The Bet That Ended with the Four of Us on My Sofa

This is what I get for teasing, for thinking I’m smarter than I am. At what point did it seem like a good idea to take off my bikini at the beach and sunbathe with everything out? I already know, I know perfectly well: the exact moment the group of guys on the towel next to mine started staring at my breasts and I decided I liked it.

And now here I am, on the sofa, with the fan blasting and my third tube of aloe vera half empty. There isn’t a single inch of skin that doesn’t burn. My whole body is red, swollen, throbbing. My nipples are twice their size and my pussy is so hot I can’t tell whether it’s from the sunburn or from the memory of those looks.

I was rubbing on the cold gel when the door opened.

Diego walked in using Lucía’s keys, my flatmate’s, as if the place were his. I made an effort to cover myself with a cushion, but all I managed to do was draw even more attention to myself. They’d been together a few months, though Diego was the kind of man who looks at everyone and never learns to keep his hands to himself. It’s not like I was in any position to judge anyone: I’d stripped naked on a public beach just for the thrill of being watched.

He sat down beside me while I turned red with embarrassment. With the sunburn, it didn’t even show.

—Poor thing, you’ve burned yourself all over —he said, looking me over shamelessly—. Were you naked on the beach or what? Come on, don’t cover up. You haven’t got anything I haven’t seen.

He yanked the cushion out of my hands and left me completely exposed to him. He smiled, grabbed the aloe tube, and gently pushed me back until I was lying down. He positioned himself between my legs and started spreading the cream over my arms, my thighs, my stomach. He had big, cold hands, and every stroke left my skin tingling.

—You’ve burned yourself here too —he murmured, and squeezed the gel directly over my breasts.

I moaned without being able to stop myself. My nipples hardened under his fingers and he noticed right away. He lingered, pressed them, played with them as if he had all the time in the world. I was so turned on that when he pinched me a little harder, a warm spurt shot out of me onto his crotch.

I wanted to die of embarrassment. I tried to sit up to apologize, but Diego laughed and shoved me back onto the sofa.

—That’s not what you think, silly —he said—. It’s called a squirt. And if that happens just because I touch your nipples, I don’t even want to imagine how hot you are. Either that, or you’re very shameless. Though that’s got a solution too.

He pulled down his trousers. I looked at him with a mix of panic and desire, impatient for what he was making me feel. Martín, my boyfriend, never touched me like that. Diego took out his cock —big, hard, impossible to ignore— poured a good stream of aloe between my breasts, and slid it in between them. He climbed on top of me, held me by the nipples, and started moving, fucking my tits while bringing the tip up to my mouth.

Every so often he’d let go of a nipple to slap my cheek and tell me how shameless I was. I nodded. I agreed with him, told him yes, that I was a slut, while everything between my legs turned to water. Another little spurt slipped out of me and soaked the sofa.

He pulled it out of my mouth and came all over my face, leaving my skin coated, my tongue out, begging for more.

—I always knew you were one of the horny ones —he said, catching his breath—. But no matter how much I’m dying to, I can only fuck my girlfriend’s cunt.

Something that wasn’t the burn flared inside me. And then he got hard again. He slid his hand between my legs and I stopped thinking about anything other than being fucked. He poured the rest of the aloe over me, but his hand went lower, to my ass. He slipped one finger in. Then two. My whole body was throbbing.

—So you cum if they tug your nipples and if they touch your ass —he said, pushing in a third finger—. You were born for this.

Another spurt shot out of me. Diego grabbed my legs, lifted me, positioned me on top of him and held my arms against my body until I was pinned in place. I was no one now: just an exposed body, swollen breasts and a cunt that wouldn’t stop betraying me. He thrust into my ass in one single stroke and I came again, splashing the floor.

***

The door opened at that exact moment.

Diego didn’t move. Not an inch. He kept me nailed on top of him, my tongue still out, while Lucía and Martín came into the house and found us like that, on the sofa, in the middle of everything.

Lucía froze in the doorway, crying from sheer helplessness. She said she’d always known Diego was an asshole, that sooner or later he was going to cheat on her, how could I do this, this wasn’t going to end here. Martín, on the other hand, chose another way to settle it.

He barely said anything. He walked over, slapped me, insulted me, and Diego still didn’t pull out of my ass or let go of my nipples. Not even when Martín took out his cock and came all over me, over my face, over my breasts. Not even when he shoved it into my mouth and made me look at him while he fucked my mouth and spat on me. In fact, Diego started moving again, slowly at first and then fast, to the same rhythm as Martín. He yanked on my nipples again and my body betrayed me once more. I came with moans and tears, flooding the living room floor.

Martín pulled his cock out of my mouth and hit me across the face with it.

—How can you be like this? —he asked me.

I didn’t know myself. He gave me a smack between the legs and I came again, but he moved away, leaving me half-finished, still impaled by Diego. Then he turned to Lucía. He stripped her in front of me. She went from crying to gasping, and it was me who started crying. I begged him to stop, to come back to me, but he picked Lucía up in his arms and fucked her without hesitation, in front of my own face.

—Eat it —Diego whispered in my ear—. Eat your friend’s cunt.

I didn’t understand anything, but I was so hot that when Martín brought his sex, going in and out of my friend’s, up to my lips, I stuck out my tongue and let myself go. I licked everything. And I discovered that hearing Lucía moan excited me, even if I didn’t like the idea, even if part of me didn’t want to. Diego noticed. He picked me up in his arms and put us at the same height as them. Our bodies pressed together, and without me realizing it Lucía’s pussy and mine were rubbing against each other.

I had another orgasm against her, and that made her even angrier. She grabbed me by the throat, slapped me, twisted my nipples, insulted me. I expected Diego or Martín to stop her, but they only fucked us harder, and I couldn’t stop cumming. Until Lucía’s face changed. She started enjoying it. The shameless bitch was getting off on humiliating me too, and she came at the same time on Martín’s cock and against my body. We melted into a kiss. Diego tried to pull me away to kiss her himself, but Lucía turned his face aside.

***

Martín lay down on the sofa without letting go of Lucía, and Diego climbed on top with me. He was still inside my ass, Lucía was grinding against me, and Martín was alternating between the two of us. When he finally shoved it into me too, I felt forgiven, and I thanked him silently. By then I was little more than a machine, unable to count how many times I’d come.

They pulled out of both of us and positioned themselves over our faces. I sucked one while Lucía took care of the other. Diego and Martín were so synchronized they went back to fucking my mouth and ass at the same time. Lucía came against me and I against her, until I felt them throbbing inside. I touched heaven when both of them emptied at once: my ass filling in gushes, my throat flooding until I was almost choking. I came one last time before they pulled out, and I was left empty, sprawled on the sofa, everything dripping down my skin.

Diego whispered something to Lucía and she climbed back on top of me. She rubbed herself against my nipples —already three times their size— until she used them to press against her clit. She used me like a toy, the same way they’d all used me that afternoon. I was grateful for it, hoping that would make her forgive me too. She came on my breasts. Then she lifted her leg over the backrest, held me by the nipples and told me, looking me in the eyes, that this was the first time she’d gotten revenge, but it wouldn’t be the last. And she let go on my face. I enjoyed it like the shameless girl I am, and when she brought her sex close, I stuck out my tongue to clean it off with my mouth.

Martín high-fived Diego. The two of them laughed, saying something about who had won the bet, about how they’d both known from the start I’d end up giving in. I stayed on the sofa while they took turns once more, repeating to myself that now I’d serve the three of them for being the way I am. And I was grateful for it, until I lost count, until I lost all sense of time, between one orgasm and the next.

Anyway. This is what I get for teasing.