[Group] [MMF] My boyfriend [30M] and I [28F] broke social distancing to fuck our neighbor [19 or 20M] – [Part 2] [mentions of pregnancy] [light bisexuality]

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After a moment, I followed Henry inside the apartment, feeling Nick’s eyes on my ass as it swayed with my movements. I paused in the doorway and looked back at him, making meaningful eye contact but not saying anything. He was still sitting in his patio chair, covered in his own semen, and staring at me. I bit my lip and smiled, and I stepped inside.

Henry was standing there waiting for me, a shit-eating grin on his face. I squealed as he wrapped me up in a hug so tight it lifted me off my feet and swung us in a circle. “That was fucking hot,” he groaned, peppering kisses along my cheeks and neck as he set me down gently, “Do you think he’ll take us up on it and come over?”

“I guess we’ll have to wait and see!” I smiled, biting my lip again as a blush crossed my face.

Henry cupped my face and gently rubbed his thumbs across my freckled cheeks. “How can you be one of the horniest, most sexually open people I’ve ever met and still blush at the idea of fucking the boy next door?”

I shook my head and shrugged, that same stupid smile on my face. “I have absolutely no idea. I think I have a crush on him?”

Henry laughed and pulled me tighter, crushing my face against his pecks. He dropped a kiss on the top of my head and pressed his cheek against it, holding me and rocking us gently from side to side. “Well we’ll have to see what we can do about getting you that boy.”

After a few moments, I went to sit upside down on the couch with my legs propped up on the wall. I huffed slightly. There was a slight snag in our quest to get me to fuck Nick – Henry and I are spending quarantine trying to get me pregnant. Some people get into gardening, other people get into exercise. We got into the hobby of Henry cumming inside me as much and as frequently as possible. The couch dipped slightly as Henry sat down by my head. His handsome face swam into view, upside down. He adjusted my neck so that it was cushioned on one of his thick thighs. I smiled up at him. “Thank you, Spider-Man.”

He chuckled and pressed a soft kiss on my lips upside down. We rested there in comfortable silence for a while, one of Henry’s hands draped down my chest with his palm splayed across my lower stomach. I wrapped both my arms around his arm and kissed it, holding him closer to me. He smiled and rubbed his thumb gently on my lower stomach. No matter how dirty or rough our sex is in the moment, our aftercare and attempted pregnancy routine is always gentle and sappy, with Henry sitting with me while I wait for my body to absorb his cum. I had once told him that he can get on with his day while I wait, but the intensity with which he responded had made me fall in love with him all over again. “We’re in this together,” he had told me, “why the fuck would I leave you to do this alone when I could share this part of the process with you?”

I smiled, thinking back to that conversation and its sexy aftermath. “What are you smiling about?” Henry asked, his own face breaking into a grin.

“Oh, nothing.”

“Nick?”

“Well now I am,” I laughed.

He joined in, his thumb still gently rubbing my skin. When he spoke again, his voice was low and husky. “I want to watch you with him.”

I nodded, waiting for him to continue. There was a clear “but” at the end of the sentence. “But,” Henry continued, “I think we need to be careful. He’s a kid, and we don’t want him to think it’s something that it’s not. Also we need to take proper precautions to make sure this baby is a Henry original and not a Nick remix.”

I laughed but nodded, staying silent to let Henry say his piece. “So obviously condoms, but also I kind of don’t think he should actually spend much if any time fucking you vaginally. At least not until after we know you’re pregnant.”

“Are you proposing he fuck me up the ass while you watch?” I teased, knowing it would get the intended response.

Henry’s eyes darkened, a wicked grin on his upside-down face. “That’s exactly what I’m proposing.”

………

The next day, Nick wasn’t on the patio when Henry and I went out for our mid-afternoon coffee, bringing the full pot out there with us for refills. We sat there for about half an hour, enjoying the breeze and sipping in comfortable silence. Finally Henry spoke, “I think we scared him off.”

I laughed, but my stomach sank. “We did go from 0 to 100 pretty quickly.”

“I’m sure he’s ok. Probably just out for a run or grocery shopping.”

On cue, Nick’s sliding glass door opened and he stepped through, looking devastatingly cute as always in thin pajama pants and a t-shirt with his school mascot on it. “Hey guys,” he called over as my heart began to pound in my chest, “I didn’t hear you come out here.”

“Want some coffee?” Henry offered, gesturing to the pot.

“Yeah, that would be great actually!”

“I’ll grab you a mug – come hop the railing.”

Nick did as he was told while Henry walked back into the apartment. The trip to get a mug should have taken Henry a matter of seconds, but he lingered, giving me time to talk to Nick. Nick smiled at me while he climbed over the shared railing and settled into the patio chair next to me, his hair still sticking up in the back from where it rested on his pillow. “Good afternoon,” I smiled.

“Hi,” he murmured shyly.

“Yesterday was really fun.”

“Um, yeah, I really really liked it.”

I sat up in my chair to lean forward, lightly tracing patterns on his forearm with my middle finger. He leaned forward too, his face inches from mine. “Henry can be a bit possessive,” I whispered, “but he told me he’d make an exception for you if you’re interested.”

Nick gulped. I watched the way his Adam’s Apple bobbed, taking in the light scruff that was just starting to form on his jaw and neck as his body transitioned away from peach fuzz. “I — I’d really like that,” he whispered, not meeting my eyes.

My finger continued its patterns on his skin, loving the goosebumps that erupted in its wake. “You should know that I’m not on birth control and that Henry has put down a ground rule that you’re not allowed to enter my pussy. Is that ok with you?”

He nodded, his eyes finally meeting mine. “Good!” I said casually, leaning back in my chair and crossing one leg over the other, “Then we’re all on the same page.”

Nick laughed, a lovely sound. I made a resolution to make him laugh as much as possible. The sliding glass door behind me opened as Henry returned with a mug for Nick. He poured Nick a generous cup and slid it over across the table. “Thank you for the coffee,” Nick said.

“What’s mine is yours,” Henry smirked, winking at him.

The next hour or so was uneventful, the three of us just enjoying a beautiful Sunday and chatting about everything and nothing. Nick was definitely a silly college kid with silly college kid interests, but it was fun to talk to somebody new. The conversation turned to the things we missed most about pre-quarantine life, and Nick brought up how he missed getting regular haircuts. “It just feels scruffy and itchy now,” he complained, bringing a hand up to ruffle his hair.

“I can cut it, if you’d like,” I offered, “I do Henry’s hair about once a month.”

Henry turned his head slowly to showcase my work. “Really? I mean that would be awesome, thank you!” Nick exclaimed.

“I have time now – let me just grab my supplies.”

“Thank you!” He repeated.

Such a good, polite boy. By the time I returned with the scissors, clippers, and a comb, Nick was sitting on a stool near the railing, laughing at one of Henry’s jokes. “Ok how would you like this done? You only have two options. Long on top and short on the sides like a white supremacist or more even all around like Henry’s.” I asked, brandishing the clippers like a sword.

“Like Henry’s please,” he laughed.

“It’ll be easier to clean up if you take your shirt off,” Henry suggested helpfully.

I gave him a pointed look, but Nick was already whipping the t-shirt over his head and tossing it on the table. I began combing his hair gently, assessing the damage of over a month of untempered growth. Nick closed his eyes and gently leaned back against me. “That feels nice,” he whispered.

Working methodically, I circled Nick slowly as I trimmed, tufts of blond hair falling to the patio floor. I knelt in front of him, holding his chin to tilt his face up as I checked that his sideburns were even. He met my gaze and smiled, something hidden in his smile. I smiled back at him, rubbing a thumb gently across his cheek before grabbing the clippers to get the back of his neck. After about fifteen minutes, I was done. I knelt in front of him again, opening my phone camera in selfie mode so he could check my work. “Don’t you look handsome,” I gushed, placing a hand on his shoulder for balance.

A sniffle surprised me. Nick looked away from me with a watery smile, brushing a tear away from his eye embarrassedly. “I’m sorry, I don’t know why this is happening. I just haven’t been touched by anybody since this all started and it’s been really hard.”

I put my phone down on the table and wrapped Nick in my arms, rubbing his back gently. “Hey. It’s ok. I can’t imagine how isolating that must have been.”

Nick gripped me back tightly, his shoulders shaking. My heart seized, sympathetic tears pooling in my eyes and threatening to spill over. I kissed his cheek softly and buried my face against his bare shoulder, holding him as he cried. I heard Henry get up and walk over to us. He draped his arms around both of us in a bear hug, his cheek resting against the top of my head. I was surprised to feel a tear slide down Henry’s face and drip onto my hair. “What are YOU crying about?” I asked him as Nick let out a watery laugh.

Henry shrugged, the movement pulling all of us closer together. “I cry when I see other people cry,” he said unashamedly.

My gentle giant. We stayed there in a huddle for several minutes, wrapped up in each other as Nick and Henry tried to pull themselves together. Eventually Nick began to loosen his grip around my shoulders, pulling back slightly and swiping the back of his hands over his cheeks. I placed a gentle kiss on his forehead, my hand still rubbing his back softly. He looked up at me and leaned forward suddenly to kiss me. I froze, too surprised to kiss him back. He broke the kiss as quickly as it started, glancing between Henry and me apologetically. “I’m sorry, was that ok?”

Instead of answering, I leaned back down and captured his lips with mine. He kissed me back urgently, his arms pulling me closer to stand between his legs. I opened my mouth, granting his tongue entrance. He was a sloppy, slightly inexperienced kisser, but I loved it all the same. It reminded me of the boys I would fool around with in high school – all energy and desperation. Our tongues battled as we stood up slowly, Nick’s hands sliding down to cup my ass and pull me against him. He was shorter than Henry, so it was easy for me to wrap my arms around his neck and press my tits against his chest without having to get on my tiptoes.

We broke the kiss after another moment, Nick placing one and then two more chaste kisses against my lips as he pulled away. “We need to wash off all these stray hairs,” I laughed, trying and failing to brush away some clippings that were stuck to Nick’s neck.

Henry and I walked towards the apartment, Nick still standing stuck on the porch, unsure of what to do. “Are you coming?” I asked, turning back to face him.

An excited smile burst across his face, and he jogged to catch up.

We all crowded in the bathroom, helping each other disrobe slowly. Henry stepped in the shower first, turning on the water. “It will be a tight squeeze, but I’m sure we can make it,” he called out as he adjusted the temperature.

“That won’t be a problem,” I murmured, watching the way Nick’s hungry eyes flicked between Henry and my naked forms.

I joined Henry in the shower, turning my back so it pressed against his chest. Nick followed me closely, stepping in carefully and stopping a few inches away from me so that we were facing each other. I met his gaze as Henry began to rub soap into my shoulders, a contented smile on my lips. Nick shivered nervously, and I opened my arms to let him step closer and into the warm stream of water. Henry passed me the soap before rubbing his hands down my body, cheekily reaching around to cover one of my tits with suds. I lathered the soap in my hands and placed them on Nick’s upper arms, kissing him softly as I washed him. He groaned and leaned into my touch. I couldn’t imagine how starved for physical contact he was. Moving my right fingers up the back of his neck and my left hand to his shoulder, I began to massage him, increasing the pressure as I deepened the kiss.

Henry’s hands gripped my tits, all pretenses of washing me gone as he toyed with my nipples. I moaned into my kiss with Nick, arching my back so my ass could press against Henry. He bent his knees so that his cock could slip between my legs, sliding up and down the outside of my labia with ease. One of Nick’s hands gripped against my scalp at the base of my ponytail, pulling his face even closer to mine. His other hand began tugging gently on his cock. I needed more.

Pushing both boys off of me, I knelt carefully on the shower floor, turning so that my body was facing out of the shower while they were both facing me. I took Nick’s cock in my mouth first, going slowly to prolong the experience. He groaned and placed his hand on my head again. I gripped the base of his cock with my left hand, my right hand searching blindly for Henry’s dick. Henry angled himself so that his cock landed in my palm. Moaning, I jerked him roughly, using the same pace as the one I was setting for Nick. Glancing up, I saw Nick staring at me through hooded eyes, pleasure etched into every inch of his face. I closed my eyes and sank my mouth down the entire length of his cock, stopping at the base to stretch my tongue out to lick his balls. I was used to sucking Henry’s dick, which takes up more room in my mouth, so I knew I would be able to pull out all the stops for Nick.

Nick began fucking my face roughly, groaning with pleasure as he realized he was able to bottom out on each thrust. Henry started pumping into my fist, expertly matching Nick’s tempo. I moaned, loving the groan it elicited as I sent vibrations down Nick’s cock. “I’m not going to last long,” he whispered, “I’m sorry.”

I let go of Henry to grab Nick’s other hand and place it on my head. I looked up at him as his cock slid in and out of my lips, suctioning them hard to tighten around his shaft. He fucked my face in earnest, his balls slapping against my chin from the momentum. I moaned again, flicking my tongue around the head of his cock inside my mouth on each thrust. Nick groaned, salty cum suddenly filling my mouth as his legs shook slightly. Swallowing every drop, I brought my hands around to cup his ass, pulling him in deeper. His cheeks tensed in my hands as the final spurts of cum shot down my throat. I slowly pulled my mouth back, rubbing my tongue back and forth around the underside his shaft until I reached his tip. Swirling my tongue, I took another couple passes at the head of his cock, loving the sensitive spasms it caused.

Henry helped me up, his strong arms looping under my armpits to pull me to a standing position, and then reaching one hand to tug at my nipples while the other pressed down on top of my cunt. Nick kissed me roughly and pressed his body against mine, not caring (or maybe enjoying) that he and Henry were now touching. Nick pulled back and Henry loosened his grip, returning to ostensibly washing me. “I’m sorry,” Nick repeated embarrassedly.

“I loved it,” I told him truthfully, one of my hands cupping his cheek to make him look me in the eye, “That has to have been different from just using your hand for the last month at least. And besides, this way you’ll last longer for round two.”

Nick’s dazzling smile returned to his face. “Give me two minutes and I’ll be ready.”

Henry snorted from behind me. “Fuck, I miss being a teenager.”

We spent the rest of the shower in comfortable silence, washing ourselves and each other and oh-so-casually brushing against each other’s most sensitive parts. Eventually we were all clean and pruny. Henry turned off the faucet as Nick stepped onto the bathmat, shivering slightly and not sure which towel to grab. I followed him and took my towel off the rack, wrapping it around him and rubbing his arms roughly over the cloth to warm him up. He smiled and leaned down to kiss me once chastely, his cock clearly already hard again. We took a step to the side to let Henry out. Henry grabbed his towel and pulled my back against him, draping the towel across both our shoulders and kissing my neck softly.

We stood there a moment, dripping gently on the bathmat, nobody making the first move. “Would you like to come to our bedroom?” I asked finally.

Nick nodded, his lips parted slightly. Henry swept me off my feet as I shrieked with delight, fireman carrying me into the bedroom as his towel fell to the bathroom floor. He tossed me on the bed, my tits bouncing with inertia, and climbed between my spread legs to rest his chest against mine. We kissed sensually, rubbing against each other like teenagers. I looked up to see Nick in the doorway, waiting for permission to join in. “Get in here, Nick.”

He didn’t need to be asked twice. Grinning excitedly, he knelt next to me on the bed, leaning over to suck on my neck as Henry slowly slid down my body. Henry kissed his way down my stomach to my hipbones, scraping his teeth against them ticklishly before kissing his way to the other side and continue his teasing. I captured Nick’s mouth with mine, moaning as Henry finally took my clit into his mouth and flicked his tongue against it. Nick’s hands pawed at my tits, his hands fumbling inexperiencedly as he squeezed a little too tightly and pinched my nipples a little too roughly. I guided his hands gently, giving him direction so he could touch me the way I like. He picked up the movements quickly, course-correcting with ease and making me moan into his kisses as his tongue penetrated my mouth. “Straddle my chest,” I told him breathlessly as I broke the kiss.

He did as he was told, his cock pressed between my tits as I held them firm on either side. I angled my face down as he began thrusting between my breasts, the tip of his cock brushing against my outstretched tongue on each forward thrust. Henry pressed two fingers into my drenched pussy, massaging me gently and keeping up the warm pressure on my clit as Nick fucked my tits. It wasn’t long before I was cumming, my face flushing as I orgasmed around Henry’s fingers and ground my pussy against his tongue.

Henry laid down on the bed to my left, watching Nick pump rhythmically between my tits. Henry grabbed my left leg and lifted it, angling his body down so that he could enter me from behind. His cock slid past my entrance easily, my drenched pussy adjusting to fit him comfortably but snugly. My body was in bliss – two gorgeous men thrusting against me and placing pressure on my body and sending delicious tingles across my limbs. Nick slowed his movements to a crawl and then swung his leg over me to fall on the bed on my other side. “I need a break,” he panted, “I don’t want to cum yet.”

I kissed him while Henry fucked me, one of Henry’s hands holding my leg up and the other slipping under my neck to help prop up my head as I turned on my side to face Nick. Nick cupped my face with one hand and used the other to tease my nipples the way I taught him. I locked eyes with him, my eyebrows knit together with pleasure. “Play with my clit,” I ordered.

His hand left my tits to press down hard on my clit. I winced. “Softer, please.”

His eyes glanced back up at me, smiling apologetically as he dialed back the pressure. He gently rubbed my clit. “Peeeerfect,” I moaned, my eyes fluttering closed with pleasure.

Nick’s fingers continued their massage, occasionally pausing to edge me by spreading his fingers in a V down the length of my labia. I panted, impressed by his instincts and frustrated by the teasing. He smiled cockily, gaining confidence. His palm came down to cup and press against my mound while his fingers spread my pussy lips, providing access for Henry to fuck me deeper. Henry groaned, his cock pushing into the hilt during each thrust. I looked down, moaning at the sight of Henry’s cock disappearing into my cunt and Nick’s fingers opening me wider.

Emboldened, Nick inched his fingers closer to my entrance until Henry’s cock was brushing against the the V of Nick’s pointer and ring finger. Henry’s thrusts stayed consistent, unbothered by the presence of Nick’s hand. Henry kissed my neck, sucking it lightly. “You don’t have to be shy,” he told Nick.

I saw Nick’s cock twitch slightly against his stomach. He slid down the bed until his face was next to my pussy, Henry’s hand lifting my leg higher to make room for Nick. Nick dove right in, his tongue circling my clit and dipping down to brush against Henry’s cock as it pumped in and out of me. “Keep going,” I moaned.

Nick’s tongue attacked my clit, causing the leg in Henry’s hand to shake. “Ohhhh, fuck, Nick,” I murmured.

What he didn’t have in skill he more than made up for in enthusiasm, his tongue’s energetic presence between my legs quickly bringing me to the brink of another orgasm. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop! Don’t change what you’re doing, I’m going to cum!”

He followed orders, keeping his movements consistent as his tongue and Henry’s cock worked in tandem to push me over the edge. I came hard, my entire body shaking and clenching, my fingers digging into Nick’s scalp and Henry’s arm, their names shouted from my lips as I screamed myself hoarse. Nick laughed triumphantly, releasing my clit from his unrelenting mouth. Henry slowed his thrusts, kissing my neck. My body went limp, completely overwhelmed. “Yeah, our girl can be a bit of a screamer,” he told Nick.

“That’s the first time I’ve gotten a girl to cum from oral,” Nick said excitedly, “that was amazing.”

“Take these lessons with you, young one,” Henry whispered sagely.

I slapped his arm lightly. “Stop talking about me like I’m not even here.”

“You love it,” Henry murmured, biting down on my neck.

He was right. I looked down at Nick to see him biting his lip, staring Henry’s cock as it slid in and out of me slowly. “Can I try something?” He asked, glancing up at Henry for permission.

“Go ahead,” Henry replied gently.

Nick slipped a hand between us to circle the base of Henry’s cock. The next time Henry slid out of my pussy, Nick dipped his head down, taking Henry’s cock in his mouth for a moment. He bobbed his head slowly twice and then stopped, angling Henry’s cock to go back in my pussy. I smiled down at him. “How was that?”

“I liked it,” Nick replied shyly.

“And Henry?” I asked.

I felt Henry shrug. “A mouth is a mouth, but I can think of a better way to make this work.”

He pulled out of me, stroking his cock as he got on his knees. I could see that he had slightly lost his erection and realized he was just being polite to Nick. A warm appreciation for his kindness gripped my heart – he clearly didn’t want to discourage Nick from exploring his sexuality but was also subtly protecting himself from being the recipient. Henry angled me so that I was on all fours and pushed inside me from behind, his cock fully hard again by the time it was docked in my pussy. I patted the bed in front of me, indicating that Nick should sit there. He obliged, pride and excitement on his face as I took his erection in my mouth once more. Henry’s hands gripped my ass, pushing into me roughly as I moved my lips up and down Nick’s cock. I felt Henry’s thumb begin to circle my asshole. He ran his thumb along the ridge before dipping it inside, the pressure making me moan against Nick’s erection. “Nick,” Henry called over softly, “reach in the bedside table and grab the lube and a condom.”

“Check the expiration date on the condom,” I murmured, barely able to speak.

“It’s fine,” Nick responded.

His cheeks were pink as he passed the lube and condom to Henry, and I realized he must have seen the vibrators and strap-on and various other assorted toys in the drawer. I pressed a kiss to the tip of his cock, smirking slightly before sinking my mouth down on him once more. Henry squirted some lube on my puckered hole, sinking his pointer finger in to spread it along the inside. I moaned encouragingly. Henry dripped more lube and inserted his middle finger as well, his fingers pumping in and out in tandem with his cock. “Put on the condom,” he ordered Nick, tossing it back to him.

I pulled my head back, watching Nick to see his reaction. Nick’s eyes were wide, but he did as he was told, ripping open the wrapper with his teeth, pinching the tip, and rolling it down the length of his erection. Henry pulled out to readjust us. He laid down on the edge of the bed on his back, his feet planted on the floor, and pulled me on top of him in a straddle, my pussy sinking down on his cock. I usually hate cowgirl, but I was more than willing to make an exception for this. I pressed my chest against Henry’s, kissing him deeply. Nick got up and walked around the bed so that he was standing behind me, his loud panting audible even with my heart pounding in my ears. “Please go slowly,” I begged breathlessly, breaking the kiss with Henry, “I almost never do anal.”

Nick kissed my shoulder softly, the scruff on his cheeks scraping my skin in the most pleasurable way. I felt his latex-clad cock press against the entrance to my ass. Henry’s hips stayed still below me, kissing my neck and murmuring words of encouragement. Nick’s cock pushed past the initial resistance of my hole until just the head was inside of me. “Is this ok?” He murmured, kissing my shoulder again.

I nodded. “You can keep going.”

Another benefit of Nick’s cock being smaller than Henry’s is that I could take the full length of him in my ass without too much discomfort. What would have been a painful stretch with Henry was instead a comfortably full sensation with Nick as he pushed the rest of the way in, docking for a moment after he was pressed inside all the way. Henry began thrusting from underneath me, his hands gripping and spreading my cheeks for easier access, making my pussy feel even more full than usual because of the twin pressure coming from Nick’s cock. Nick moved in and out slowly behind me, his hands on my waist for balance. I had never felt so full, so enveloped by warm bodies, so desired. At no point did I feel degraded or like a set of holes to be used for their pleasure. This was love-making: slow and intense and passionate.

Nick increased his pace, his body moving out of sync with Henry’s in the most blissfully overwhelming way. “Fuuuck, you feel good,” Nick moaned.

I could only whimper in response, overwhelmed and almost limply splayed across Henry’s broad chest. “More,” I whined softly.

They both began thrusting into me faster, reaching a dichotomous, intentionally mis-matched pace with one of them always pushing in while the other pulled out. I moaned loudly, my face resting on one of Henry’s hard pecs as I lost the ability to hold myself up. “She’s close,” Henry groaned, straining not to cum before I did, “You should play with her clit.”

One of Nick’s hands left my waist to press against my clit softly, rubbing it like I had showed him earlier as he and Henry massaged both my holes from the inside. I felt Henry lift his mouth to suck on my neck and re-angle himself to better hit my g-spot, and that was that. I couldn’t have stopped myself from screaming their names if I had tried, my pussy and my ass clenching around their cocks and overwhelmed tears streaming down my face onto Henry’s chest. My body shook aggressively, its spasms radiating from my abs and sending shockwaves across my limbs as my full-body orgasm spread to the very tips of my fingers and the pads of my toes. “Holy shit,” I heard Nick whisper.

They powered through, rhythmically pumping inside of me as I sobbed against Henry’s pecs, completely overwhelmed and fully incapable of coherent speech. One of Henry’s hands left my ass to stroke my hair, murmuring soft, loving words of encouragement. “You’re ok, baby, you’re safe. You are so fucking beautiful, sweetheart, you have no idea how good you feel.”

Burying my face into Henry’s chest, I clenched my hands around his biceps as soon as I was able to regain control of them. The moans coming from my mouth were inhuman and guttural, sounding more like an animal than a woman in her late twenties as they prolonged my orgasm. “I’m going to cum,” Nick’s strained voice said from behind me, sounding a mile away, “should I cum in the condom?”

I nodded, incapable of doing anything else. A few more thrusts and he was suddenly still, his cock pulsing in my ass as he released his load into the condom. Henry slowed down, still whispering softly to me. “That’s my girl. You feel so fucking good, baby. You’re so wet. I love the feeling of your tight pussy around me.”

My wracking sobs slowed and stopped, allowing me to catch my breath. Nick pulled out of me all the way, and I vaguely registered the sound of the condom hitting the inside of the trash can. Henry scooped me up in his arms like I was a pillow, adjusting us higher on the bed and rotating us so that my back was on the bed with my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. He began to fuck me with long, languid thrusts, his eyes holding mine. I brought one hand down to cup his face, bringing it to mine for a soft, loving kiss. I could taste the remnants of my salty tears as we kissed, my body barely recovered from the intense experience only a few moments ago. Henry’s thrusts got harder, pumping in and out with force as he neared his orgasm. “Cum for me, Henry,” I whispered, burying my face in his neck.

A few more pumps and he was shooting cum high up my cunt, rope after rope of thick semen filling me. He kissed me passionately, his tongue tangling with mine as he groaned, his shoulders shaking slightly through his release. He collapsed on top of me, his weight crushing me with the most enjoyable pressure. Nick sat down on the bed next to me, one of his hands coming to hold mine. We all laid there a moment, overwhelmed by what we had all just experienced and struggling to catch our breaths. Eventually Henry rolled off of me to the side opposite where Nick lay, kissing me one more time as our heartbeats slowly returned to normal. I dropped Nick’s hand so that I could rotate my body, placing a pillow underneath my lower back and resting my legs against the wall behind the headboard. Nick watched confusedly, slowly putting the pieces together. “Are you–?”

“Sorry, I should have explained earlier,” I panted, “I’m not on birth control right now because we’re trying to get pregnant.”

Shock spread across his face comically, his upside-down expressions looking like something out of a cartoon. Quickly his shock gave way to genuine excitement. “That’s awesome, you guys! Congratulations!”

I chuckled, stopping short as I felt some cum start to slide out of me from the laughter. Henry flipped his body so that he was parallel to me, his head next to mine and his legs also on the wall. Nick clambered to follow suit. Henry rested his hand on my stomach reverently as he kissed my cheek. Nick watched, his expression indiscernible. “You know,” he finally said, “you guys are a really…interesting couple.”

Henry and I both burst into laughter, shaking the bed with our mirth. “We get that a lot,” Henry explained after he calmed down.

“So I take it I’m not the first guy to join you in here,” Nick said, a teasing smile on his lips.

“No,” I admitted, lacing my fingers through his and bringing them up to my mouth to press a soft kiss on the back of his hand, “but that was definitely the most I’ve ever enjoyed it.”

Nick flushed, clearly pleased with himself. I tugged his hand gently, silently asking him for a kiss. He pressed his lips softly against mine, nibbling my bottom lip gently. He was a skilled kisser when he wasn’t so frantic. I smiled at him, our foreheads almost touching.

Probably an hour passed before any of us moved. Henry was the first to sit up, stretching and cracking his back with impressive volume. “I’m starving,” he groaned, “does anybody want me to order a pizza?”

I shrieked out my assent, the volume startling Nick and making him laugh. Henry grabbed his phone, quietly placing the order as Nick and I both slowly sat upright. I kissed Nick on the cheek and padded over to the bathroom, tossing all our clothes out the door before shutting it for some privacy. By the time I emerged, Nick and Henry were both fully clothed and sitting in the living room, watching something on Henry’s phone. I smiled at them and grabbed some clothes from the bedroom, still throwing them on by the time I sat between them on the couch. I leaned back against Henry until I was between his legs practically on his lap as he sat sideways in the couch. Taking Nick’s hands, I pulled him towards me, turning him so his back was pressed against my chest, sandwiching me between him and Henry.

I ran my fingers through Nick’s freshly-cut hair, massaging his scalp before working my way down to his shoulders. Henry rested his forehead against my back, sighing contentedly. Nick looked over his shoulder at us, that same watery smile from earlier on his face. “Thank you, he whispered, “I really needed this.”

Stilling my movements, I wrapped my arms around him from behind, my fingers locking together on his sternum. Henry mimicked me, his large arms wrapping around both of us to crush us against his chest. I kissed Nick’s cheek, glad there weren’t tears, and nuzzled my face into his neck. “We all need to be touched,” I murmured.

A chime from Henry’s phone interrupted us to announce the arrival of the pizza via contact-less delivery. He untangled himself from us after placing a quick peck on my forehead, opening the door and jogging down the steps to grab our food. Nick turned in my arms, laying me down against the couch softly and resting his face on my chest. I stroked his hair gently, enjoying the feeling of his steady breathing. Henry returned after a couple minutes, the smell of hot pizza flowing through the open door several seconds before his large frame filled the doorway. He smiled at the sight of us cuddling on the couch, his eyebrows knitting together sympathetically. Rather than disturb Nick, he set the table for three quietly.

My stomach rumbled loudly, making Nick burst into laughter and look around disorientedly. “Pizza here? I think I fell asleep for a second.”

“Come and eat, kid, you must be starving,” called over Henry from the table, “I can’t imagine you’ve been feeding yourself properly.”

We devoured the pizza quickly, barely pausing to breathe. I yawned loudly after I finished my last bite, setting off a chain reaction around the table. I checked the clock above the stove. “Is 8 pm too early to go to bed?”

Nick shrugged. “Time has no meaning in quarantine. I should probably go home anyway.”

I shrugged back at him, not really wanting him to go yet, my body almost aching with worry over this sweet, lonely boy. “If you want to.”

We got up from the table, Nick wrapping me in a hug and peppering enthusiastic kisses on my cheek. I giggled, his scruff tickling me. He released me to hug Henry, barely coming up past his shoulders. Henry squeezed him affectionately. “You’re welcome over any time,” Henry told him sincerely.

Nick started to head to the front door before pausing. “I don’t have my keys,” he laughed, “I came over from the patio.”

I laughed and opened the sliding glass door for him. He gave me a final tight hug. “Thank you,” he repeated, his face muffled by my hair.

He stepped through, closing the door behind him and disappearing from view as he climbed over the railing back to his own patio. Henry wrapped his arms around me from behind. “He’ll be ok,” he whispered, but he didn’t sound completely convinced.

We cleaned up from dinner and got ready for bed in a trance, completely exhausted from our food coma and the day’s rigorous activities. Henry was in bed waiting for me to finish brushing my teeth when I heard a knock on the door. I opened it, my toothbrush still in my mouth, to find Nick standing there in fresh sweatpants and a different t-shirt. His feet shuffled nervously, his eyes not meeting mine. “My apartment is really fucking quiet,” he admitted, his voice quiet, “I don’t want to overstay my welcome, but can I crash with you guys just for tonight? I can’t go back to being alone yet.”

I opened the door wider to let him through, gesturing welcomingly towards the bedroom. He shuffled ahead of me as I went to spit out the toothpaste and put away my toothbrush. He was standing in the doorway to the bedroom talking to Henry when I finished up. I slid past him and climbed into bed, angling my body so that Henry was spooning me. Nick smiled at me shyly. “Thanks, guys. Do you have any specific pillows or blankets for the couch?”

Henry snorted. “Get in the bed, idiot.”

Nick’s smile was dazzling as he crossed the room and climbed in next to me. Henry clicked off the light on his bedside table, flooding the room with darkness. I pulled Nick’s back against my chest and wrapped an arm around him. His fingers laced through mine. Our spoon train took a second to readjust and get comfortable, but the room was quickly filled with the comforting sound of the boys’ deep breathing as they nodded off. I laid there a moment with my eyes open, warm and safe between these two incredible men, my heart full enough to burst. Finally I closed my eyes, nuzzled my face against Nick’s shoulder, and slipped into a blissful sleep.

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