Bred By Two Men (MFM impregnation Three-Pack)

C
onstruction was hard work and long
hours. Tirelessly swinging a hammer, carrying heavy ladders, and then going to
the gym regularly gave me huge muscles. All of that work tends to give me a big
appetite, and there's nowhere I liked going more after work than Sunday's.

Sunday's was the type of place that
was stuck in the 1950s. The food was greasy and delicious. The prices were low,
and the waitresses brought food out to your car on roller skates. That really
was the main draw for me. Cute girls, some wearing skirts, serving you food
while rolling around on those cute little skates.

It was a popular place to go for
everyone, and sometimes after work a bunch of us from a job site would stop off
there. We were a popular sight in this town, a bunch of muscular men who had
money to spend.

About three months ago, we all had
to work late. A foundation of concrete was being poured for a new house, and
that meant we all worked until it was finished. With concrete, you can't stop
until it is done or the whole thing is ruined.

One thing about working concrete is
that it is exhausting. It comes out as a liquid, but it's still heavy, and as
it dries it becomes harder and harder to manipulate. Then, the finishing work
is on hands and knees, slowly smoothing out the slab so that the house can be
built on it safely.

By the time the day was over at
8:30 pm, everyone was dead to the world. Not only was I tired, I was starving,
and had no one to cook for me back at home. Most people had families to go home
to, but I was still single.

"Who's up for some
Sunday's?" I asked. A few grunts and groans was all the answer I got as my
coworkers trudged to their cars. There would be no party at Sunday's tonight. I
sighed and started towards my car. I probably had some Hot Pockets or
something.

"Sunday's sounds great!"
I heard behind me. I turned and smiled. Mike was just coming out of the trailer
that was our mobile tool shed.

Mike was one of the only other
single guys on our crew. He was a really funny guy, but a complete womanizer,
and sometimes he got out of control when he drank. Mike was pretty good looking
and at least as muscular as I was, so he tended to draw the ladies to himself
whenever we went out together. Still, he was fun to be around, and I welcomed
the company.

"Do you want a ride?" I
asked.

"Nah," he replied.
"I just got my truck washed, so I won't be drinking. Wouldn't want to
wreck it when it looks this pretty."

I looked at his truck, a Ford F350.
I whistled. "That is a pretty truck. Too bad it's a Ford." I smiled
as I looked over at my truck, a Chevy Silverado. "Real men drive
Chevys."

"Whatever. I'll meet you over
there?" he asked.

"Sounds good."

––––––––

A
s I pulled into the drive through
area, I noticed the place was deserted. That wasn't too surprising for a
Thursday night, and they were going to close soon anyway. I got there before
Mike, and took the spot at the end of the row of parking spots. I already knew
what I wanted, but I pressed the call button to let whoever was inside know
that I needed a menu.

The doors opened, and out came my
favorite waitress. Ashley was a tiny girl, five foot nothing, barely a hundred
pounds. She was energetic, always serving food with a smile. Her long brown
hair swished behind her as she skated up to my car. Today she was wearing a
pair of short jean shorts and a white tank top under her Sunday's apron. I
watched her closely as she rolled up to my car, wondering what it would be like
to pound that pussy...

"Hi, Mr. Nelson!" she
said, a bright smile on her lips. "Looks like you're my last customer for
tonight." She hung on my window, looking up and down at me. She was always
checking out my muscles, and she wasn't very good at hiding how good looking
she thought I was. I sighed inwardly every time she checked me out. At nineteen
years old, she was little more than half my age.

"There's one more from my crew
coming, is that okay?" I asked.

"Sure!" she said.
"As long as there's just one. We had someone call in sick, so I'm working
the kitchen by myself tonight too, but you know we like to take care of you
boys here."

Many of my fantasies involved her
"taking care of us", but I'd never let this sweet girl know that.
Just as I thought that, Mile's truck pulled up. "Here he is now."

Mike pulled his truck up next to
mine, close enough that Ashley hugged up against my car to avoid getting hit.
Her hair flowed into my car, and I inhaled the smell of her shampoo. Mike
rolled his passenger side window down.

"What are you having,
Matt?" he asked.

"The usual, a double
cheeseburger and fries," I said.

"I'll take the same," he
called across.

"Alright, two doubles and two
fries. I'll be back out with your bill in a moment," she said.

"Wait a minute," I said.
I knew it was about $12.50, so I pulled out a $20 and handed it to her.
"Keep the rest, we appreciate you taking care of us,"

"Aw, Mr. Nelson, you're so
sweet," she said with a smile. She leaned in and gave me a peck on the
lips. I almost returned the kiss, but thought it would be inappropriate. She
looked at me shyly as she pulled away, then turned and left. She skated away,
and I watched her ass as she left. She was so tiny, no more than half my
weight. If we did hook up, I would just end up smothering her in bed.

Mike was watching her ass too. When
the front doors to the restaurant closed, he turned back to me. "You've
got a thing for her, don't you?"

I laughed. "She's the cutest
girl that works here for sure, but she's a little young for me," I said.

"Well, she's got a thing for
you, that's for sure." Mike looked me over, conspiracy in his eye.
"You want to have some fun tonight?"

I knew what he was thinking, and I
was uncomfortable with the thought. "Whatever you've got in mind, it's
probably a bad idea."

"Well, no harm in trying. If
it looks like I'm succeeding, go along with it," he said.

There was plenty of harm in trying,
and I almost certainly wouldn't be going along with whatever he was about to
do. However, I didn't try to dissuade him, so I just shrugged.

I spent the next few minutes while
Ashley cooked our food up fantasizing about her. The two of us, in front of a
fire, her tiny body sprawled out underneath me while I fucked her silly. Her
nails scratching on my back, she would beg me to cum inside her, and I would,
filling her up completely. I was getting hard in my pants just thinking about
it, and if Mike hadn't been one car over, I might have started rubbing my cock
through my pants.

Soon enough Ashley came out with a
tray of food. As she skated past the front of Mike's truck, he got out of the
driver's seat and walked behind her. Ashley came up to my window, all smiles.

"Two doubles, two fries. I've
turned the burners and fry cooker off, so that will be all I can make for you
tonight," she said.

I smiled. "This will be fine
thanks."

She smiled back, pleased with
herself. Suddenly, Mike leaned on my car next to her.

"So, now that you're off work,
what are you up to?" he asked.

"Excuse me?" she asked.

"Matt and I were just talking
about how pretty you were, and were wondering if you wanted to hang out with us
tonight," Mike said.

Ashley turned back to me. "You
think I'm pretty?" she said, color rushing to her face.

I took a deep breath, not wanting
to fuck this up for the both Mike and I. "Absolutely," I replied.
"What do you say?"

She looked me up and down, but
eventually her eyes fixated on my huge bicep that was in the window of the car.
Her gaze caused my erection to spring to life.

"Yeah, okay. Where do you want
to hang out?" she asked.

"How about right here?"
Mike asked. He reached out and grabbed her waist, bringing her in for a kiss.
They locked lips, and she gasped. She pulled away.

"Are you crazy? People could
see us!"

I opened my door and stepped out.
This was a make-or-break moment, and now I wanted it. I wanted her.
"Nobody can see anything between our two trucks," I said, and leaned
in. I wrapped my arms around her, lightly pulling on the strings of her apron.
It fell away easily. I could tell she was justifying it to herself,
surrendering to our advances. I leaned in, brushed her long hair from her face
and kissed her. She wrapped her hands around the back of my neck and kissed me
back.

"Alright!" Mike cried
behind me. He took his own shirt off. He always was the first to try to get
naked at a party.

Ashley made out with me furiously.
She was so tiny, I thought. I grabbed her jean shorts and lifted, and as she
rose up she wrapped her legs around me. Her roller skates hit me in my back a
little bit, but I didn't care. She was so light, lighter than many of the
ladders I carried around the job site. Her ass felt so tight and muscular in my
hands, probably from all the roller skating she had to do.

As she continued kissing me, Mike
got behind her and pulled at the bottom of her shirt. For a moment, I thought
she would resist him. My vanity told me that she only wanted this with me, but
she lifted her hands up and let him pull the tank top off. As her skin became
uncovered, I looked her up and down. Not an ounce of fat on her, until her
tits. As Mike unfastened her bra, I watched as two pleasant B-cup tits were
revealed. They were compact but very perky, two perfect half-globes. I had only
seen boobs this perfect in pornography before.

"Damn!" I said, and
Ashley turned red again. Mike's hands reached around from behind her and
grabbed her tits. She leaned back into Mike as he kissed her neck, her hands
reaching up to grab his hair. Her legs, still wrapped around me, were
supporting her weight just fine, so I took the opportunity to take my own shirt
off, revealing my gigantic pectoral muscles. I ran my hand up her smooth leg,
from her roller skate to her shorts. She was writhing a little bit as Mike
massaged her tits, obviously enjoying this experience.

My fingers danced across her jean
shorts to her waist, feeling the smooth skin of her skinny sides. She began to
rock against me, pulling me in with her legs and grinding against me. I
squeezed her waist and lifted, and she unwrapped her legs from around me. I set
her on the ground and Mike turned her around. She almost lost her balance on
her skates, but managed to fall into Mike. Mike wasted no time, grabbing her by
the arms and lowering her down.

She got on her knees on the parking
lot's asphalt and stayed there as Mike undid his pants and worked his cock out.
I watched as she began to lick the tip of it, looking up at Mike. She had one
hand on Mike's dick, and she looked like she was giving him all her attention,
but her other hand strayed over to my pants, massaging the massive bulge that
waited for her there. I heard her moan.

"Matt can get his own dick out
of his pants," Mike said, as he grabbed Ashley's head and slid his cock as
far in as it would go. Ashley pressed both her hands against his hips, and
managed to get away.

"Gentle!" she cried out,
looking up at him.

"Sweetheart, the word 'gentle'
isn't in my vocabulary," Mike said as he worked his cock back into her
mouth. She accepted it, and he started to fuck her face, though maybe he was
being a little more gentle now. I got my own cock out, and stuck it next to her
head.

"Looks like Matt wants some too,"
Mike said. Ashley looked over at me and smiled. She kept one hand on Mike's
dick, jerking him off slowly, while she licked and sucked the tip of my dick
while looking up at me. It was like heaven, this tiny girl sucking me off.

"Oh for fuck's sake, do I have
to do everything for you?" Mike asked. He grabbed the poor girl's head by
her hair and started moving her head back and forth. I'm afraid that, despite
her discomfort, it felt so good that my eyes rolled up into my head. I put my
own hand on her head and began to thrust gently, and Mike stopped pushing. She
let me fuck her face for a full minute before pushing me back, gasping and
drooling.

"That's fucking hot,"
Mike said. Nobody said anything, so he grabbed Ashley's face and turned it
towards himself. "I said you're fucking hot when your face is covered in
tears and spit. Why do you blush when Matt gives you a compliment and not when
I do?" She was still gasping and recovering, not able to say anything,
when he shoved his dick back in her mouth. He grabbed her hair in two handfuls,
thrusting deeply. I heard her gag a few times, but Mike was completely right.
It was fucking hot.

Mike lifted her back up by her hair
and brought her over to his truck. She put her hands against it as he got
behind her. He unbuttoned her jeans, and slid them down to her knees. Her
underwear was nothing fancy, just some plain white panties. I moved over to her
side and looked her in the eyes. She looked distressed, but when we locked eyes
she seemed to melt a little bit. Her face was covered with drool, but I didn't
care. I went in for a kiss, and she returned it deeply. She was so hot.

"Oh yeah," Mike said. He
got behind her and slid one of his hands down the front of her panties. She
moaned into my mouth and wrapped her arms around the back of my neck. I had no
idea exactly what Mike was doing, but whatever it was, Ashley was enjoying it.

Mike slowly worked her panties down
with his other hand. I looked and saw her toned ass, practically shining in the
setting sun. Mike worked her panties down to about halfway down her thigh
before taking both hands and tearing along the back seam.

"Hey!" she cried, but it
was too late. There was nothing left of the panties but a patch of fabric
attached to the elastic waistband.