When I first found out that I was pregnant I couldn't understand it. Sure, Tom and Steve had done the sticky white stuff on my cunny a number of times...okay dozens of times; but they never actually put their boners inside my cunny. I mean, it's not like they ever did sex to me. After all, doesn't a guy have to put his boner INTO a girl's cunny and then do the white sticky stuff INSIDE her cunny for her to get pregnant?

After doing a little research on the internet I learned that it is ACTUALLY POSSIBLE for a girl to get pregnant if even just a little bit of a guy's sticky white stuff (apparently it's called sperm) gets into a girl's cunny (apparently called a vagina). It's too bad none of us knew that. If we had, there was NO WAY I would have let Tom and Steve do the sticky white stuff on my cunny. After learning that, I was kinda mad at the boys; but when I told them about what I had learned they were just as surprised by it as I had been. Not only were they surprised, they both SWORE they'd never heard that a girl could get pregnant without a guy's boner being inside the girl's cunny; they were so adamant about it that I knew they were telling the truth.

***

It must have been about a week after I learned how it is actually possible for a girl to get pregnant without actually having a guy do sex to her, when Tom told me he had done some research of his own on the internet.

I was half expecting him to tell me that there was no way that the sticky shite stuff he and Steve had done on my cunny could have gotten me pregnant; but he didn't. He told me that a girl who is pregnant can't get more pregnant. I asked what he was talking about: he explained that since I was already pregnant there was no reason for me to not let him put his boner in my cunny and do the sticky white stuff inside me. I was about to hit him, when he asked how it was fair that I was pregnant considering what we didn't do.

I was gonna accuse him of something, although I'm not entirely sure what: trying to trick me maybe... Then it hit me, he had a good point: I was pregnant and I'd never gotten to see what sex was like. That was like totally unfair! So I asked him if he was "sure a girl who's pregnant can't get more pregnant by"...

"Yeah," he definitively said, nodding his head yes.

I asked him to "show me the website where" he had read it; still concerned that he might be trying to trick me in some way.

He told me he had read the same thing on "several websites" and offered to show them to me.

***

The following day both boys met me in the school library during lunch. Tom showed both Steve and me a dozen different websites (one of them was the American Medical Associates official site) all of them said the same thing: "a pregnant woman is pregnant until she either gives birth, has miscarriage, or an abortion; sex during pregnancy doesn't change the fact that the woman is pregnant" albeit using slightly different words.

In light of these very reputable sources, I asked them if they wanted "to meet behind old deserted Jameson's house after school."

"Hell yeah!" Steve exclaimed, prompting a `shush' from the librarian who was well over forty feet away.

Tom asked "what time" we should meet there.

I suggested we meet at "about 4:00" before walking away without letting the boys answer. When I suggested we meet so they could do sex to me, I wasn't entirely sure I'd actually show up: a part of me wanted to stand them up as revenge for getting me pregnant... On the other hand, I did want to know what sex felt like...

***

I himmed and hawed about it throughout the rest of the school day, on the bus ride home, and for a while once I got home. At 3:45 I decided that it would be mean of me to not show up.

I thought it might be fun to make it a little `special', so I took off all my clothes and went to my closet. I was gonna dress sexy for the boys: so no bra, panties or socks; medium blue above the knee skirt, rolled up so the hem was only about two inches below the bottom of my butt; red halter top with spaghetti straps from last year, now skin-tight; and my one and only pair of dressy shoes, minimal heel, but white patent leather... A quick look in the full length mirror: not quite as sexy as I'd hoped, but as good as it was going to get considering the clothes I had to work with...

I shoved a blanket in the basket on the front of my bike and rode as fast as I could (not all that fast considering I was wearing a skirt and dress shoes) to the old deserted Jameson's house. When I arrived there, I heard Tom and Steve commenting about how I hadn't shown up. I walked around the back corner of the house carrying the blanket and asked if they were "lookin' for me..."

Steve was facing toward me, the instant he saw me his eyeballs looked like they were about to pop out of his head as he exclaimed, "Holy shit!" Tom turned around in a flash; his eyeballs also looked like they were gonna pop out of his head.

I asked if they liked how I was dressed: both boys nodded `yes' as I layed out the blanket on the ground.

"Ya know you're like ten minutes late..." Steve commented in an accusing tone.

"Yea: sorry...took longer to change and ride the bike in dress shoes than I expected," I offered a mostly honest explanation.

"So..." Tom began speaking once I had layed out the blanket on the ground.

"Well, who's gonna be first?" I asked through a little smile; in an attempt to be sexier. By the time I finished my question both boys had all but ripped off their clothing and were standing completely naked in front of me.

"I'm first," Tom declared.

"What: no way. I'm first," Steve said loudly.

"Why should you be first?"

"'Cause I suggested we could try kissing..."

"Yeah, but it was my idea to go swimming that day..."

The boys were shouting back and forth at each other. "Hey," I interrupted their argument, "How about rocks-paper-scissors?"

Both of them said, "Okay," at the same time. They then did a single game: Steve won.

"Alright Steve; you're up first," I said. Then, seeing the disappointed look on Tom's face I added, "Tom, why don't you take my clothes off..."

A huge, ear-to-ear smile appeared on Tom's face. Considering the way he reached out his hands, he must have been more than a little bit nervous; but nonetheless, he took hold of the bottom of my skin-tight red halter-top and began pulling it up over my head. Once my hands had cleared the straps Tom dropped my top on the ground next to the blanket, before bending over and tugging at the hem of my skirt. Little more than a second later the skirt was around my ankles. I was a bit surprised when Tom stepped back without even touching my shoes; but my shoes did have little buckles on the straps that went around my ankles...he must not have been sure how they worked and didn't want to break my shoes...

As I had so many times over the summer, I layed down on the blanket and spread my legs. Steve layed down on top of me; he positioned the tip of his boner against my cunny and began pushing it in.

It felt kinda weird, the way his boner was stretching out the inside of my cunny... For a brief second I felt this sharp shooting pain emanating from somewhere inside my cunny. Thankfully, though, the pain went away fairly quickly; almost completely subsiding at the same instant that I felt Steve's balls smack against my butt.

Steve started moving his hips around. His movements were making his boner slide in-and-out of my cunny. That felt good, really good...

Barely a minute after Steve first put his boner in my cunny, he jammed his hips up and forward. There was a smacking sound as his balls slapped against my butt, then he groaned. Shortly thereafter, I could feel this warm wetness deep inside my cunny. He nodded when I asked if he was "doing the sticky white stuff inside my cunny."

Seconds later Steve was rocking his hips back before rolling off me. In light of the way we had done what we had done that last Friday before school started; I made no attempt at cleaning Steve's sticky white stuff off my cunny. When Tom didn't immediately lay down on top of me, I asked him if he was "gonna do sex to me too, or just stand there." Tom didn't need any more encouragement than that: in a flash he was laying down on top of me and sticking his boner into my cunny.

Tom did exactly like Steve had done: moving his hips around so that his boner slid in-and-out of my cunny. The weird thing is; it felt different: it was almost like the sides of his boner were warmer and wetter... I couldn't complain about the difference, since it felt a bit better; but it did seem strange that the same movements would feel different like that.

Anyway, like a minute later, Tom jammed his hips up and forward the same way Steve had done. I heard a similar smacking sound as his balls slapped against my butt, and then Tom groaned that he was "doing the sticky white stuff inside" my cunny. He took a deep breath before rocking his hips back and rolling off me.

I don't think I could have blinked my eyes in the time between when Tom rolled off me and when Steve rolled back onto me. He quickly had his boner inside my cunny again and was sliding it in-and-out by moving his hips around. Shortly after Steve began moving his hips around I began hearing this quiet squishing sound. That was definitely weird, but then again so was the fact that this time Steve's boner felt almost exactly the same way Tom's had felt in my cunny: a bit too warm and too wet.

Glancing over to the side; I noticed that the entirety of Tom's boner (tip, sides, top, and bottom) was covered in a thin coating of the sticky white stuff. Just after I saw that a wave of good feelings seemed to ripple through my body from my cunny. It just looked so neat that I couldn't look away...

Then Steve was jamming his boner all the way into my cunny, I heard the familiar slapping sound of his balls smacking against my butt, he groaned, and I felt more warmth and moistness deep inside my cunny. Steve surprised me a bit by not immediately rolling off me. Instead, he layed there for a couple seconds, while asking me if I could "feel it when" they "did the sticky white stuff in" my cunny. I told him that I "felt a warm wetness deep inside my cunny when they did the sticky white stuff in me" and that "I liked it when they did sex to me".

Steve rolled off me, and Tom had his boner in my cunny. I quickly looked over to see that Steve's boner was also covered in a thin coating of sticky white stuff. Another wave of good feelings rippled through my body while Tom slid his boner in-and-out of my cunny.

Steve surprised both Tom and me when he stood up, put his pants on and told us he "saw something and would be back in a minute or two." I thought maybe somebody was watching us and tried to see were Steve had gone, but I couldn't tilt my head back far enough to see where he had went. Meanwhile Tom was still laying on top of me and was still moving his hips around: his boner continuing to slide-in-and-out of my cunny.

It was just Tom and me... I asked him how it felt having his "boner inside my cunny". He said it was "lots better than" what we had done over the summer. Before I could say anything more he told me that "doing the sticky white stuff inside" my "cunny was ten times better than doing it on the outside."

As he said those words, an electric shock shot out in all directions from my cunny. I could feel my fingers clench closed into fists; my toes clench inside my shoes, my toenails digging into the insoles; my back arched; my eyes seemed to roll back in my head... I couldn't see anything and I could barely hear anything, but I was experiencing the most enjoyable physical sensation I had ever felt in my life. Waves of pleasure just seemed to wash over me, one after another... I could tell that Tom was saying something; but the only words I managed to catch were "Nikki", "cunny", "boner" and "amazing". I felt the warm wetness of Tom doing the sticky white stuff deep inside my cunny, just as another wave of pleasure washed over me.

When I no longer felt the weight of Tom's body on top of me the waves of pleasure seemed to die down. I was panting heavily, trying to catch my breath when my eyes opened and I say Tom sitting on the blanket next to me. He asked if I was "okay", I told him that I was "better than okay" and it had "felt incredible" before sitting up and kissing him on the lips.

When I looked down at my cunny I was surprised by how reddened it looked and how little sticky white stuff was oozing out. When I caught my breath I told Tom that I wanted him "and Steve to do sex to me all the time". With a smile Tom told me he'd "love to".

I could feel a sense of accomplishment in the air when I realized that Tom and Steve hadn't kissed me at all while they were doing sex to me. I mentioned it to Tom. Soon he was laying on top of me and kissing me the way he and Steve had during the summer. His boner found its way into my cunny for a third time.

I wrapped my arms and legs around him, trying to pull him into my body as much as I could while he moved his hips around: his boner sliding in-and-out of my cunny.

We must have been like that for a good ten minutes before Tom jammed his hips forward and began doing the sticky white stuff in my cunny for a third time.

Just as Tom began to roll off me we heard this squeaking / creaking sound. The sound was coming from the direction our heads were pointing towards, so we both kind of rolled around to see where the sound was coming from. Amazingly the back door of the old deserted Jameson's house was swinging open. The realization that someone might have seen us naked while Tom was doing sex to me made my heart skip a beat. Then Steve stepped out through the open door.

Steve told us the obvious, that he'd "figured out how to get into the house." He told us it was "neat inside" and suggested that we come back the next day, a Saturday, in the morning so we could "checkout the inside of the house."

After discussing it for a little while, all three of us got dressed before riding our bikes to our respective homes.