The sensation stings and hurts, but I know from experience I often like a little pain. I try to hide my grimace, but Fletch is watching me closely. “Please, I want this.”

Finally, he is all the way in. Fletch pulls out a little and then pushes back in. I start to loosen up a little bit, but it is still the tightest fuck we’ve ever had. My pussy is glutted and stuffed.

“Fuck,” Shane moans. “You’re chockfull of cock now, nerd girl.”

“We’re going to fuck our baby into you tonight, Penelope,” Fletcher says, his voice raw and filthy as his muscles quake from trying so hard not to lose control and drive into me the way I know he wants to.

Shane’s hand rubs my stomach like he’s already imagining me pregnant. The sound of his sigh in my ear makes me clamp tighter around both of them. Shane bucks his hips beneath me, and we have to all pause to keep them inside. I’m so full. Pinned between my husbands and stuffed so full. We fuck so dirty, filthy, and raw it’s probably illegal. Their balls slap together on every thrust.

Shane starts tightening under me. “Christ. Penelope Smith, you are every fantasy I’ve ever had. Your men are going to fill you with so much cum tonight. God damn. Your pussy is a fucking miracle.”

Fletch starts humping us faster, losing some of that control. He’s probably bruising both their dicks, and I know I’m going to be sore later. Nobody can talk now. We’re a writhing mass of flesh created for one primal purpose right now. Grunt and groans and the slap of flesh bounce off the walls. The air tastes like salt. There is only fucking, and we fuck to come. To create life.

To breed.

I think I start it. I fall over the edge, tightening around them and contracting until labored breaths become moans and shouts. It’s brutal, feral, and primitive the way we grasp at whatever flesh we can hold onto as we all come. The sloppy mess below makes obscene, wet noises as all the cum mixes together.

“Are you okay?” Fletch finally asks me. He will never admit to it, but his eyes are wet.

I nod, but Shane answers beneath me. “Actually, I’m kind of being suffocated right now.”

We laugh and untangle carefully. The men tip me up and put pillows beneath my hips and we rest and breathe and hope and plan.

Maybe I don’t have a baby planted deep inside just yet. But it’s going to be a lot of fun making one.

A lot of fun I would have missed if I’d have never let myself be brave and allow them to teach me. To love me.