Bred By Two Men (MFM impregnation Three-Pack) (3 page)

I turned her head back around. She
opened her mouth and eagerly accepted my cock. I took her hair in my hand and
used it as a handle, pumping rhythmically into her mouth. I heard her gag a few
times, and she moved her mouth away from me.

She looked up at me, tears in her
eyes. It was a beautiful sight, I thought. I dragged her to her feet by her
hair and kissed her, and she melted into it. I turned her around and she put
her hands on the bed. My free hand ran up and down her ass, perfectly outlined
in those tight leather pants. I spanked her, hard. She yelled out, obviously
turned on.

"Go on, Dust. Spank this
girl," I said, giving her another whack. Dust looked unsure.

Erica spoke up. "Spank me.
Spank me like a bad girl. I want it so bad."

Dust needed no further
encouragement. He rubbed her ass for a moment, then WHAM. She cried out as I
ran my fingers through her hair. He practically took a running start and
slapped her other cheek. Then, he seemed to lose control. He put his fingers in
the top of her pants and tried to pull them down.

"Wait!" she cried out. I
hoped that the game wasn't over, hoped that this girl wasn't about to put the
brakes on the whole evening. I let her go and she stood up and turned around.
"Do you have any idea how expensive these pants are? I barely fit in them
as is."

I laughed and stepped back,
enjoying the show and getting myself naked at the same time. She unbuckled her
cute shoes, then inched her pants down, swaying back and forth as she did so.
They were on her so tight, Dust never would have got them off by himself. As
she got them past her knees, they slid the rest of the way down. She had
nothing left but a sheer black thong. As she slid it down, she locked eyes with
me, and revealed her shaved pussy.

I walked past her to her bed and
sat down on it. As I spread my legs, she got down on her knees in front of me.
I again grabbed her hair as she took my rod in her mouth. She seemed to enjoy
my thrusting and her gagging sounds became louder and louder.

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.

––––––––

S
o 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 all 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.

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.

––––––––

M
y 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.

"This doesn't look like
wine," he said, clearly looking down my shirt. "You look like such a
good girl. Why would you lie to me?"

At this distance, I could smell his
cologne. Not near as intoxicating as Mr. Brand's, but definitely smelling nice.
Still, I wanted Mr. Brand. I shied away from him, smiling. "I just decided
I'm not really thirsty right now," I said.

He grabbed my arm again. I
struggled a little as he dragged me back to the living room. He sat me back
down on the sofa, still holding my arm.

"Do you really want to impress
Mr. Brand? Do you want to show him the time of his life?" he asked.

I wasn't sure how to answer. If I
answered yes, would Mr. Graves tell everyone at his work? Would Mr. Brand lose
his job? I didn't know exactly how to respond, but I felt myself slowly nodding
yes.

"He's not going to be home for
a couple hours. I can show you so many things, and you can use them to please
Mr. Brand." I thought it wouldn't be so bad, but then he continued.
"If you don't let me show you, I'll let Mrs. Brand know what you think of
his husband, and you'll never be allowed over here again."

I started to sweat. Mrs. Brand
would divorce Mr. Brand, and he would blame it on me. I'd never see him again,
never see Sarah again, and probably never get another babysitting job in my
lifetime. I swallowed, then smiled sweetly. "What did you want to show
me?"

Mr. Graves smiled, and leaned in
for a kiss. It was as full of lust as Mr. Brand's had been the day before. I
wrapped my arms around the back of his neck and stuck my tongue out, kissing
him passionately. "Good," he said. "I see you've been reading
up."

I smiled. If I was impressing him,
that means I would impress Mr. Brand, and that was what was really important. I
threw myself into the kiss even more, drinking him in, enjoying his touch. His
fingers touched around the bottom edge of my shirt, pulling up and threatening
to take it off. I had worn this outfit specifically for Mr. Brand, and I wanted
him to see it.

I pulled his hands away from my
shirt and smiled at him. "Not yet," I said.

He wasn't going to be so easily put
off. He put his hands around my shirt and yanked, hard. I didn't want him to
tear the delicate fabric, so I lifted my arms above my head. He slipped the
shirt off my head with ease, and we went right back to kissing. Now that my
shirt was off, I felt a little more into this, almost as if it had been restricting
me.

Mr. Graves looked down, checking me
out. I hadn't worn a bra with the shirt, and I knew that he liked what he saw.
My small breasts stood out nicely against my slender frame, and I pushed them
out a little more as he looked down. He moved his mouth down to them
immediately, kneading one with his hand while flicking the other nipple with
his tongue. The sensation was fantastic, and I leaned back and enjoyed it.

It didn't last long. He began to
move his hands down to my pants. I couldn't let him have me down there: that
part really was just for Mr. Brand. I grabbed his hands. When he looked up at
me, impatience in his eyes, I said, "I thought you were going to show me
about oral sex."

He smiled, then stood up. He pulled
his shirt up and I got to see his wiry, lithe frame. What muscles he had stood
out well, and I liked how his hairless chest looked. He undid his belt as I
watched, then pulled his pants down. His cock, already erect, was longer and
thinner than Mr. Brand's.

"Now, I'm going to teach you
what you need to know about giving head," he said. "Crawl up to me on
your hands and knees."

I left the couch and got on my
hands and knees, smiling. I kept my eyes fixated on his cock as I slowly moved
over towards him. It must have been quite the sight, slithering towards him, my
red pants hugging my ass tightly.