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 went up to the bedroom where Katie was still sprawled on the bed face down. Deep snores shook her body. The jacket he had put over her was discarded on the floor and her unkempt red hair hid her face from him. He watched her sleeping, feeling more and more like a sick creep, yet more and more turned on.

  Her ass looked amazing in those jeans and his thoughts drifted to Maddy and Bryce in the kitchen. Bryce peeling off her jeans and panties. Smearing spit into Maddy's ass and fucking her with his big, teenage dick.

  "Fuck," muttered Spencer as his cock went stiff. "Fuck this. Is this what you want? Is this what you want, Katie?"

  He put his hand on her ass and shook her. She didn't budge. He pulled the hair away from her face. Her cheek was burrowed into the mattress, her lips open and her face still flushed from all the booze. She was sound asleep.

  "Alright," he said. "Alright. You win. I'll do it."

  He undressed himself first, folding and placing his clothing in a neat pile. The room seemed so bright with the light on, so he turned it off. With no curtains on the windows, the moonlight was more than enough to see Katie and her slender body. Undressing her was more difficult. He slid his hand beneath her and unbuttoned her jeans. He had to work hard to pull them down beneath her round ass. He stopped with her thighs together and her tight jeans peeled down to just below her buttocks.

  He caressed the warm softness of her ass. He smacked his lips against it. His lust and his actions took on a growing momentum. He left her jeans at her knees and pulled her ass up with arm beneath her pelvis. He spread her cheeks and admired her pussy, smooth and delicate, and her pink asshole.

  "You want that cute little ass fucked?" he muttered. "Yeah? Alright, baby, I'll fuck that ass. I'll fuck it good."

  He climbed onto the bed behind her, shifting her body and straddling the backs of her thighs as he took his hard cock in his hand. He spit onto his fingers and scooped the spit into the hot valley of her ass. He spread the liquid and found the soft divot of her hole. He slowly worked his spit-slimed fingers into her little picker, pushing and twisting and smearing the spit until she opened up. He fucked Katie's ass with one and then two fingers. He squeezed a third in, spreading her pucker wide and working more of his spit into her hole.

  Every touch, every push of his fingers, he expected her to wake up. She stirred. She moaned. She did not wake up. He slipped his fingers out of her slowly-closing gape and rose high on his knees. She was pinned beneath him, her heart-shaped ass raised and her pink hole ready for him. He stroked her cheeks and spread her wide as he let the head of his cock find her asshole.

  "Yesss," he groaned at the warm tightness of her pucker. "Here it comes, baby."

  He held her ass with both hands as he pushed his cock past her clenching ring and into the hot tunnel of Katie's ass. She let out a whine of pain or pleasure in her sleep and her ring squeezed against him in an unconscious effort to push him out. He held fast, pushing deeper, filling her hot tunnel with the throbbing hardness of his dick.

  It was no epic lovemaking session. It was hot and intense and he pounded her ass hard, wanting her to wake up, wanting her to beg him to stop. She didn't. She grunted and whined, but never lifted her head from the bed as he powered his swollen dick between her pale cheeks and into the hot grasp of her ass.

  "Oh, fuck," he groaned, feeling his cum begin to churn. "Maddy. Maddy, I'm going to cum inside that ass."

  For a few seconds, he lost all sense of who she was and what he was doing. Katie was his daughter, his sweet, auburn-haired daughter. He leaned over her and powered his cock into her clenching hole. He couldn't stand it any longer. With a loud, straining grunt, his pleasure burst from his cock and pumped into her asshole.

  "Yes, baby. Yesssss. Daddy is cumming."

  He stroked into Katie, lost in his fantasy as his balls emptied into Katie's raised butt. He finished and his strokes slowed. He lay atop her, catching his breath and forced to confront the guilty reality of what he had just done and said. He had fucked the ass of an unconscious woman and he had fantasized she was his teenage daughter.

  He grunted in disgust and rolled off Katie. He didn't want to see the mess he had made. He knew the load was huge and he could imagine in it drooling out of Katie's spread rim. He rolled onto his back, cock resting against his thigh, and he fell asleep.

  When he awoke, he was still naked, although his cock seemed to have been cleaned. He pulled on the clothes he had left in a pile. There was no sign of Katie in the upstairs. When he ventured down into the kitchen, he found another note from her positioned like a little tent on the kitchen island.

  "Thanks for last night, Mr. Mars. You were a total gentleman and I will enjoy feeling that all day long while I sit through classes. Almost like you left a part of you inside me. XOXOXO Katie."

  He sighed.

  "What am I doing?" he said to himself. "This has to stop or it will only get worse."

  If only Spencer had had the strength to listen to himself...

  Chapter Ten

  Spencer Mars felt a little bit like a shepherd or maybe even a prophet of some sort of cult as he led the girls through the finished sorority house. It was the first time he had seen them all together in the same place. They were looking at him and following him, hanging on his words and giddy with excitement at seeing the product of his labors. Karen, Tamara and Gillian surrounded Maddy and whispered about each new room Spencer showed to them. Katie and her sister Joan talked more quietly to each other, but with no less excitement.

  "All of your bedrooms are in the upstairs," Spencer explained, finishing the tour of their bedrooms. "Mine is in the basement next to the nursery. But let's have a look at the sitting room and nursing room first."

  He walked them downstairs. There was a limit to how much he could spend on the house and he had well surpassed that amount, maxing out two of his credit cards in the process of outfitting the house with all the furniture it needed.

  "The main room here," he gestured to the large and very open living area, "is where you girls can hang out and have parties. Nice hardwood all throughout the ground level. I put in table tennis and pool, a big screen TV. Lots of comfy couches."

  "This is awesome, Mr. M," said Tamara.

  They all agreed, but their excitement was tempered by the fact that they had all seen this part of the house. He continued into the kitchen, with its large island and lots of counter space, along with a double fridge.

  "This one is for breast milk," he said. "And regular milk, when you get to that."

  Katie and Joan tittered at the breast milk comment, but he was very serious about it. Maddy and Gillian had both just started lactating and Karen and Tamara, close to term, were beginning to pump their own milk. He had a particular surprise for them.

  "Over here is what I call the nursing nook," he said and opened the door to the ten by ten room. "There is a sound system so you can play some music and drawers here with the breast pumps and extra supplies. I want everything to be convenient for you girls."

  "Will you help us, Mr. Mars?" asked Gillian, fondling her swollen breasts and earning a smack on the shoulder from Spencer's daughter.

  "Don't talk about that sort of thing when I'm in the room," she said, going red in the face.

  "Yeah, but you totally know it goes on," interjected Karen, cradling her greatly enlarged chest. "Your dad loves to play with our milky tits."

  "Alllllright," said Spencer, going a bit red in the face himself. "Let's move on to the play area."

  He shared a knowing glance and smile with Gillian. He had eagerly sucked the milk from her breasts on more than one occasion and of all the girls in the house she was the closest to being his girlfriend. She seemed to understand that he was going to share his cock with any girl in the house who wanted it, with the exception of his daughter, but he knew Gillian burned with jealousy sometimes. Especially when it came to Katie and Joan, the recent additions to the house. He gave Gillian a reassuring squeeze on her plump bottom as she p
assed him by.

  Spencer continued out of the kitchen and showed the girls a smaller den with a TV that he called the play area because it was specifically designed with moms watching their babies in mind. The basement was the nursery, with a half dozen cribs, changing tables and a sink and two washers and two driers.

  "It's awesome," said the redheaded geek girl Katie. "I love it."

  "Me too, Mr. Mars," said Katie's raven-haired sister Joan.

  "We need to have a party, daddy," said Spencer's daughter. "No booze, of course, but something to celebrate Alpha Gamma Mu opening its doors."

  "Rush week starts this weekend," offered Katie.

  "Perfect!" said Tamara and they all agreed with her.

  When Spencer offered no resistance, the tour broke up into an excited party planning committee. Feeling every year of forty eight, Spencer headed back down to the basement and his private bedroom. It was the biggest of all the bedrooms, sacrificing the light of the above ground floors for more space. He had built it with a nice TV, love seat and even his own private shower and bathroom.

  Spencer had also installed a mini-fridge next to his bed and made sure it was fully-stocked with Coronas and limes. It had been a long day and he was glad to kick off his shoes, flop down in his easy chair and crack open a beer. He turned on the history channel to watch something about Iwo Jima. By his third beer, he was ready to climb Mount Suribachi with his brother marines and hoist that flag, even if it was a photo op.

  He was just cracking open the fourth beer when there came a knock at his door.

  "Come on in," he called.

  He flicked the bottle cap into the trash can and stuffed a wedge of lime down the neck of the beer bottle. The door opened and the slender redhead Katie stepped into his bedroom. Her sister prowled into the room behind her. Both girls had similar facial features - elfin chins, high cheekbones and long, slender necks - to compliment similarly tight and youthful bodies. Katie's was a bit fuller in the breast and Joan's showed she spent more time running with her firm, round ass.

  "Heyyy," said Spencer. "Sorry I don't have any chairs to offer. What's up, you two?"

  The sisters exchanged a glance and then crept past him and climbed onto his bed. They reclined together on the faux fur of the comforter.

  "I'm pregnant," said Katie, obviously at ease with this revelation.

  It didn't exactly come as a surprise to Spencer, up until a week ago he had been banging Katie's brains out every other night and she always insisted he cum inside her. It was what she wanted. Her sister, Joan, had so far been far more protective of her own womb. She had been very willing to play around with Spencer and for all her chastity when it came to intercourse she was incredibly dirty when it came to everything else.

  "That's fantastic," said Spencer, standing up from his chair and jumping onto the bed wildly enough to make the giggling girls bounce. He wrapped his arms around Katie and gave her a big smooch.

  "Ewwwww, you taste like beer!" she said.

  He peered deeply into her blue eyes, magnified to almost cartoon levels by her glasses.

  "I know you wanted it, Katie. I'm so happy for you. For us." He queued up his usual line and filled it with his real and raw emotion. "I will do anything I can to help you and that baby."

  His second kiss with Katie was real and hot, not some beery smooch, but a full-on open-mouth tongue-twister. She moaned into his mouth and he felt the heat of her body against him. Her silky red hair smelled like flowers. Her body was pale as cream peeking out from her oversized t-shirt. She was wearing running shorts that left most of her legs bare. His cock stiffened in the heat of their kiss.

  "Mmmmm, now, now, Mr. Mars. You've got to hold on." Katie pushed him gently away. "Joan has something to tell you too."

  He reluctantly rolled onto his side to get a look at Joan. She had that same mischievous smile she always had on her face and was kneeling on the bed. Her loose shirt didn't quite cover her toned midriff and her shorts were bunched up her thighs and around her shapely hips.

  "What do you have to tell me?" asked Spencer.

  "I'm ready," she said. "I want it too."

  "It?"

  Katie leaned across him and stroked her hand over her sisters's flat tummy.

  "A baby, silly," she said.

  Both girls giggled at Spencer's surprise and Katie climbed over him to embrace her sister. The two girls kissed, a bit more vigorously than sisters should and when they separated, a strand of glistening saliva momentarily connected their full lips. They giggled and looked at him, their eyes sparkling with desire and their faces flushed with lust. These two were even naughtier than he had thought.

  Spencer sat up and did his best to shake off the beers he'd been drinking before this dick-stiffening fantasy showed up at his door. He looked at Joan seriously.

  "Are you sure you're ready for this?"

  "I'm not a virgin," she said. "There is a girl--"

  "I'm not talking about a strap-on," he said. "I'm talking about feeling a real, hard cock inside you. Feeling my lust thrusting it deep into you until I explode and fill your pussy with cum. Again and again if I have to."

  "Ohhhh," cried Joan, clutching at her chest as if she might lose a pearl necklace.

  Katie giggled and stroked her sister's dark hair from Joan's face.

  "She's ready," said Katie. "We talked about it a bunch. She said she wants a baby just like me. She doesn't want to be the only girl here not pregnant. Isn't that right?"

  Joan looked at her sister, bit her lower lip, and then nodded seriously at Spencer. He almost laughed at her earnestness. It was good. He liked it when a girl knew what she wanted and knew how serious it was that she wanted a baby. He put one arm around Joan's slender shoulders and the other around Katie's waist.

  "I want to hear you say it, sweetie. Tell me, 'I want you to put a baby inside me.'"

  "I do," said Joan.

  "Say those words," he insisted.

  "I want...I want you to put a baby inside me."

  His kiss was fire on her lips and he opened her mouth with his tongue. She yielded to him as he slipped free of Katie and pushed Joan back onto the bed. He spread her thighs with his legs and ran his hand between them to the gusset of her tight shorts. Her mound was soft and warm beneath the taut fabric. He stroked its contours and rubbed at the fabric, pushing it into her groove. She gasped into his kiss, her pleasure escaping like steam from between them.

  "I'll leave you two alone," said Katie, kneeling beside them.

  Spencer lifted his head and reached out with one arm to bring Katie into range. She did not resist him as he pulled her face down and greeted her with a kiss every bit as scorching as the one he'd just given to her sister. Katie was equally eager and her hand caressed his muscular shoulders through his shirt.

  "I think we need to get his clothes off," Katie said to her sister.

  Beneath him, Joan giggled in reply, and Spencer felt her laughter wherever their bodies touched. He did not resist as the sexy sisters conspired to undress him. They giggled together as they rolled him onto his back and tugged his shirt until the tails left his blue jeans.

  His bare chest was lightly furry and they bent down beside each other to kiss his well-defined muscles. Their hot mouths moved and licked from his shoulders down to his chest. It was Joan who found her way to a nipple and lightly sucked, sending surprising bolts of pleasure through his body. He cradled both of their silky-haired heads against his chest as their hot tongues teased his nipples.

  Their kisses moved lower, trailing over his washboard stomach to his jeans. Joan unbuttoned him. Katie unzipped him. Together, the sisters tugged his Levis down from his waist and shucked them off his legs. He was amused by their struggles and did not lift his butt off the bed or offer any help. They laughed together, fighting to get them off his legs. When they finally pulled loose, Joan nearly tumbled off the bed, her loose shirt fall up around her neck and exposing the cute pink bra worn over her pert breasts.

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sp; "Get it together, Joanie," laughed Katie.

  "I've got something here for you two," said Spencer, stroking the hardness in his boxers. "A little present for you both."

  "Oh, yeah?" giggled Katie. "Can we share it?"

  She crawled back up to his waist and was rejoined by Joan. The laughter fell away into the hot seriousness of their desires as they leaned down to his boxers and stroked their hands over his cock. It was Joan who reached in and fished it out, grasping his impressive length tightly and gently stroking up and down. Her hands seemed small, even with both of them working his length. Katie added her hand and sent the other between his thighs to stroke at Spencer's balls.

  "Ohhhh god, I always forget how huge this thing is," Katie moaned.

  "I don't," said Joan. "But maybe that's because half the time I'm fantasizing about getting fucked by this...huge fucking dick."

  "You've got a mouth on you," laughed Spencer. "Why don't you put it to use."

  He reached a hand out to her head, but he didn't need to guide Joan. Her mouth descended on his cock and in a moment he felt the exquisite softness of her lips, opening up against his cockhead and slipping down onto him, surrounding him with her hot mouth. She moaned as she began to suck him, slowly and very wetly, bobbing on his tip while one hand continued to work his shaft.

  "Hey now," interjected Katie. "You're supposed to share that."

  Joan's lips popped free and Katie's quickly descended. Her sucking was less urgent, her tongue more active and she could not take his cock quite as deep as Joan. Hardly criticism that Spencer would fill out on the opinion card at the end of his blowjob. His head dropped back against the headboard and he groaned with absolute bliss as Katie sucked him.

  Soon enough, Joan wanted back in on the action and the two girls were fencing tongues over his cock. Though their kiss might have been shared across his aching tip, there was nothing incestuous about it. Their focus was on him and their kissing was incidental. Part of the process of licking and sucking all over his straining fucktool.