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 watched her go back up the stairs, looking at her ass and remembering Bryce's cock slipping into it, and he wondered just how fucked up his relationship was getting with his daughter. Would it ever be normal again or was this the new normality of it?

  After vacuuming and rearranging furniture, he popped some Motrin for his back and took another shower back at the motel. He had a decent change of clothes, just some jeans that weren't stained with paint and a flannel over a Sandy State shirt he picked up at the school store.

  He still looked out of place when he arrived at the Library. The theme was self-evident with all the old books filling shelves behind booths. All of the hipster college kids were wearing thick-framed glasses and button down shirts and little hats that he wanted to smack off their heads and tell them to take off indoors. The girls were cute and the guys had beards and everyone was drinking beers with funny names.

  Katie and Joan weren't there yet, so Spencer sat down at a table near a stack of Dickens and Encyclopedia Brittanica and ordered "whatever is good" from the draft beer choices. He was on his second glass when he saw Katie and Joan. They were obviously sisters. They had the same blue eyes and glasses, the same noses and full lips. Joan's features were a little more elfin, giving her a slightly mischievous look. Her hair was much darker, almost black and she wore it swept to one side. Her bust seemed small in her pink pullover, but her hips were wide and her butt generously firm in her low-riding khaki capris.

  "Spencer! I hope you haven't been here long!"

  He embraced Katie and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

  "Not long. Joan, I take it? Nice to meet you."

  "I've heard a lot about you," said Joan in a husky, but high-pitched voice that almost sounded like baby talk.

  "Good things, I hope."

  "Definitely," said Joan. "I can see why my sister talks about you so much."

  Spencer liked it when a woman came onto him for a chance. Even if she did blush and look away as soon as she said it.

  "Well, you're even prettier than I had imagined, Joan." Spencer beamed. "What are you ladies drinking?"

  "I'll have a Long Island!" said Katie.

  "Nothing alcoholic for me," said Joan.

  "No fake ID for her. She's only eighteen."

  Spencer motioned one of the bearded waiters over and ordered up another round of drinks. A virgin daiquiri for Joan. The beer was starting to taste good and Katie seemed intent on getting very drunk. She slurped her Long Island iced tea up between animated stories about Joan.

  "She's so smart," said Katie. "She won the spelling bee, the math bee, I think she would have won the bee keeper's bee. I mean, I'm smart, but she is like Einstein."

  "I'm not that smart," objected Joan.

  "Tell him about the time you made a solar panel."

  "It was a kit," said Joan.

  "No, it was the parts, but it was for like a lab to experiment on solar panels. Dad got it for himself and you put it all together in the basement and hooked it up to charge your Game Boy."

  "It didn't work very well," Joan explained. "I guess I am just into nerdy stuff."

  "I'm the heart, she's the brains," said Katie. "Mr. Mars is the muscle."

  "Is that all I am to you?" laughed Spencer.

  They talked for a long time as Katie drank herself into a haze. As the evening wore on, she started to slump in her overstuffed chair.

  "I think we had better get her to somewhere to lie down," said Spencer. "You want to see the sorority house?"

  "I'd love that," said Joan, gathering up her purse and helping him walk Katie out into the cool late night air.

  It was about a half mile to the sorority house. Spencer drove to the bar, but decided it would be nice to walk. Katie mumbled and swayed, her arms balanced over their shoulders.

  "So what are you doing here?" asked Joan. "I mean, like at Sandy State. Just fixing up the house?"

  "That's it. When it's done I am going to head back to my boring life."

  "What's the boring life?"

  "Lots of cutting wood and doing boring office work." Spencer could see she was waiting for more of an explanation so he continued. "I live in a cabin in the woods, so it's beautiful, but lots of hard work to keep nature from taking over. My nine to five is a lot of paperwork, too much responsibility, and not enough time off."

  "You must be close to your daughter to do all this for her," said Joan.

  Images of Maddy and Bryce flashed in his head. He grimaced and nodded a reply.

  "You're a good dad," said Joan. "That's sexy. I mean, not sexy, but...some women might find it sexy. I don't mean me."

  Spencer chuckled.

  "Katie seems to like it," he said and winked at her. That only seemed to make Joan's embarrassment worse as she turned a deep shade of red.

  They carried Katie between them up the stairs and onto the wide porch of the sorority house with its newly-installed swing and light boxes. Spencer threw Katie over his shoulder and carried her the rest of the way up to the bedrooms on the second floor. He walked to the back of the hallway and pushed in a door with his foot.

  "This room would be the double you and Katie stay in," he said, gesturing for Joan to turn on the light.

  She flipped the switch and illuminated the bedroom with its two dressers and two twin beds. They were just mattresses and box springs. He stretched Katie out on one and grabbed his jacket from the downstairs hook to cover her. She was flushed and sweaty from the alcohol, but seemed to be otherwise sleeping peacefully. Spencer and Joan stood over her, listening to her softly snore.

  "This place is going to be known as the pregnant sorority," said Spencer. "I think Katie is trying to get knocked up, but is that what you want to be known for, Joan?"

  She smiled that mischievous smirk Spencer first saw when she walked in the door at the Library.

  "I don't think I'll have a problem," she said.

  "Why is that?"

  "I'm a virgin," she said and looked over at him with the mischief now in her eyes as well.

  They went downstairs and left Katie to sleep it off. They had cold bottles of Coke from the refrigerator and sat on one of the new couches in the downstairs lounge.

  "It's really nice here," said Joan, leaning her head on the back cushion of the couch. "You have done an awesome job."

  "Do you think I'm just going to drop what we were talking about upstairs?"

  She didn't lift her head from the pillow, but a wide smile broke across her face.

  "It's true. I am a virgin, Mr. Mars."

  He nodded and took a sip of the cold Coke.

  "You've never done anything?" he asked.

  "I didn't say that." She lifted her head and looked at him, her eyes burning. "I've done things. Things with girls."

  "You're a lesbian?"

  "No."

  "Bisexual," he said. "Do you like older men?"

  "I do when they're good looking," she murmured and let the implication hang in the air between them. "Anyway, I know you're banging my sister. She told me explicitly when you went to get us another round of drinks at the bar."

  Spencer wasn't sure if Joan was waving him off or just stating what she knew. He did not consider himself exclusive in any way to Katie and did not intend to give up on Joan for the night. If anything, the news that she was a virgin had only heightened his interest in her.

  "I'm not dating your sister. We're just having some fun."

  He reached out and put his hand on Joan's shapely thigh. She looked down at his hand and did not ask him to move it.

  "Oh? Is that how my sister sees it?" She murmured. "I expect she wouldn't mind if you...just had some fun with someone else."

  Their eyes met. Lust was burning there behind her big glasses. He answered her question the only way he knew how in that moment, pressing his lips to hers and sliding his hungry tongue into the sweetness of her mouth.

  She was surprised. Her body tensed and then relaxed in his embrace. Her tongue came alive against his an
d dueled in the wetness of their kiss. His hand went quickly to her breast, feeling it small and soft through her sweater, her nipple stiff against his palm. Her hand advanced to his lap, squeezed and released his hardness through his jeans.

  "I knew this was going to happen," she whispered between scorching kisses.

  "Do you want to go to a bed?" he asked, smoothing a lock of dark hair from her face.

  Joan shook her head.

  "I'm not ready, Mr. Mars. Not for that." She gave his cock another squeeze. "Let's stay here."

  Spencer cradled her face in one hand, his fingers sinking into the cool silk of her hair.

  "I don't want you to do anything you're not ready for," he said.

  It was her turn to kiss him. She crawled onto his lap, straddling him and hold his stubble covered cheeks in both hands as her mouth opened and her tongue darted between his lips. Her soft ass dropped against his lap and his cock strained against her. She wriggled and pressed. She moaned and stripped off her sweater, exposing her creamy skin and the chocolate lace of her bra, her pink nipples faintly visible through the fabric.

  "You're so sexy," Spencer murmured, holding her hips as she ground her teenage pussy against him.

  "I want you to fuck me," she whispered. "But I'm not ready for that."

  She bounced against him, all but fucking him through two pairs of jeans. She swung off his lap abruptly and peeled her own tight jeans off, exposing her matching panties and shapely white thighs. She prowled back to him, a smile on her face.

  "Do you want me to suck your cock, Mr. Mars?"

  "That would be nice," he said. "Would you like to?"

  "I think I would," she replied, teasing her fingertip against her lips and flicking it lightly with her tongue. "Take out your cock. Show it to me."

  He kept his eyes on her as he unbuckled his belt, taking his time with deliberate motions as he unbuttoned and unzipped and exposed the bulge of his cock contained by his boxer briefs. It was straining to escape. He lifted his ass and dropped his jeans down his legs, kicking off his shoes and pants. Joan came closer, kneeling in front of him and caressing his hairy thighs. She brought her face down to him, inhaling his scent as she pressed her lips and nose against the bulge of his cock.

  "Have you done this before?"

  "Yes," she said, speaking against his cock. "Twice."

  "Your boyfriend?"

  She lifted her face from his hardness and said, "Strangers."

  There was a side to this virginal teen he had not expected. Spencer realized he should have. Katie was the same way once he broke through her bookish exterior to find that molten vein of lust.

  "Tell me," he said.

  "A cop," she said. "He pulled me over for a tail light out. He let me go with a warning. I sucked his cock for that. On my knees beside the open door of his car. Traffic going by us in the night."

  She hooked her fingertips into the waistband of Spencer's underwear. She gently pulled, exposing the hair and the root of his trapped cock. Her lips pressed gently against that glimpsed morsel of his hardness.

  "The other," he said.

  "I didn't know his name or his profession. He was looking at me on a bus. Watching me. When he got off, I got off and followed him to a house." She peeled Spencer's underwear down a little more and her soft lips brushed the top of his shaft. "There were pictures of his wife and kids on the mantle. He sat in a recliner and I sucked his cock. It wasn't very big, not like the cop, but I didn't care. I sucked him off and I didn't even say goodbye. I just left."

  "And I thought Katie was the naughty one," said Spencer.

  Joan smiled as if she knew something, but instead of explaining, she peeled Spencer's underwear down until the fat hose of his cock finally bounced free of confinement. She let out a delighted moan and let his cock fall against her outthrust tongue. The warm wetness of that collision brought a hiss from Spencer. Her soft hand wrapped around his shaft and she began to stroke him.

  "She said you were big," said Joan. "But this is huge."

  "Is it too big for you?" he asked, a hint of challenge in his voice.

  She answered him with her mouth. Her lips parted and the heat of her sucking mouth closed around the head of his cock. Her hand worked steadily from the root of his cock to her lips gliding down and up his cock. She looked at him over the top of her glasses as she sucked, slowly, deeply, and hungrily. Her free hand pushed into her panties and he could see her fingers stretching the fabric as she played with herself.

  "That's it," he groaned, the suction of her mouth carrying him away on a warm tide of pleasure. "Suck that cock and play with that little pussy. Ohhhh...yes...you are good at that. Only twice?

  Joan popped her lips free from his cock, leaving him glistening wet against her chin.

  "Only twice with a man," she said. "I have a girlfriend who taught me to suck cock on her strap on."

  "She sounds like a lot of fun. I'd like to meet her sometime."

  Joan gave him a noncommittal sound as her lips descended on his cock once again. She watched him watching her. He thought he could see her smiling around his cock, although it was hard to tell, but he definitely felt the warm vibration of a pleased chuckle. Her sucking mouth and deft tongue drew him closer and closer to the edge.

  "Take your bra off," he said.

  Her mouth left him with a delicious slurp and hard suction. Joan lifted her head from his throbbing cock. She leaned back, sitting her plump ass against her heels as she reached behind her back and began to unfasten her bra.

  "No man has ever seen them before," she said.

  She unwrapped her lowercase b's for him, teasing out the moment with her hands on her breasts before revealing the exquisite pertness of them. Her areolas and nipples were very small and pink against her pale mounds. She lifted her breasts with her hands and mashed them together.

  "You're beautiful," he said. "Let me see your--"

  She held up a scolding finger.

  "I know where this is going, Mr. Mars. You want to get me naked and then talk me into having sex with you." She slipped her fingers back into her panties and wrapped her other hand back around his cock. "I'm not offended, and I can't pretend I don't want to go along with that, but it's not what I offered. I said I would suck your cock."

  She returned her exquisite mouth to the task and he had no choice but to relent. Spencer let out a long groan and leaned back into the couch and watched her sucking. Her devilish skills dragged him closer and closer to the edge, almost to the brink, when she stopped. She released her hold on his cock and picked up her cold Coke. She let the cool, bubbling liquid fill her mouth, pinched her lips tightly closed and then returned to his cock.

  The sensation was like nothing he had experienced before. He'd had a girlfriend who put ice in her mouth, another who put peppermint, but never a cold Coke. The bubbly liquid tickled his cock even as her tongue stirred it around him. The coolness faded in the warmth of her mouth, but the tickling bubbles remained, even became more agitated as she bobbed on him without spilling a drop.

  "Ohhhhh fuck," he moaned. "I can't...you're going to make cum. You're going to...ahhh..."

  She swallowed the Coke and let her hot mouth do all the work. Her bobbing slowed. Her tongue lashed mercilessly at the sensitive spot beneath his glans. His orgasm tightened in his belly and he fought the urge to grab her head and fuck roughly into her mouth. She was in control of the tempo of his pleasure and she played him like an instrument. His pleasure surged.

  Joan's eyes winced as his cum burst into her throat. For a moment, he remembered Maddy, wincing as Bryce launched his cum into her mouth. Then Spencer was lost in the hot, throbbing release of his orgasm. She bobbed slowly on him, timing her strokes to match the powerful spurts of his cum. Like her sister, Joan was no deepthroat artist, but unlike Katie, she seemed to have developed an incredible skill for blowjobs by practicing with her girlfriend.

  "Jesus Christ," he laughed as she tongued him in her mouth and coaxed out the last
twitching drops of cum. "You're amazing."

  So amazing that he did not mind when she slid up his body and kissed him on the mouth. The salty taste of his cum could not dispel the deep attraction he felt for this incredibly hot and naughty virgin teenager. He pulled her back onto his lap, his shrinking cock pinned beneath her thigh. He kissed her until she pushed him away with both hands on his chest.

  "I have to go, Mr. Mars," she whispered. "But I'm excited about living here. Do you think you'll come and visit sometimes?"

  He slid his hand down her side and ventured a squeeze of her luscious ass.

  "I think I'll have a few reasons to stop by from time to time."

  "Good. I might have need of a big, strong, hunk guy like you."

  She slid off his lap and stood. He watched her dress and she was in no hurry, pulling on her jeans and shoes before bothering with her bra. Her breasts were small, but she clearly was not self-conscious about them and he agreed with that. Her tits were mouth-watering. He was disappointed when she finally covered them up. He took the opportunity to tuck away his flaccid cock.

  Spencer escorted Joan to the front door.

  "You sure you don't want me to walk you to the dorm?"

  "Oh, no, I'll be fine. I have a taser if there are any rapists prowling." She reached into her purse. "Which reminds me...Katie wanted me to give you this note."

  She handed him a folded note with "FOR SPENCER" written on one side. He opened it and his eyes bulged at what he read.

  "Dear Spencer," began the note. "If you are reading this then I am passed out somewhere nearby. You might have noticed I was drinking very heavily. That's because I wanted to pass out. I give me full consent to you to do whatever you want to me while I am unconscious. Keep this note if you're worried about that. ANYTHING goes."

  Spencer looked up from the note in disbelief. Joan was already halfway down the walkway towards the sidewalk. She looked back over her shoulder and gave him that mischievous smile with a little extra wink. She must have read the note.

  The note was insane. Spencer had never even considered molesting an unconscious woman. On one level, the very idea was repellent to him. But he could not deny the perverse allure of treating Katie like a sex doll. Just once. Just to see what it was like. And if she had gone to the trouble of planning this out, who was he to deny her? It obviously satisfied one of Katie's own urges.