Bred By Two Men (MFM impregnation Three-Pack) (2 page)

Mike stuffed the fabric that he had
taken in his pants' back pocket. "A souvenir," he said. He moved his
hand back to her pussy. She moaned as he began to finger her, and I went back
to kissing her.

Mike got behind her, sticking his
cock between her legs. The roller skates gave her just the right amount of
lift, and Mike barely had to stoop down to be in the right position. His hand
guided it toward her opening. She stopped kissing me, paralyzed. She looked
back at him, right before he entered her. "Just... don't come inside me,
okay?"

"Sure, babe," Mike
replied. He thrust inside her, and she gasped. I saw her grimace, but Mike
didn't even slow down. He pushed all the way inside of her, pushed until she
whimpered, then pulled out and pushed in all the way again. She began to moan,
her eyes closed.

Her face looked so sexy, I couldn't
help myself. I moved her away from the truck a little bit, then leaned against
it myself. I moved her face down, putting it at eye level with my cock, and
prodded her mouth with it. She opened her eyes just long enough to stick my
cock in her mouth, then closed them again. She put her hands against my hips.

Mike rolled her on her roller
skates, letting the two of us stay still while she rolled back and forth,
pleasuring both of our dicks. She moaned around my dick, showing me exactly how
much she was enjoying being the center of our attention.

Now, I've known Mike a while, and
he has a little bit of a reputation around the crew. Able to seduce just about
any woman, but once he gets them into bed, he's a little, well, quick. Tonight
was no exception. Soon enough, her rocking back and forth wasn't enough, and he
began to thrust into her, quickly. She must have had no idea what was coming,
but suddenly her eyes shot open and she straightened up. She tried to turn
around, but Mike just pushed her into me. On the roller skates, she couldn't
possibly get out of this position. She looked up at me, a surprised look on her
face.

"Oh. Oh man. Oh, that's such
good pussy," Mike said, thrusting a few more times. Ashley's hand
immediately went to her pussy, where Mike's cum was leaking out of her already.
A river of cum was running from her pussy into her jeans, and she didn't look
happy at all.

I figured my night of fun was over.
After all, she had explicitly said that she didn't want him to cum inside her,
so I got out from in front of her. She let it leak for a moment longer while
Mike sat down on the step up to his passenger side, clearly exhausted.

Then, she surprised me. She turned
around and skated over to my car. She put her hands against the side, then
whipped her hair back, letting it fall across her back. She put her hand in her
hair, seeming to play with it for a moment, as she looked down, then looked
back at me. What she wanted to say couldn't have been clearer even if she had
spoke them. Mike smacked my ass and said, "Your turn."

I got behind her. Mike's cum was
still dripping out of her, but I had to have her. Her movement was still
restricted by her jeans being halfway down her legs, but she was still ready
for whatever I had to dish out.

I got behind her and wrapped one
hand around her tits and the other around her neck. She tensed up, but I
whispered in her ear as I kissed it. "Relax." She seemed to do just
that, trusting me as I entered her slick cunt. I was a bit bigger than Mike
was, both in length and girth, so when I pushed all the way in, she gasped
again. As I fucked her, she began to moan, and the grip of my hand became
tighter. I could feel my cock pulling Mike's cum out of her, coating my cock.

When I heard her start to wheeze, I
backed off a little bit. I moved both my hands to her hips, and really began to
gave it to her. She moved one of her own hands down to her clit, while moving
the other to my hair. Her face flattened against the side of my truck as I
railed against her.

As her moans became louder, I
became more excited. I looked down at her beautiful ass, bouncing against my
dick as I pounded her pussy. I moved one hand up her back, slowly. She
shuddered as I passed the small of her back, and I eventually ended up holding
onto one of her shoulders.

Her eyes rolled into her head
before she closed them. "I'm gonna cum," she said, her mouth dropping
slightly.

I grabbed her hair and pulled back,
and she cried out. "Where do you want me to cum?" I asked between
clenched teeth.

"Cum in me. Cum in my
pussy," she said, practically a whisper.

"What was that? I couldn't
hear you," I said. This was like my fantasy, except for in front of a
fireplace, it was right next to my beautiful Chevy truck. My dreams came true.

"Cum in my pussy,
please!" she cried out.

Mike laughed behind me. "You
better give her what she wants!"

I had every intention of doing so.
As I felt her muscles tense, I thrust hard within her. I watched her tits
bounce, her ass bounce, and her hair wave through the air. As her pussy
clenched, I felt the first wave of sperm leave me. Her cervix opened, allowing
my seed to travel deep inside of her. Her cries of orgasm intensified as she
realized I was filling her. I could feel her pussy sucking on my cock, milking
it, taking every bit of me that it could. I spurted again and again inside of
her, using her body for my own pleasure.

As soon as her orgasm was over, she
collapsed against the truck. Her legs began to shake, exhausted from spending
the day skating around and now being used the way she was. I pulled out, and
again, an explosion of semen came from inside her, splashing into her jeans.
She looked grossed out for a moment, then looked back at me and smiled. She
pulled her shorts up, then found her bra and shirt and put those on too. She
took one last look at me, then skated away.

"Are those burgers in your
car? I'm fucking starved, dude," Mike said as he pushed past me.

––––––––

S
o that was what happened three
months ago. I had seen her a couple times since then, but she just smiled at me
and took my order as usual. Neither of us brought up what had happened. I was
sure there would never be a repeat. Mike of course told the entire work crew,
and I just made the jerkoff sign. Who knows if they believe him or not?

They'll believe him soon enough.
For lunch today I stopped in at Sunday's. There, skating around, was Ashley.
Only she was no longer a hundred pounds, she was probably about a hundred ten.
And her formally tiny body now had a tiny baby bump. And she looked at me like
she was dying for me to ask the question. I played dumb, but I won't be able to
for much longer. I told Mike. I swear it's his kid, since he came in her first.
He swears it's mine, since I pulled all his cum out when I fucked her.

I guess we'll find out soon who
knocked up the roller skate waitress.

Roughly Breeding the Colonel's
Teenage Daughter

"A
lright, boys. I'm not going
to tell you what to do, tonight. I'm going to trust that you all do the right
thing. Just remember that we ship out tomorrow at 0600."

Sarge paced in front of us. He was
a pretty big asshole, but he knew how far to push his troops. The night before
we all shipped out to Afghanistan was not the time to be a hard ass.

He looked at all of us, but the
younger soldiers in particular. "Now, I know what some of you are
thinking. I'm about to go off to war. There's a real possibility that I might
die, so tonight I'm going to live like it's my last night on Earth. I don't
blame you, but I'm not going to have any sympathy for you if you do something
dumb."

He turned his back to us, looking
at the flag in front of us. "This will be my fourth tour of duty, and I've
seen it all on the last night before deployment. I've seen soldiers lose their
nerve and go AWOL. I've seen soldiers get drunk and pick a fight with a police
officer. I've seen soldiers throw thousands of dollars they didn't have at a
stripper."

He turned back towards us.
"I'm just here to tell you that, no matter what, you'll have to face the consequences
of your actions tonight. And if you miss movement tomorrow, the consequences
will be more severe than you've ever seen me dish out."

He stood at attention in front of
us. "One last thing. I want your bags staged outside at 0530. The last one
with their bags outside will be holding the bucket for anyone who is still hung
over on the bus ride to the airport. Have a good time tonight. Fall out!"

I watched as every soldier in their
teens and early twenties ran back to the barracks to change into civilian
clothes. At 25, I felt a little more dignified about it, but I was still eager
myself. This was my first tour, even though I had been in the military for a
couple years longer than most of these recruits. But I did have appearances to
keep up, so I took my sweet time walking back.

"Specialist Hutchinson!"
I heard a voice call behind me. I looked back. Another soldier ran up to catch
me."

"How many times do I have to
tell you? When we're not in formation it's just 'Hutch'. What can I do for you,
Dust?" I said.

Private Dustin Martin, better known
in the platoon as 'Dust', smiled at me. "What are you planning on doing
tonight?"

I smiled back. "I know a lot
of the other guys are going to the strip club, but I'm just planning on going
to Enlisted Club on base and enjoying a few drinks. Do you want to come?"

"I was hoping you were going
to say you were going to the strip club. But, yeah, alright, I'm down to see if
there's some lonely housewife who wants to get some action tonight," Dust
said.

That was my plan exactly. I looked
at my watch. "I'm going to go have dinner at the dining facility. Be
showered, changed into civvies, and wearing cologne outside the barracks at
1900," I said, using the military term for 7 pm.

"Roger that!" Dust said.

––––––––

W
e ended up walking the mile to the
Enlisted Club, which was fine. It was a pretty simple bar. A couple of arcade
games and pinball machines to one side, three pool tables on the other side,
and a few tables with chairs in the middle. The bar itself made up the entire back
wall, and looked like it had one of everything anyone could want to drink.

As I had feared, we got their too
early. The bar was practically empty. However, there was one bright point. Over
at the pool tables was a single girl shooting balls in by herself. She was
pretty good, sinking the balls one after another, but it wasn't her handiwork
with a stick that I was looking at. I was mostly staring at the tight, leather
pants she had on. More specifically, I was staring past the pants at the firm
little ass underneath. Her purple, metallic shirt showed off a nice pair of
perky tits as well.

The two of us walked up to the bar
and ordered a couple beers, while I again looked at the young girl playing
pool. "Dibs," Dust said, looking at the same thing I was looking at.

I looked at him like he was crazy.
"You can't call dibs, man," I said, deciding to wax poetic.
"This is our last night of freedom, our last night to taste the sweet air
of America. Tomorrow, I have your back in a foxhole, and I'll drag you out of
the fires of hell if I have to. But, tonight?" I looked at him with a
conspiratorial grin. "Tonight, it's every man for himself."

Dust smiled and took a swig of his
beer. "Fair enough. You don't stand a chance against me."

I laughed. I'd been chasing tail
for a long time. "I bet I charm her right out of those tight little pants
tonight," I said.

He set his beer down. "I bet
I'm the one she ends up going home with," he said.

I held out my hand. "Put up or
shut up, Dust."

He grabbed my hand and shook it.
"A Benjamin to the victor," he said, and I nodded.

Dust smiled and wasted no time. He
stood up and walked over towards the pool table. I couldn't let him get a
foothold before I did, so I followed close behind.

"Hey, I couldn't help but
notice that you need an opponent," Dust said.

"Or two," I piped in.

She smiled and looked down. "I
was hoping the two of you would come over here. Sometimes, guys just stare at
me the whole time without saying a word. It can be unnerving, and can throw off
my game."

"Well, we aim to please,"
I said. I walked over and put some quarters in, releasing the balls. I started
to rack them.

She was still smiling at us, but me
in particular. "You know, normally when people play this game, there's an
even number of people. But you know what? I think I can handle both of
you."

"Oh really?" I said. I
paused, and thought about it for a minute. What was the phrase I was looking
for? Double entendre? Did I really just hear what I thought I heard?

"Yes, really. I think I can
take the two of you on," she said, her eyes darting between the two of us.

My eyes lit up for a moment.
"I'm Hutch."

She held out her hand. "Erica.
Pleased to meet you."

Dust, oblivious, grabbed a pool
cue. "If you think you can beat us both, then I guess I'll break!"

––––––––

W
e played pool for a couple hours,
pausing for the occasional smoke break. I kept the quarters coming and kept
ordering us drinks. In a couple hours I was buzzed and enjoying myself
immensely. Erica kept flirting with both of us, and we were all enjoying ourselves.

After I bought a round of shots, I
looked at the other two. "What should we cheers to?"

Erica grabbed her shot glass.
"You guys are shipping out tomorrow, aren't you?"

I smiled at her. It was common
knowledge around the base that some unit was going. "Yes we are."

She raised the shot glass in the
air. "Then here's to you two, and my father, coming back safely."

I could drink to that. We clinked
glasses, then downed the shot.

After drinking, Dust said, "So
who's your Dad?"

She blushed. "You probably don't
know him. He's a lot older than you."

"No, seriously, I want to
know," Dust insisted. Both of them looked at her purse at once, which was
sitting on a nearby chair, apparently having the same idea.. They each rushed
towards it. Dust made it there first, and fished a wallet out.

"Erica...Donato. As in Colonel
Donato?"

She blushed, and the color faded
from my face. The battalion commander, Colonel Donato. Here we were, competing
over which one of us would get to fuck the colonel's daughter. No wonder everyone
was intentionally not looking at us.

Erica snatched her purse back.
"It's no big deal." There was an awkward silence for a moment.
"I have to go to the bathroom," she said.

As soon as she left, Dust came up
to me. "This changes things a little bit. I'm willing to call this bet off
if you are."

I smirked at him. "Sounds like
you're afraid of losing a hundred bucks to me."

He turned pale for a moment, then
regained his cockiness. "I am going to win this bet, and then I'm going to
make fun of you all year for it." We waited for her to come out, and when
she did, we all started a new game of pool.

At one point, she missed a pretty
easy shot, and I smacked her hard on that tight little ass of hers. It felt so
good through those tight leather pants, I immediately started to get erect. She
looked back at me, first with pain on her face, then with a little lust in her
eyes. She looked back at me, daring me to do it again.

What a little tease, I thought.
"Do you want me to show you how to hold the cue correctly?"

She raised her eyebrows at me, like
she couldn't believe her ears. She thrust the pool cue out at me, looking like
she expected me to take it.

"Oh no, I have to show you.
Let me see how you hold it," I said.

She turned back towards the table
with a smile and lined up her shot. I slowly moved behind her, running my hands
up her sides. As my fingers ran down her arms, she shivered, and when my hands
reached the pool cue, my crotch was firmly pressed against her ass. I whispered
in her ear, "You know, I can teach you about a lot more than how to shoot
pool."

Her eyes locked with Dust's eyes
across the pool table. He was looking on with shock, sure that he had lost the
bet. "I don't know that there's anything that you two could do to me that
I haven't already done before." I was about to keep trying to sweet talk
her, when she continued. "But I'm always open to support our troops."

I smiled, my cock getting a little
harder up against her tight pants. "I think Dust has a crush on you. How
are you going to let him down?"

She giggled, and before I could ask
why, she took her shot, sinking the difficult shot across the table. The two of
us stayed where we were at until she spoke up.

"You misunderstand me. You two
are a package deal. It's both of you, or neither of you."

I tensed up, and she could probably
sense that. "I'll let you talk to him while I clear the rest of the
table," she said, confidently. She worked her way to the next ball,
sinking it with ease and setting up her next shot perfectly. She looked at me,
expectantly.

"She says she's going home
with both of us, or neither of us," I said to Dust in hushed tones.

Dust looked shocked. "No way,
man. I'm not into gay stuff."

In the immortal words of Justin
Timberlake, I replied, "It's not gay if it's in a three way." He
looked like he was still uneasy, so I punched him in the gut. He doubled over
immediately. I bent down and whispered in his ear. "Don't fuck this up for
us."

"Alright, alright," he
said, gasping for air.

I looked up, just in time for Erica
to say, "Eight ball, corner pocket." She didn't even wait to see if
the ball went in before returning her cue to the rack and picking up her purse.
"You guys settle up the tab, I'll get the car started."

––––––––

I
t was a short car ride to her
Dad's home.

"Is this the best place to do
this? Isn't your Dad going to be home?" I asked.

She laughed. "On the night
before movement? No, he's got
way
too much work to worry about his
family," she said, a hint of bitterness in her voice. "My mom is
probably with him, helping him with last minute paperwork."

As we rounded the corner in the
on-base housing, she said, "Yep, her car's not parked in the
driveway." I looked, and even in the dark I could see that, on a giant
flagpole was a full sized American flag, still waving at night. He must have
been busy if he didn't even take the time to retire the flag that evening.

The three of us got out of the car.
"Follow me," she said.

"Lead the way," Dust
said, apparently much more into this now.

She lead up upstairs to a bedroom.
I don't know what I had expected, but it was sparsely decorated.

"We move around so much that I
never really decorate a room before we move onto the next place. I guess I'll
be here for another year, unless I move out on my own," she said.

I wasn't really interested in the
life story of an Army brat. I moved over to her and grabbed her by her brunette
hair and pulled. Her head snapped back, and her mouth flew open, but it formed
into a smile as I wrapped my hands around her neck. "You didn't bring us
here to show us your room. You brought us here so that you could get
fucked."

She nodded quickly, surrendering a
little to my roughness. I brought my face in to kiss her, my hands moving to
the sides of her neck. We kissed deeply, and suddenly her hand reached out and
grabbed Dust by his shirt. She pulled him in, and the two of them kissed as I
watched.

"Yeah, you are a little slut,
aren't you?" I said. I reached to the bottom of that little purple shirt,
lifting it up and pulling it over her head She smiled and lifted her arms in
the air, then went right back to kissing Dust. I quickly unsnapped her black
bra and checked out her cute little tits. I moved behind her and grabbed those
tits while I smelled her hair. She never looked back, but I could hear her
sharply inhale with lust.

I wasted no time at all. Who knew
when her parents would be home? I undid my belt and pulled my pants and boxers
down to the ground. As I rubbed my cock up against those tight black pants, she
reached one of her hands down and began to jerk me off. I moved my hands to her
shoulders and pushed her down, and she crouched down in front of me. She took
my dick in her mouth. I was on Cloud Nine. She instantly took it deep in her
mouth as I grabbed the back of her head and thrust into it.

Dust quickly got his pants off and
around his ankles as well. Erica began jerking me off and moved her mouth over
to Dust's cock. I looked up at Dust to see if I could give him a high five, but
his eyes were fixed on the young girl giving him head. As she was crouched
down, her pants still hugged her frame tightly. I watched her ass sway to and
fro as her head bobbed the same way on Dust's cock. Her hand idly played with
my junk.

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