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  Breeding Bundle, Volume I

  By Natalia Darque

  Published by Natalia Darque at Smashwords

  Copyright 2012 Natalia Darque

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  Table of Contents

  Breeding My Best Friend’s Daughter

  Breeding My Irish Nanny

  Breeding The Surrogate

  An Excerpt From

  Looking For A Few Good Men:

  Cougar On The Prowl

  Breeding My

  Best Friend’s Daughter

  Published by Natalia Darque at Smashwords

  Copyright @ 2012 Natalia Darque

  Fort Worth, Texas

  The doorbell rang, surprising me. It was after 10 o’clock in the evening, and it wasn’t a time that I expected to have visitors. I went to the front door of my house and looked through the glass of the front door. I saw that it was my next door neighbor and best friend, Steve.

  He looked agitated and angry. I figured something must be wrong, perhaps even an emergency of some sort. I unlocked the front door, turned the handle and opened the front door.

  Steve and I had been friends ever since I moved to the neighborhood 12 years ago. Although at 42, he’s ten years older than me we had virtually every interest in common. We went to sporting events together, especially the high school football games of the school in our town. Steve’s daughter, Kennedy was a cheerleader at the high school the previous year. We attended all of their games together to watch her cheer, and to cheer on the local boys. They had made it to the state playoffs the year before, and we even went to all the road games together.

  We also shared a hunting lease, so every winter we were out hunting ducks, geese, and deer during their seasons, and also took quit a few wild hogs that came through the area every now and then. We were pretty much inseparable.

  During the twelve years that we were friends, we both went through some major life changes. Steve’s nagging bitch of a wife left him for her boss at work, leaving him to raise Kennedy on his own. Good riddance, I thought. I pretty much hated the bitch, even before she fucked Steve over.

  My wife died four years ago, after being involved in a traffic accident. She lingered for several days before the doctors finally concluded that she was brain dead and I was left with the painful duty of ordering her life support to be terminated. Steve and Kennedy were both with me when Sharon died and had been a source of great strength for me in getting through the tragedy.

  Sharon and I had never been able to have children, so I was left alone as a widower. We had been discussing getting fertility treatments, and were going to be tested to see if we had fertility problems, but the accident derailed those plans forever.

  So anyway, back to Steve.

  Given the depth of our friendship, you can imagine my surprise when as soon as I opened the door, the first thing I saw was Steve’s incoming fist, headed right for my face. Flabbergasted, I didn’t have time to duck, parry the blow or do anything. It took it square in the nose. I felt a sickening crunch as my nose broke. My eyes watered instantly, my nose began to run in a torrent of bloody snot, and the pain was incredible.

  Knocked off balance, I fell heavily back on my ass inside my house.

  Barely able to see because of the tears streaming from my eyes, I sensed rather than saw Steve advance to stand menacingly over me. He looked down at me.

  “That’s for what you did to Kennedy, you son of a bitch!” Steve’s voice was literally shaking with rage.

  Obviously Steve had found out about Kennedy and I.

  So I suppose that this would be a good time to tell you about it.

  One Year Earlier

  Steve and I were at the football game for the local team. It was a state quarterfinal game and the other team was favored heavily to defeat our team. Kennedy was down on the field, cheering her heart out. She was the captain of the cheerleading squad and was in her senior year.

  I watched her cheering, and couldn’t help but think what a gorgeous girl she is. She had long, dark hair that she always had in a ponytail when she cheered. Her body was lithe and athletic and very petite. She was about 5’2” or so. She was so small that the cheerleading squad used her as the “flyer,” meaning the girl that they hurled into the air and then caught. Cheerleaders don’t like throwing and then trying to catch a big lardass, so they always pick the littlest girls on the squad for the flyer.

  “How’s Kennedy’s senior year going?” I asked.

  “Oh, she’s doing great. Straight A’s, as usual.”

  “Is she still dating that quarterback?”

  Steve turned and looked at me, with an angry look on his face.

  “No. She dumped him. Can you believe that rotten son of a bitch cheated on my little girl?”

  “He did? Jesus, what a dumbass!” I was genuinely surprised that anyone would need another woman in their life when they had someone as beautiful, not to mention as kind and sweet as Kennedy.

  “Yeah, no shit! If the asshole didn’t outweigh me by 50 pounds and have 6 inches on me, I’d kick his ass.” Steve was clearly pissed, as I would have been too.

  Steve turned back to the game.

  “It sucks to see your little girl get her heart broken.” His voice lowered, and a tone of sadness had replaced his anger. “You’re lucky you never had kids.”

  “Hey, she’ll find someone else. Maybe the next time it’ll be someone that can keep his pecker in his pocket.” I laughed, trying to make light of the situation. Steve wasn’t amused.

  His mood wasn’t improved when moments later, as time expired, the opposing team scored a touchdown on the last play of the game and defeated our team by two points.

  We both left the stadium in a mixture of shock and disgust, with our team knocked out of the playoffs for the year.

  The next afternoon, I looked out the window of my house and saw that Kennedy was outside washing her car. It had been unseasonably warm lately, and today was no exception. The temperature outside was probably the reason why Kennedy was washing the car wearing her bikini. I couldn’t help but admire her incredible body, although I had this nagging thought that it made me feel like a pervert.

  Wearing only the bikini, it was clear that she had grown into quite a young woman. Her body was trim and athletic, with pert little breasts and a wonderful firm, toned little ass.

  “Jesus! She’s gorgeous” I thought to myself, thinking that Steve would kick my ass if he saw me ogling Kennedy.

  Unconsciously, I felt my cock stirring at the sight of her.

  I chuckled to myself as I remembered an expression my father used to use. He always said that two things were guaranteed. First, the sun will always rise in the East, and second, a stiff prick has no conscience. He was so incredibly right as I fe
lt blood rushing to my dick at the sight of my best friend’s daughter.

  “Down boy!” I said quietly, my head looking down at my cock. I laughed again at the absurdity of it all.

  New Year’s Eve

  At New Year’s Eve, I always have a party at my place, mostly for my friends from work. It’s pretty much just a drunk-fest, with a couple of tables of poker games going on and everyone enjoys the hot tub and pool. Steve and Kennedy had been coming for years.

  However, a couple of days before, Steve told me he was ditching my party. He had been dating a divorcee recently, and he made it abundantly clear that he was going to spend New Year’s Eve getting his ashes hauled. I understood completely. I was definitely in need of getting my ashes hauled as well. Since Kennedy was temporarily sans boyfriend, he told me that she still planned on attending my party.

  “That’d be great Steve! I could use Kennedy’s help doing all the hostess shit. I’m worthless at that social crap.”

  “I know she’d be glad to help, Rob.”

  “There’ll be drinking going on, you know. As usual.”

  “Well, look, I let Kennedy drink when she’s with me. After I caught her drinking for the first time, I told her she could drink at the house if she wants to. I just don’t like her getting shitfaced.”

  “At least at your place, she won’t have to drive and get out on the roads on New Year’s Eve,” Steve added.

  “Hell, at my place, she’s within crawling distance of home,” I quipped. We both laughed.

  Near Midnight

  New Year’s Eve

  My party had been a big success. I had told everyone to bring swimsuits to enjoy the heated and covered pool and hot tub. Beer, wine and champagne flowed freely. My work friends all had a great time.

  Kennedy played the “hostess with the mostest” and did a great job at it. She was wearing tight “skinny jeans”, and the Uggs boots that were so popular with the girls these days. She had on a simple blouse that did much to show off her luscious figure. I saw all of my friends from work surreptitiously eye-balling her. I couldn’t blame them at all. I was doing it too.

  “Damn! Lucky bastard, you got that little hottie living next door to you?” One guy had asked me.

  “Yeah, it’s my best friend’s daughter. She’s an old family friend.”

  “And if her dad saw you watching her like she’s a piece of meat, he’d kill you. He dropped a buck at 330 yards last deer season,” I added with a straight face.

  “Jesus!” the man gulped nervously.

  “Yeah, you know what they say. You can run, but you’ll just die tired.” I laughed at my own humor. The other guy didn’t. But I had made my point.

  “Hey everybody! The ball’s about to drop!” I heard Kennedy’s voice ring out from the living room.

  Everyone at the party started gravitating to the living room. Kennedy was playing hostess, making sure that everyone had a glass of champagne. She poured two stems of champagne and brought them over to me. She handed me one, keeping the other for herself.

  “Great party!” she looked at me. Her eyes were twinkling mischievously.

  “Thanks to you! I couldn’t have pulled this off myself!”

  “Aw shucks!” she joked, kicking at the ground like an embarrassed little kid. We both laughed

  “Gorgeous, smart as a whip, and funny, that’s a real dangerous combination.” I told her with a smile.

  She just eyed me curiously.

  Right then someone yelled that the ball was dropping, and the countdown began.

  “Ten! Nine! Eight! Seven! Six! Five! Four! Three! Two! One! Happy New Year!” The partygoers all recited in unison.

  “Bottoms up!” I shouted. Most everybody drained their drinks. Kennedy and I both downed our stems of champagne.

  She looked up and me and snaked her arm around my neck and pulled me close. She kissed me quickly and chastely on the lips. Despite the innocent nature of the kiss, I felt a surge shoot through me when our lips touched as if I had touched a live electric wire.

  After midnight, the crowd slowly started to dissipate as the partygoers left by themselves or in pairs. About two am, the last of my guests left, leaving just Kennedy and myself.

  “That was a great party, Rob,” Kennedy smiled at me, her eyes twinkling.

  “Yeah, it was. I couldn’t have done it without you. You were quite the hit,” I told her.

  “I was?”

  “Yeah, especially with my male co-workers. They’re very jealous that I get to live next door to you.” I punctuated my statement with a laugh.

  “Hey, you know what? I was really looking forward to a swim and I was so busy, I never had the chance.” Kennedy said.

  “Help yourself. I’ll start cleaning up.”

  “OK.”

  Kennedy turned and walked, very sexily I thought, toward the pool. Her skinny jeans and Uggs boots made her look simply delectable from behind. I turned and headed into the kitchen and began gathering up empty wine and champagne bottles. I noticed that there was quite a bit of champagne left.

  “Hey, you want any more champagne? There’s a bunch left.” I yelled loud enough for Kennedy to hear.

  “Yeah, that sounds great!” Moments later, I heard a loud splash in the pool.

  I poured a couple of glasses, and gathered them up as well as a nearly full bottle and went into the pool room. I saw a pile of Kennedy’s clothes and her Uggs on the deck of the pool.

  When I looked and saw Kennedy in the pool, she was treading water in the deep end. Her wet hair was slicked back to her head. With the pool light on, I could clearly make out her body under the surface of the water. She did not appear to be wearing a swimsuit.

  I stood slack-jawed in amazement. I had a quick vision of Steve chasing me down the street firing at me with a large caliber handgun.

  “Are you wearing what I think you’re wearing?” I asked,gulping nervously, already knowing the answer.

  “I felt like skinny-dipping,” she giggled.

  “Your dad would kick my ass if he walked in here right now.”

  “My dad’s goin’ be banging that woman all night. He never comes home until late the next morning when he stays at her place.”

  “Kennedy, I…uh…” I stammered badly.

  “I sure would like some company. I’m lonely in here by myself.” She screwed her face up into a pout.

  “Kennedy, are you trying to seduce me?” I said, paraphrasing the famous line from The Graduate.

  “Would it help if I said I was?” She looked at me as if she was deep in thought.

  “I don’t know. I keep having visions of your dad killing me in various painful ways,” I told her.

  “Well, I’m not going to tell my daddy. You don’t have to either,” she said reasonably.

  I paused, uncertain of what to do.

  “You know, I’ve had a crush on you since you moved in next door.” Kennedy told me matter-of-factly.

  “Kennedy, you were six!” I was surprised at her confession.

  “I know. I’ve had a thing for you for as long as I’ve known you.” She returned to her pout.

  “Kennedy, I…uh…” As I stammered for a way out of this predicament, I had a vision of Steve splitting my head with an axe after hacking my pecker off with a dull knife.

  “I’ve fantasized about you…” Kennedy purred from the side of the pool.

  My self-control crumbled. I remembered again what my dad said about a stiff prick having no conscience. I was now sporting a raging hard-on, brought about my Kennedy’s sexy banter.

  I began unbuttoning my shirt and peeled it off.

  “It’s going to be nice to have a man, instead of those boys.” Kennedy continued to tease from the pool. My cock got hard enough to cut diamonds.

  I kicked off my shoes, and unbuttoned my pants. My tight blue jeans did nothing to contain my cock after I unbuttoned the waist, and I had gone commando to the party. As soon as I unbuttoned the jeans, my cock sprung up, liberate
d into view.

  “Mmmmmm….Yummy!” Kennedy said with a moan.

  I slid the jeans down, and then stood before this teenage beauty stark naked, with my cock standing at rigid attention. I walked down the steps into the pool. She swam over to me.

  “Now how about that socially permissible New Year’s Eve kiss! But a good one this time?” she asked me, her face now just inches from mine.

  Our mouths met, and I felt her lips part. Her tongue delicately darted out and contacted mine. Our tongues danced seductively across each other, probing each other’s mouths. We kissed long, slow and wet, gently making out.

  Our hands began to roam up and down each other’s body. Kennedy was standing in water about neck deep. My hands found her nubile breasts. They were firm and round and perfectly shaped. They were the most beautiful breasts I think I had ever seen. Her hand dropped to my cock and encircled it.

  “You’re so much bigger than I imagined!” She whispered after breaking contact with my mouth.

  My hand dropped to her pussy. She had it perfectly and smoothly shaved. I slid one finger up and down the length of her vulva and traced it delicately across her hooded clit. Then I slid it down and found her swollen lips. Her desire had engorged them, and they felt puffy and soft to the touch. I penetrated her with my finger, finding her soft, warm and moist inside.

  I grabbed her with both hands around the waist and easily lifted her up and sat her on the edge of the pool. Standing in the water, I was at face level with her pussy. I parted her legs and dove in.

  I began to gently lick her upper thighs before settling in to lave her pussy. Running my tongue up and down her slit, she leaned back on her arms, and began to moan as I ate her pussy. I found her slit and tongue-fucked her, causing her to squirm with excitement.