked hose of his cock through his trousers. She leaned forward, her eyes closing as she anticipated a kiss.

  "I'll just be gone overnight tomorrow," he said. "But I appreciate you stopping by."

  "Oh?" She stopped her lips short of making contact.

  "Yes," he said. "And I'm really hungry. Let me show you."

  He scooped her up, turned with her in his arms and plopped her butt down on the damp cutting board on the kitchen island. He silenced her giggling with hungry kiss. He cradled her face as his tongue explored her sweet mouth. Gillian's lips were so soft, her mouth so eager, that he wanted to luxuriate in the embrace for a long time, but he had other things in mind.

  The apron was snug against her body, her breasts peaking out at the sides and the bottom riding up her tanned thighs like a mini-skirt. Spencer slid his hands under that skirt, raising it up her thighs until he exposed the neatly-waxed perfection of her delicate pink velvet and puffy little mound. Gillian ran a hand down her lingerie-model curves and cupped her pussy. She stroked her folds and spread the damp outer lips.

  "Oh, Mr. Mars," she moaned. "Do you like this pussy?"

  He growled with desire and dropped to his knees on the kitchen tiles. He pulled her dangling legs over his shoulders and inhaled the sweet scent of her arousal. She gasped as his bri
stled kiss moved up her thigh, as his thumb sought her clit and his tongue sought the damp furrow of her teenage pussy. Spencer's tongue invaded her hot, honey tunnel, sampling her juices and feeling her squeeze back against him. There was no question she had been stewing as she waited for him to come home from work and he was glad his tongue was the hot release she needed.

  "Ohhhhh!" cried Gillian.

  She grabbed his head with both hands and leaned against his face as if she might fall off the kitchen island. Her thighs squeezed around his head as his tongue snaked into her churning pussy. Spencer pleasured the length of her engorged cunt in slow, lapping strokes of his tongue. Her moans grew louder as she began to buck her hips against his mouth. He focused his licks on her swollen clit. He teased around it with his tongue and pressed his lips tightly to her pussy to suck at her straining bud.

  "Nnnnnn, lick me, Mr. Mars! Lick me and...nnn...make me cummmm!"

  Her body tensed against him. Her cry of pleasure shook through her body and she arched and thrust her hot slit against his lapping tongue. She squeezed rhythmically against him as her orgasm overtook her. She was leaned so far forward that she was practically riding his face and he loved it. He loved the way she thrust herself against his tongue and called his name again and again as she came. He loved the taste of her slick cum in his mouth.

  Spencer lifted her up with his shoulders in the midst of her orgasm. She let out a surprised yell and clung to his head as he carried her, blindly, from the kitchen to the den. He dropped her on her back onto the fur rug, pushed her thighs up with one hand and used the other to free his straining cock. She was still cumming as he stuffed her teenage pussy full of his hard meat.

  "Yessss!" she cried.

  He powered between the vise of her contracting walls and drove into her soaking slit until his balls were pressing against her clenched asshole. He bent her legs back with one hand and her body with the force of his thrusts until her sloshing cunt was being drilled almost perfectly vertically. She gasped with each stroke of his cock as he pounded into her. Harder and harder. His lust fueling every stroke and her shuddering body drawing him to the edge.