Share The Load

January 7

This is a work of fiction.

I'd been working on myself for hours. I had the whole house all to myself for a while, and took full advantage of the opportunity. I was, of course, laid down on the couch, laptop open to some t4t, webcam running for my admirers. My cunt was throbbing, soaking wet, and so damn sensitive. I'd almost cum all over my fingers several times, but my goal had been made quite clear; edging. For as long as possible. Naturally, a few of my viewers were edging along with me, and their moans and words of encouragement made the whole thing so much more engaging.
I was writhing, rolling my hips down to meet my fingers, building up what would be a spectacular orgasm denial, when I heard the front door open. My boyfriend had been out with some friends and had promised me he wouldn't be back without messaging me first, so I was a little annoyed. That quickly dissipated when I checked my phone; he'd texted me twenty minutes earlier to let me know he'd left the bar...and had a couple mates with him.
I let out a breathless 'ohfuck', then slammed down my laptop, cutting off all sound. I frantically looked around for my clothes, only managing to find a blanket in time. I wrapped myself up in it as tightly as I could, covering myself, and settled into the middle seat of the sofa (the wet patch), opening my phone to some social media app and pretending I'd been browsing.
"Hey, babe." Stevie stepped into the living room. I looked up from my phone and smiled.
"Hey! Have fun tonight?"
"Yeah, it was alright." He leaned in to give me a kiss, then flumped down onto the couch next to me as his friends stepped in after him.
Greg and Mark said their hellos, gave me a little wave. Greg sat next to me, Mark sank into the armchair. The four of us shared a little back and forth, someone turning on the TV at some point. I shifted a bit, trying to find a slightly more comfortable position, hoping the wet sound from between my thighs didn't give me away. It didn't seem to, as the conversation continued.
Stevie got up and made everyone a cuppa, and somewhere between there and him coming back, I forgot myself. As he handed me my mug, I let go of my blanket. You can imagine what happened next.
"Oh fuck!" I grabbed it as quick as I could, but not before flashing everybody in the room.
"Jay! Wh-...what the fuck?"
"I...I didn't check my phone in time..." I muttered, my cheeks turning red. I kept my eyes down, not sure I could bring myself to actually look at anybody.
"Are you completely naked under there?" Stevie asked delicately. I nodded. I was mortified. Greg and Mark were silent, also trying not to look at me.
"Shit...did you...did you cum at all?"
I risked a glance at Greg and Mark; Greg's eyes were wide, Mark looked like he was interested, but pretending not to be. I shook my head.
"Oh, babe, I'm sorry! We can leave so you can finish." Stevie went to turn away, but I reached a hand out and grabbed his wrist.
"No, don't-...don't make it awkward."
"I err, think it's a little late for that." Stevie replied, nodding at me. I'd exposed myself again.
"Ah fuck..." I slipped my arm back into the blanket.
A short silence fell. I wished the couch ate me.
"You can...go...go upstairs and like..."
"I can't..."
"Why?"
I mumbled something about a wet patch, but judging from Greg's reaction, he heard it too. He actually looked at me (or rather, down at the seat I was in).
"Oh, so you're like...wet wet?"
"Mmhmm."
"Dang."
Another silence fell. I looked up at Stevie with a pleading face. He gave me a sheepish grin.
"This is actually kinda...ironic."
"How?"
"Cause of what we were talking about earlier."
I quickly looked round at Greg and Mark.
"Did you bring it up again?"
"I did, yeah."
My face lit up. Stevie and I had had a conversation not long before, about him sharing me with some of his mates. A lot of them weren't into guys, but both Greg and Mark were bi. It was perfect. I looked at them both.
"And what did you say?"
Greg and Mark looked at each other, then back to me.
"We'd like...be up for it."
"Yeah."
"So, in a way, this is kinda perfect." Stevie added.
"Here?!" Greg shifted forwards in his seat.
"Now?!" Mark tried and failed to hide the eagerness in his voice.
"Why not?"
Yet another silence. Greg and Mark looked at each other again, having some sort of silent conversation. Stevie and I looked at each other with a small grin. Granted, I was still quite pink in the face, and I wished the situation had arisen in a vastly different way, but who squandered and opportunity like that?! After what felt like an eternity, Greg and Mark looked at us both.
"Alright."
"We're in."
"Yay!" I clambered up on the sofa, getting onto my knees, letting the blanket fall down around my hips. "How do you wanna start?"
"Er..."
Mark shifted himself forwards some more, then stood up from the armchair. He approached the sofa tentatively, looking to Stevie for approval. He received a silent nod. He moved in front of me, then pulled me into a kiss, cupping my face. I let a moan escape my lips as I took his tongue in my mouth, pushing myself up a little more so I could kiss him deeper. His hands moved down to my neck, then shoulders. I felt Greg's hands on my chest, massaging, teasing my nipples. Then I felt Greg's lips over my skin, his tongue flicking over a nipple before he took it in his mouth and sucked softly. Another moan escaped me and he sucked harder, nipping with his teeth. I heard and felt Stevie get comfortable on the couch next to us.
Soon, Greg and Mark switched places; Greg kissed me deeply, hungrily, as Mark toyed with my nipples. He rubbed them, flicked them with his thumbs, then gave my chest a slap. I let out a squeal. He looked to Stevie, who nodded once more, before he slapped my chest again. Another squeal from me, my cunt flooding. Greg broke the kiss, a string of saliva stretching before breaking. He joined in with the nipple play, the two of them teasing my nipples, then slapping. Mark pushed his fingers into my mouth, and I suckled on them, getting them nice and wet before he teased my nipples again.
"You guys don't hold back, huh?" Stevie asked with a chuckle. He patted his lap and I scampered into position, straddling his thigh, facing the room. I started grinding against his leg, letting out a satisfied moan as I did so. Greg and Mark wasted no time at all in removing their shirts and taking up the spaces either side of me. They both fumbled with their zippers, their cocks growing harder. I'd soon left a considerable wet patch on Stevie's thigh, and he brought a hand down to tease against my throbbing hole, his fingertip just pushing slightly inside me whenever I rocked my hips backwards.
I freed Greg's cock first, wasting no time at all in taking it in my mouth. Mark's cock, of course, I stroked; I didn't want to leave him out.
Greg's cock was like a perfect plug slipping in and out of my mouth, gliding down my throat as I sucked. He happily fucked into my mouth, holding my head in place. When he pulled back I sucked on his balls, then ran my tongue over the shaft, before he pushed his cock back into my mouth again. I moaned around it as Stevie pushed a finger into me fully, working in time with my movements.
"Hey, come on!" Mark knocked my hand away, then pushed his cock in my face. "I want a go!" He sounded so needy and whiny that I couldn't resist. I pulled back from Greg and took Mark's cock in my mouth instead. I gave him exactly the same treatment, starting with the tip, working down the shaft before taking the whole thing in my mouth and letting him throat fuck me. I felt so slutty, especially with the sounds I was making, like a proper cock whore. My cunt was soaking wet, dripping down Stevie's fingers. He was doing most of the work, having added a second, then a third finger as he stretched my hole.
With an especially loud gag sound, I came around his fingers, holding Mark's cock in my throat, grinding down on Stevie's fingers hard. As my orgasm passed I pulled back, gasping, tears streaming down my face.
"Oh fuck..."
Greg's cock twitched as he watched me, his eyes travelling over my body. "Can we...I mean, do we..."
"You bet." Stevie gave me a little pat on the backside and I shifted my position again so I was sitting on him. The wet patch on his leg glistened for a moment before I spread my legs, draping them over Stevie's knees.
Wetness rolled out of my cunt, down my thighs. I teased my tdick while Greg and Mark decided who would go first. Stevie fumbled with his zipper behind me.
Mark stepped up to the plate, getting down on the floor in front of Stevie and me. After a bit of manoeuvring, he found the right crouching position to slip his cock into me. I cried out, letting my head fall back against Stevie. Mark's cock felt incredible and he pushed into me to the base in one satisfying movement. He got a little more comfortable in his position before he started fucking me properly, filling my cunt with his cock. He held onto my hips as he rocked his hips. Stevie, being the cheeky shit that he was, had spat on his fingers and was teasing my asshole. Greg had clambered on the couch again and offered me his cock, which I happily took back in my throat.
Mark, it seemed, quite enjoyed being a tease. He would grind slow, then fast, deep, then shallow. He would fuck all the way into me, then slide out, before repeating the motion. At one point he pulled out and rubbed our cocks together, which only made me cum hard.
"Alright, Mark, my turn."
The two of them switched positions. Greg, it turned out, was much more of a straight-to-the-point kind of fuck. He wanted to make me cum, as many times as he could. He slammed deep into my cunt, rubbing my tdick as he did so. My body obliged, cumming around his cock within minutes.
Stevie had been working my asshole the entire time, and gathered some of my wetness to rub over his cock as he shifted me just enough to allow him to press into my ass. My hips bucked with pleasure, and he slid into me further. Three holes stuffed, feeling like a total slut. I came on Greg's cock again just from Stevie fucking my ass, then came a third time to his cock and fingers. Mark kept his cock in my throat as much as he could.
"Oh fuck I'm close..." He muttered, pulling his cock out of me. "Where do you want it?"
"In...my...mouth..." I panted, smiling at him, opening my mouth and holding out my tongue. He pushed his cock back in again and fucked into my throat before releasing, shooting his thick, hot load down my throat. His cock pulsed and twitched in my mouth before he pulled back, though he kept stroking himself. I swallowed his load with a smile, opening my mouth so he could see, Greg and Stevie still fucking me.
"Hm, good boy..." Stevie crooned behind me.
I got next to no warning with Greg, other than an almost beastly groan as he buried his cock inside me as he came, coating the walls of my cunt with his cum. He came so deep inside me that his cum didn't get a change to drip out before Mark was inside me again.
I think Greg was done. He shifted himself to the armchair and watched. His cock twitched a few times like he wanted to join in again, but I think I'd drained him for the time being.
Mark was almost insatiable, fucking into me deeply, using Greg's load as lube. If any of it showed itself, he would deliberately gather it with his cock and push it back into me. I was in heaven, cumming over and over again. When Mark came for the second time, Stevie's hips bucked at the same time, and I felt them both release deep inside me. Mark stayed put till both mine and Stevie's orgasms passed. When he finally fell back against the carpet, cock slick with our combined cum, he looked thoroughly exhausted. Stevie guided me into the couch on my back, then buried his face between my legs. Greg and Mark watched in amazement as Stevie slurped all over, flicking his tongue against my tdick, my cunt, my asshole. He only stopped when he made me cum a final time, then pushed himself up to kiss me. I moaned at the taste; him, me, Greg and Mark all combined. I swallowed every drop that he didn't save for himself.
When Stevie pushed himself back again, he smiled at his two mates. I gathered any juices that had escaped my lips and licked my fingers clean.
"So...how was that for you lot?" He asked. I laughed.