Bred By Two Men (MFM impregnation Three-Pack)

by Zara, Cassandra

  Dust got behind her and ran his hand up one of her legs. He massaged her ass for a few moments, leaning down and kissing it. I wanted to grab it too, to massage it, to feel how muscular it was, but for now I was in heaven getting my dick sucked. He reached his hand in between her legs and began to rub her clit. Erica moaned on my cock.

  "Bro, you're not going to believe how wet she is," Dust said.

  I believed it. All of a sudden he spanked her bare ass again. Her eyes flew open wide, and I thought for a moment that she was going to bite down on me. He spanked her again. Tears welled in her eyes, but she was moaning with pleasure. She was looking up at me with lust in her eyes. Her little tits bounced as she sucked my cock. Suddenly, she looked like she was pushed forward. Dust had slipped his finger inside her, loosening her up for what was about to come.

  Erica looked like she was in heaven, servicing two young men she had just met. Dust kept fingering her with one finger, then slipped a second finger in. Her tight pussy expanded to take more of him in. He curled his fingers downward, and with his other hand he went back to playing with her clit. She began to lick faster, arching her hips, trying to take more of him in. Soon, Dust looked like he was worked into a frenzy.

  Erica looked back at him. "Are you going to fuck me or what?"

  Dust lost all control at that point. As soon as he pulled his fingers out, he positioned himself behind her, about to enter her tight pussy.

  Erica pulled my cock from her throat. "Wait!" she said again. "I'm not on the pill, and I want both of you to come on my face at the same time."

  I couldn't believe my ears. I'd love to come on that pretty face. Dust spoke up. "You mean like bukkake?"

  "Like a what?" she asked.

  "Don't worry about it, you dirty girl," I said, and pushed her face back down to my cock. She eagerly gobbled me back up, her head bobbing. She opened her mouth and moaned, though, as Dust slid into her wet sex. I let her moan for a few moments as Dust slid in and out of her a few times, going an inch deeper each time. When I could see him railing her, his waist hitting the top of her ass, I pushed her back down to my cock. What a sight.

  Her skinny body shook as Dust plowed her doggy style. I couldn't wait to feel that pussy myself. I closed my eyes, letting the magic she was working wash over me. She must have given a lot of head in her time being an Army brat.

  I looked up and saw a look on Dust's face that I was all too familiar with. He was going to cum if I didn't stop him. I stood up and pulled her up to a standing position, removing Dust's cock from inside of her. He gave me a look that said it all. What the fuck man?

  He'd need some time to calm down his cock so he didn't cum so quick, so I picked Erica up. As light as she was, and as strong as I am, it would have been no problem to just lift. However, as soon as I started to lift, she jumped into my arms, wrapping her legs around me. I found her sweet pussy with my cock and pushed my way in. My cock was thicker than Dust's cock, so it took me a few thrusts to get in, but when I was in, it was fantastic. She bounced up and down as my hands finally got to rub all over that bare ass.

  And what an ass it was. It was as taut and muscular as it had looked in those tight leather pants. I figured she must have been a cheerleader at each of the schools her father had sent her to. Maybe a gymnast. In any case, she had a promising career as a stripper with moves like this and an ass this tight.

  She bounced on my cock with glee. She looked into my eyes and smiled broadly, enjoying the feeling of my cock filling her up. I grabbed her hair and pulled, and she moaned loudly, leaning back. I looked down at her tits, enjoying the sight of her grinding up against me.

  I backed up to her bed and sat down on the edge, and she continued to grind up against me, bending at the knees and putting her feet on my legs. I laid down and she took over, bouncing on my cock and squeaking. I brought my legs up and laid down on the bed, and she continued to bounce away.

  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Dustin get behind her. Her eyes went wide as Dust's hands went to her ass as I continued to plow her pussy. He spit on her ass and I could see him concentrating on something. She looked back and said, with obvious lust, "Go ahead. You know you want to."

  Dust smiled and put his hand on her back, pushing her down into me. She froze as I kept thrusting, and she moved her face down next to mine. Suddenly, extra weight began to push down on me, and she bit my shoulder hard. I didn't care, I just kept pounding. I could see Dust pushing into her, and I could feel pressure on the top side of her pussy from where I was. I knew what he was doing, but I just couldn't believe it. He was entering her ass!

  Erica whimpered into my shoulder. Dust started slowly, and I could feel him rubbing against my cock. It was amazing how thin the wall between her pussy felt when there was a man in both of them. I continued to thrust, slower now but still enough to get pleasure out of it.

  Erica looked me in the eye. "God, it feels so good." I couldn't tell if she was talking about me or Dust, but I assumed it was me.

  Dust began to go faster, and Erica began to moan louder. Her moans had a shaky sound to them now, as if she were unsure if she could take it. I'll admit it, the way Dust's cock was moving felt really good against my own cock, though I could never admit it to him.

  Dust let go of Erica's back and she arched upward. "Yes," she said. "Yes, please, fuck my ass hard."

  Dust grabbed her hair. "You are a dirty fucking slut, aren't you?" I could see that he was pulling hard.

  "Yes, I'm your slut. Use me..." she said, moaning louder. Her face began to turn red. Her eyes closed, and her mouth fell open. I could feel her pussy opening up, and she began to milk me, no doubt milking Dust too. "Use me!"

  I began to thrust hard. This was the hottest moment I'd ever experienced, and now she was about to orgasm all over my dick. I couldn't have pulled out if I tried. Her body started to shake, and soon that shaking turned into spasms. Her pussy clenched, pulling me in. I couldn't have escaped then either. Dust's cock held still, and I pumped within her. My whole world exploded, and I blew my seed all over her insides. As she moaned, I could feel her muscles drawing my sperm up, helping them on towards her waiting eggs. Her pussy clenched again and again, and as Dust's cock started to move again, I spurted a few more times, completely coating her.

  My eyes closed, and I leaned back, completely spent. She kept moving on me for a moment, and I felt Dust remove his cock from her ass.

  "You came inside me!?" she yelled, and my eyes flew open. I expected her to be yelling at me, but she was looking back. Dust looked sheepishly at her, and her hand flew back to her asshole, feeling the liquid that Dust had filled her up with.

  She got up off me, and a stream of my liquid gushed out from her pussy. She looked at me with betrayal in her eyes. "You came inside me, too!?" She looked horrified. She sat there for a moment, cum leaking from both her orifices. An awkward silence filled the room.

  "Time for us to go, Dust. It was nice meeting you Erica," I said. I got up and started to put my underwear on.

  "Get out!" she cried, standing up. Her body didn't want to let her do that, so she stumbled against the bed a little bit. Whether it was from the intense orgasm, or the rough anal sex, I didn't know. I just knew we had to get out of there quick.

  I threw my pants on, grabbed my shirt and shoes, and ran out the door. Dust followed shortly afterward. We threw the rest of our clothes on near the front door, hearing an occasional "Ew!" or "So gross!" from upstairs. We left, and started to walk back to the barracks.

  "Guess it's a tie bet," I said, and Dust smiled. It was a good way to spend our last night of freedom in these United States.

  So now it's six weeks into our tour in Afghanistan. Things suck out here, we dodge bullets and rocket attacks daily, but Dust has been a great guy to have as a battle buddy. I usually drive on dangerous missions and request him to be my gunner, because I know he'll have my back.

  Word reached us the other day that the colonel's teenage daughter is pregnant, and a
ll she knows is that it was two guys that her daddy shipped out with. He doesn't know names, but he's looking for the father. I figure that, if he finds out that it was me, I'll be sent out on every suicide mission for the rest of the year. I've let Dust know that if he turns me in to Colonel Donato, I'll let the colonel know that Dust fucked his little girl in the ass. He swears he'll never tell, and I believe him. We don't know if he'll make everyone take a DNA test, or whether that's even allowed by law, but all I know is that I'll probably be seeing Erica again. With combat tours for the army averaging nine months now, I doubt she'll be able to fit into those tight leather pants by then.

  Forced Breeding of the Reluctant Teen Babysitter

  I still couldn't believe it. Yesterday morning I had woken up a virgin, and I had never even kissed a boy before. Yesterday evening I went over to the Brand residence to babysit Sarah, their little girl. Not even thinking, I had worn a revealing white outfit, and when Mr. Brand came home, he hadn't been able to contain his lust. He had overpowered me, held me down, taken what he wanted from me. The strangest part was that I really enjoyed it.

  He had asked if I wanted to babysit for him again today, and he didn't have to wink for me to understand exactly what it was he wanted. I felt apprehensive about going back over there, but at the same time I knew I was going back. I wanted him. I wanted more.

  I woke up feeling very sore. He hadn't been very gentle with me, and I saw bruises on my arm from where he had grabbed me. I'd be able to play it off if anyone asked me about it, but I hoped he didn't leave too many more marks on my slender, fragile body.

  I checked my phone. My friend Georgia texted me, asking me if I wanted to come hang out with her today. If she only knew what I had done the night before, she would be so jealous. She probably wanted to play tennis or go swimming, but I had only one thing on my mind. Mr. Brand's huge cock, filling me up again.

  It was hard not to call her right then, to tell her all about my first experience. We had talked about it before, since we thought we were the only two virgin girls in our senior class. We had even practiced kissing each other so that we would be ready when a boy asked us, but that seemed like a lifetime ago. Besides, Mr. Brand had been able to see right away that I had never kissed a boy, so we must have been doing it wrong anyway.

  I texted her back and told her I was babysitting today. She texted back that she would see me in school on Monday, and I closed the phone. I opened my closet to pick out an outfit. All of my outfits screamed one thing: that I was a kid named Mandy. Ever since Mr. Brand had called me Amanda last night, I knew that I had to act like an adult to get a man's attention. But what did I have to wear that would make me look older?

  I finally found it. It was a shirt that I had bought on sale but had never had the nerve to wear to school. It was frilly and fun, but fell off my shoulders and showed my belly button. In fact, it hardly covered any of my front. It was perfect for today. I picked out a pair of red pants that seemed to go with it. At least this way, if I wanted to say no, he'd have a harder time getting my pants off than he had the skirt last night. I packed my laptop, and began walking over to the Brand residence.

  I didn't know what to expect when I arrived. Would Mr. Brand send Sarah to a neighbor's house while he fucked me? Would he simply have me over all day, playing with his daughter while he checked me out? The possibilities were endless, and they were all exciting.

  I arrived at the door, knowing that I looked dressed to kill. I knocked on the door, and heard the small footsteps running to the door. Sarah opened it, looking very happy. "Daddy said you were coming again today, and I almost didn't believe him!" She looked me over, then frowned. "Why are you wearing that?" she asked.

  It was a stark departure from the outfits I usually wore, but I played it off cool. "I just felt like wearing a new outfit today. Is your dad here?" I asked.

  "Yeah, I'll go get him," she said. She ran back to his office area while I stepped in the house and took off my shoes. I looked in the mirror to make sure my hair was straight. I had to make sure I looked my best for him.

  Mr. Brand walked into the front room just before I looked away from the mirror. He gave me a quick once-over, quicker than it had been yesterday. "I'm glad you're here," he said.

  I smiled, and was about to say something, but he continued. "I just got called into work, and luckily you were already here. You two girls have a good time today, and I'll hopefully be back before dark tonight." He kissed his daughter goodbye, but barely made eye-contact with me, and then he was out the door.

  I stood there, flabbergasted, as he got in his car and drove away. Sarah was looking at me, expectantly. "Come on, Mandy! I want to play!" she said, grabbing my hand. Well, whatever, I loved the little girl. I'd enjoy playing with her all day, and I still knew what he'd be looking forward to all day.

  My sore body was unable to keep up with Sarah's boundless energy, and my tight red pants made running and jumping a lot harder than usual, so we didn't get in as many games of tag as usual. However, we did play tea party and Barbie dolls before we headed to the park. She was the envy of all the kids there, playing on the swings and jungle gym with a teenager. I did notice that some of the fathers that were there with their kids were checking me out, and I realized that even if Mr. Brand ran out that morning, wearing the outfit wasn't a complete loss

  When we got home, we ordered pizza with the cash that Mr. Brand had left. I picked a movie that started right at 6 and ended right at 8, and we watched it together. When the end of the movie came, she looked ready to fall asleep, so I tucked her into bed and headed back out to the living room.

  I pulled out my laptop and looked at the time. 8:15. Mr. Brand was going to owe me some serious money by the end of the night. While I waited, however, I thought I would get some research done.

  I had several windows up, passing the time by checking out sites for "how to kiss", "how to be a good lover", how to give good head". An hour passed me by while I learned various tips and techniques.

  Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. The blinds were drawn, but whoever out there couldn't be Mr. Brand, could they? He wouldn't knock at the door of his own house. It was dark out, and I knew I shouldn't answer it. I stayed still on the couch. I was curious who was out there, but I didn't want to give away the fact that I was in the front room. Maybe they'd go away.

  I heard a key turning in the lock. Mr. Brand must have just had groceries or something and wanted me to open the door for him. I felt foolish, but I figured I had done the right thing. I struck my sexiest pose, pushing my leg out and looking as inviting as possible for him. My shirt rode up a little bit, exposing my belly almost all the way to my breasts. I had waited all day for this.

  The lock turned, and the door opened. A man entered the house and he was not Mr. Brand. He was taller and leaner. As he entered, he gave me a look, the same hungry look that Mr. Brand had given me the night before. I quickly put my laptop on the end table and tried to look less sexy.

  "Who are you?" I cried out.

  "You must be Mandy, the babysitter. Relax," he said as he strode into the house. "My name is Dustin. Jack is stuck at the office and sent me by to check up on you and Sarah."

  I looked at him suspiciously. "Why didn't he just call?" I asked.

  He chuckled. "You don't know what we do, do you? We work in a secure facility, and there are no outgoing voice calls allowed. Though, if he knew you had your laptop, he could have sent you an email."

  I thought about it. He had run out, barely even acknowledging me this morning. And I really did have no idea what his job was, only that he was supposed to be available at any time. It was why I got so much work as their babysitter.

  The man came closer, and I instinctively moved away from him a little bit. "But now a couple things have cleared up. You're the reason why he wasn't mad that he was called in on his day off."

  I stared in disbelief. Had Mr. Brand told the entire office that he had slept with the cute, slutty babysitter? I'
d never be able to live it down.

  "Yeah, he came in all smiles today. I teased him about getting laid, and he denied it. Now I know the truth," he said. He sat down on the couch next to me.

  This conversation was getting entirely too uncomfortable for me. "Well, Sarah and I are fine. I'll let Mr. Brand know you came by."

  "Oh, so it's Mr. Brand to you? Well then, you can call me Mr. Graves," he said.

  I sighed. "Mr. Graves, we're fine. I'll send Mr. Brand an email right now. Have a good night," I said, trying to be as dismissive as possible.

  He looked at the laptop that was set on the end table. "You mean this laptop right here?" He grabbed it before I had a chance to, and started looking through my open windows. "How to be a better kisser? How to give good head? You might as well ask me while I'm here. I'm a fucking encyclopedia when it comes to this."

  His use of a curse word was the last straw. I stood up and headed towards the kitchen phone, where the emergency numbers were located. Before I could get away, he grabbed my arm, just as Mr. Brand had done the night before. "Where do you think you're going?" he asked.

  The feeling of him grabbing my arm turned me on. It reminded me of Mr. Brand, but he was the one I wanted, not Mr. Graves. I smiled my sweetest smile. "I thought I might get us some wine, to relax a little bit, Mr. Graves," I said, feeling myself start to sweat. He let go of my arm and nodded, watching my ass as I walked to the kitchen.

  I quickly made my way to the phone and looked at the numbers next to the phone. The instructions for calling Mr. Brand were detailed and looked like they took a long time. On the other hand, what was Mrs. Brand going to do if I called her? She might have no idea I was even over here. I dialed the phone to Mr. Brand's office.

  A receptionist picked up and said the name of their company, and I followed the instructions on the card. "Can I please be transferred to the Field Work Department? I'm looking to talk to Jack Brand." She told me to hold on for just a moment, but just then a hand reached over and hung up for me. I looked over, and there was Mr. Graves.