Bred By Two Men (MFM impregnation Three-Pack)

by Zara, Cassandra

  Bred By Two Men

  by Cassandra Zara

  Published by Cassandra Zara, 2013.

  This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

  BRED BY TWO MEN

  First edition. January 1, 2013.

  Copyright © 2013 Cassandra Zara.

  Written by Cassandra Zara.

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Dedication

  Roughly Breeding the Roller Skate Waitress

  Roughly Breeding the Colonel's Teenage Daughter

  Forced Breeding of the Reluctant Teen Babysitter

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  About the Author

  Note: All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older.

  Roughly Breeding the Roller Skate Waitress

  Construction 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."

  As 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 m
ake 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.

  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, h
er 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.