Bred by Both: 3 Pack (Hardcore Threesome Impregnation Erotica)

By Arwen Rich

Warning: Contains hardcore erotica stories about one woman being taken hard and unprotected, filled up and impregnated by two hot studs at the same time… Read with discretion. Lock your bedroom door, look inside and satisfy your craving...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Arwen Rich
• Release date: Jul 6, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201039462

Arwen Rich

Arwen loves to pen her hottest fantasies. Though best known for her paranormal romance shorts featuring curvy women and alpha shapeshifters, she is currently writing erotica: primarily impregnation and group sex. Arwen aims to satisfy, and hopes you enjoy her stories!

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Bred by Both: 3 Pack (Hardcore Threesome Impregnation Erotica)

Arwen Rich

Published by Arwen Rich, 2021.

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

BRED BY BOTH: 3 PACK (HARDCORE THREESOME IMPREGNATION EROTICA)

First edition. July 6, 2021.

Copyright © 2021 Arwen Rich.

ISBN: 979-8201039462

Written by Arwen Rich.

Table of Contents

Title Page

Copyright Page

Bred By Both #1: Alicia’s Story

Bred By Both #2: Tia’s Story

Bred by Both #3: Stephanie’s Story

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Bred By Both #1: Alicia’s Story

8 Years Ago

Was that a penis? I leaned forward and squinted. Yeah, it was a penis. For sure. It was hard to see because it was so tiny.

Alicia, Dorian said poking me in the side with a pencil, If you lean any closer to that book, you’ll practically have a cock on your face.

I blushed, hoping no one else in class noticed what I was staring at. I couldn’t help myself.  I was fascinated...I’d never seen one before. I was super sheltered. I didn’t even own a computer or a phone. My mom and dad insisted that I just read for fun. Life as a teenager in my household sucked.

Ok, class, Mr. Lawrence said placing his hands on his hips. The gesture made his round paunch even more pronounced. He sort of reminded me of Santa Claus but was a lot less jolly. He was the health teacher and the baseball coach. I could tell he hated his job more than I hated high school. He picked up a basket off his desk and handed it to one of the students at the end of my row.

Take one and pass it down.

He then turned back to his desk, grabbed a bag and pulled out some bananas. He handed the bananas to me and said, Take one and pass it down.

I did as I was told. I was completely confused. I looked at Dorian who looked bored. And then he was handing a basket to me. I looked in the basket. Condoms? Had Mr. Lawrence lost it? What were we going to do with bananas and condoms? And then it dawned on me. Ohhhhh.

I took a condom from the basket feeling a little awkward. I was awkward but this was a new level of awkwardness. Feeling kind of dirty for handling it, I wiped my hands on my pants. Gross. Man, if my parents could see me now.

And then I felt something smack me in the back of my neck. Ouch! I said turning around. Theo, my high school nemesis, sat behind me with a smirk on his face and a condom was on the floor next to my seat.

You hit me with a condom! I hated Theo. He was such an ass.

Prove it—-

I don’t know what I was thinking. But before I could stop myself, I launched the banana right in his face. It connected with a satisfying thump and the class erupted in laughter.

Mr. Lawrence shook his head, I’m too old for this shi——

Ms. Scott, came a voice, Violence isn’t ever the answer. You have detention today. And so do you Theo.

My whole body froze. When had he gotten here? I looked towards the door and saw him standing there. My high school crush...who also happened to be the Vice Principal. Yep, instead of having a thing for the quarterback or some other quintessential high school archetype, I had a thing for the VP. Rumor had it he was in the Marines before going into education. I believed that. His muscles were huge. He also had the prettiest brown eyes I’d ever seen. Eighteen-year-old me was in love. 

Continue on. Mr. Lawrence.

He walked away and I know I let out a dreamy sigh. It would never happen. I was a teenager. And he was a real man.

I couldn’t wait to be an adult.

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Present Day

Being an adult sucks so much, I said for the fifth time that morning. I couldn’t reach anyone on the phone. I was trying to contact the bank because I was overdrawn on my account and I wanted to beg them not to charge me an overdraft fee.

Unfortunately, I kept getting disconnected.

This is bullshi—-

Language, honey, my roommate and best friend, Dorian, said as he strode into the room. He was so well put together, sporting a man bun, a dapper suit and tie, finished off by a pair of sneakers. They were limited edition—-at least that’s what he told me-—and probably worth more than my car. Speaking of which...

Dorian, I got a flat, can you change it for me?

He shook his head and gestured to his clothing, Could you not have asked me that an hour ago when I wasn’t dressed to impress?

He had a point.

Where are you going? I asked, grabbing a bag of chips from the dining room table. I slouched into a recliner I inherited from my grandfather. Dorian hated it, but I loved it. I loved old things. I glanced at myself in the antique mirror, also inherited from my grandpa, and was startled by my own reflection. My curly brown hair was all over the place and I was wearing the same clothes from yesterday. Gosh, I needed a shower. Dorian and I were complete