Shared - A Reverse Harem Romance

by Krista Wolf

  “What did you say?”

  “YES.”

  He released me, and I went back to sucking Colin off. Not for long though. A minute later Brandon slapped me playfully but firmly on the ass, then pulled out of me.

  “Switch!”

  It was hard to explain. The pleasure, the heat, the feeling of receiving that much attention. Attention from two guys I’d grown to respect and love — two men who were now my boyfriends, and not just my roommates any longer.

  Colin filled me from behind, screwing me steadily as Brandon watched. He reached underneath, to where my breasts swayed beneath me. Played with my tits for a while, before feeding me his cock.

  It went on like that for a while, the two guys casually spitroasting me between them. Sharing me. Passing me back and forth, like some sexy plaything. My pussy was always stuffed… my mouth, constantly full of cock. That part turned me on more than I thought it would — the feeling of just never being empty. Of not only pleasing someone, but two people at the same time.

  The car heated up also. With three people writhing furiously in the back seat, the windows fogged over completely. I remember looking up and the theater was gone; everything outside had just disappeared, masked by a translucent layer of thick condensation. It was our breath. Our heat. Our sex… all three of us. We were the reason the windows looked frosted over like this, and that part turned me on too.

  Eventually I ended up on my back. Colin fed me his manhood upside down, while Brandon kept sawing away, my legs over his shoulders.

  He’s close… I thought to myself. I can see it by the look in his eyes.

  The air was thick with humidity. Our bodies, slick with perspiration. I could feel myself skidding back and forth on the smooth leather seat. The guys were bracing themselves against me to keep their knees from slipping.

  “I’m going to fill her—”

  “Put it on me,” I said abruptly. Brandon raised an eyebrow and I nodded. “Please,” I gasped. “I want to see it.”

  Ten strokes later he pulled out of me. His fist moved up a down a few times, and suddenly he was pumping heavy jets of his thick white come, all over my stomach.

  “Fuck YES…” I groaned, totally in heat. My hand slid its way between my legs and I began touching myself as I enjoyed the show. “All over me, honey…” I said. “All over me…”

  Colin finished not half a minute later. This time I tongued his balls from beneath as he jerked off all over my chest and tits, filling the tiny hollow of my neck with a small lake of his pearlescent seed.

  Every splash of their ejaculate felt hot against my skin. Almost boiling. It was everywhere too, turning my heaving body into a hot, sticky mess.

  “Hang on,” said Colin. “I’m gonna crack a window.”

  Both guys pulled their clothes on and climbed nimbly back into the front seat. Still panting, I sighed in contentment as a wave of cool air washed over my naked body.

  “Thanks,” I smiled, as Brandon handed me a bottle of water. I took a long sip. “You guys are so sweet, to do all this for me.”

  It was true. Together, they’d taken good care of me. The night had been truly and uniquely romantic, in every single way.

  I blew them both a kiss. “The movie, the candy, the drinks… really, you’ve thought of everything.”

  Their eyes were busy crawling over my come-soaked body. I didn’t care. In fact, I loved it.

  “Everything except a towel,” Colin smiled weakly.

  Thirty-Four

  CLAUDIA

  The second half of the semester was filled with work, and fun, and camaraderie…

  And love.

  For one, we really fixed up the house. When not attending class or at practice the guys were busy tag-teaming the various tasks that needed to get done. The ceilings got painted, the floors refinished. Any holes punched into the walls by Delta Delta Tau were patched up and made new again. For us, it was a family affair. We enjoyed being around each other, so working together was just an added bonus.

  And as we opened up the rest of the old Victorian’s cluttered, half-demolished rooms? The house really started coming back to life. We restored the dining room, refaced the kitchen, and even hooked up a laundry area. It even got to the point where, while looking for our next project, we began peering into the total disaster of the back yard… including the decrepit multi-level deck the old fraternity held most of their now legendary parties on.

  “We can tackle all that in the spring,” I said, pointing out one frozen window. “When the weather’s warmer.”

  I was being presumptuous of course. There was no agreement made for them to help me fix the house past the end of the first semester. We might not even be together by then, although in my heart of hearts I hoped we would. I couldn’t imagine being without them. And hopefully, they couldn’t imagine being without me either.

  Brandon’s grades had improved to the point where he was no longer in danger of losing his scholarship. In fact, he was even applying for an academic one he previously didn’t qualify for.

  Colin had moved well on from his ex, Holly. She’d called him once or twice out of the clear blue sky, most likely while drunk, probably just to reminisce about old times and feel him out. Each time Colin had deflected her away, or just hung up outright. Afterward he told me he didn’t regret it at all. That it actually felt good to close that chapter of life, especially since he had what he referred to as a ‘real’ relationship now.

  Hunter was still Hunter. When not brooding or sulking over Omega Alpha, he was fun, funny, and a blast to hang out with. He continued with his painting, at my encouragement. Once he even talked me into modeling nude for him, face-down on his bed so he could paint my ‘delectable ass.’ The session quickly devolved into him jumping face-first between my cheeks, then rolling me over and having his way with me. Not that I minded, although I did have to scrub oil paint off some very sensitive areas.

  In all, we really were a family. Teaching had geographically estranged me from mine several years ago, and both Brandon and Colin had moved clear across the country to attend the University. That left Hunter, who still had relatives nearby, and who was especially close with his uncle. Still, he wasn’t an athlete or an academic scholar, so he had a lot more free time than the other two.

  As a trio we got along famously. All bickering was limited to playful arguments, usually two of us ganging up on a third. Colin cooked, Hunter and I cleaned, Brandon ran laundry and carried most of the heavy crap outside. And when we weren’t working?

  We were boyfriend and girlfriend. Or rather, boyfriend, boyfriend, boyfriend and girlfriend.

  Like I said, I’m a lucky girl.

  In the end, it was the one part of our relationship that seemed more natural than anything else: the sex. Living with three boyfriends meant showering when I wanted, wearing as little as I wanted, and not having to worry about walking around without a towel. But it was also like being on call for just about any sexual scenario you could possibly think of.

  I was constantly sleeping with Brandon, or Colin, or Hunter… or any combination of all three. They took me willingly, whenever they wanted, and not one of them cared if the others joined in.

  There was the Monday Night Football game, where I lost a bet and had to wait on the three of them hand and foot in the living room… while wearing a football jersey and nothing else. While being bounced from lap to lap I almost dehydrated myself from coming so hard.

  Then there was Thanksgiving, when the three of them cooked me dinner. The turkey wasn’t the only thing that got stuffed, and what we did on the antique dining room table should’ve probably splintered it into a hundred pieces. Apparently though, they made some pretty strong tables back in the day.

  I loved pleasing them… and being pleased. Each guy had his own style, his own way of kissing me, romancing me, and yes, outright laying me down and screwing me absolutely senseless for all the rest of the house to hear. At some point it even became kind of a competitio
n for them; who could get me to yell the loudest, or come the hardest, or other, even more sinister bets. I never minded not being in on it, though. A girl could definitely have worse problems.

  December arrived, and finals along with it. For a little while we were all busy doing college stuff. Brandon was tense but did a lot of studying, with Colin and I helping him as best we could. Hunter was out a lot, and often came back tired. Apparently he was doing side work for his uncle while finishing out classes; something I really admired him for.

  “What’s your plan after school?” I’d asked him once, while laying naked and sated across his beautiful chest.

  “No plan.”

  “Really?” I’d asked. “Someone like you always has a plan. For example…” I pointed around the bedroom. “You could go to art school.”

  His expression was sour, his face almost disappointed. “Art school doesn’t pay the rent,” he’d said, before rolling me off him and ducking into the shower.

  It was three weeks before Christmas when I’d come home at the end of an exceptionally long day. My feet hurt, and my body was sore from working out. My mind was reeling from having to read dozens of essays.

  I just wanted the couch. And of course, the guys. We were at that time of the year where it got dark so early it was actually depressing. Depressing and cold too, because the first snows had just started to fall.

  “Hello?” I called into the shadowy foyer. The house was dark and empty, and seemed uncharacteristically quiet. The whole thing was extremely strange. I’d come home to an empty house before, but we’d made the habit of always leaving lights on for each other.

  “Anyone home?”

  I flipped on the lights, one by one. It wasn’t until I reached the kitchen that I realized something was glowing…

  There was a cake on the table. A cake with a bunch of candles, all of them lit, and—

  “HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYYYYY!”

  I whirled, startled, just as Brandon swept me up in his arms. He spun me around, and I saw Hunter. Colin. My men! They flipped on the lights and the house was instantly all better again, warm and cozy and full of life.

  “H—How did you know it was—”

  “Are you kidding?” Colin laughed. “You thought we couldn’t figure out your birthday?”

  “And there are three of us,” Hunter smirked. “Gotta say, in this kind of relationship having extra people is a pretty big advantage when it comes to remembering stuff.”

  I hugged them all, kissing each of them in turn. With their arms around me I felt safe and happy. They’d remembered my birthday! Even gotten me a cake! A lone tear streaked down my face as I was overwhelmed with joy.

  “Hey hey,” said Brandon, wiping my cheek. “None of that. Here, blow out the candles. And make a wish.”

  I put my lips together, expecting a blowjob joke. All I got were three smiling boyfriends, waiting for me to finishing putting the candles out. I did it with a single breath, they cheered, and I dabbed two fingers through the thick white icing.

  “What’d you wish for?” asked Colin.

  I licked the cream off my finger in a intentionally seductive way. “Not telling.”

  “Bah!” Brandon scoffed. “She already has everything she could ever want.”

  I looked around, but there were no plates. No forks. I moved toward the cabinet, but Hunter stopped me.

  “Cake later,” he said. “Right now… your birthday present.”

  “One of them anyway,” Colin winked.

  I flushed red with all new levels of happiness. “You guys… got me a present?”

  “Upstairs in your room,” said Hunter. “Go check it out.”

  I kissed him and ran, bounding up the stairs two at a time. My feet didn’t hurt anymore. Everything suddenly felt amazing.

  They got me a birthday present…

  It was almost unfathomable, how much they cared about me. How much the three of them truly, legitimately loved me. It made my heart swell. A lump formed in my throat, and my eyes glassed over with tears again.

  I reached my bedroom. Laid out across my bed was a beautiful embroidered bathrobe, made out of what looked to be red silk. I picked it up to marvel at how gorgeous it was, when a card fell to the bed.

  PUT THIS ON…

  AND COME DOWNSTAIRS

  FOR THE REST OF YOUR PRESENT

  I shed my clothes in moments and slipped on the soft, luxurious robe. It felt incredible against my naked skin. Soft against my thighs, my stomach, my nipples…

  I went downstairs, and the lights were out again. Only this time, color glowed everywhere.

  Oh my God.

  Colorful strands of tiny LED Christmas lights had been draped through the rooms, high up along the walls. Reds, blues, greens, yellows… they were all lit up now, leading me all the way through the hallway, and back into the kitchen.

  The guys were gone. For a moment I just stood there confused. Then a cold breeze bit at my exposed skin, and I realized the back door was wide open.

  I pulled my robe tight and walked over. Approached slowly…

  And nearly fell over with what I saw.

  Thirty-Five

  HUNTER

  “NO WAY!”

  Claudia’s mouth dropped open so wide she could’ve swallowed a boat.

  “NO FUCKING WAY!”

  It was funny, watching her struggle with what she was seeing. A reward totally worth all the hard effort.

  “HOW?” she gasped, still holding the sides of her face. “WHEN?”

  “Took us all of today,” Brandon said. “And most of last night, while you were sleeping.”

  She looked absolutely delicious as she stepped reluctantly onto the back deck, in the red silk kimono we’d picked out for her. She was barefoot though. And I knew the deck boards were freezing.

  “Get in!” Colin urged. “Before your feet freeze to the floor!”

  I looked around. The sprawling back deck that took up most of the drop-away backyard was a good twenty feet off the ground. Twenty two actually, because I’d had to measure and replace most of the support beams myself. All while Brandon and Colin cleared away the crap, tightened the screws, and replaced the other half of the deck boards that had been rotted away.

  It was an unbelievable amount of work, especially for a single day. And a cold day at that. We were all pretty exhausted.

  But the real miracle was the resurrection of the Delta Delta Tau hot tub.

  “How could you…” Our cute little girlfriend was still completely at a loss. “I mean… there’s no possible way that—”

  “Oh will you just get in?” Brandon laughed. “Three naked guys in a hot tub is awkward. Three naked guys in a hot tub with a naked girl between them?” He laughed and tilted back his beer. “Well that’s a whole different story.”

  Claudia still had her hands over her mouth. She was in complete disbelief. Eventually it was her feet that got her moving. She stepped over to the edge of the tub and shrugged out of her robe.

  “NICE!” Brandon whistled.

  “That’s what we’re talking about,” Colin toasted approvingly.

  Claudia stood before us, gloriously naked. A light snow fell down all around her. I couldn’t stop looking at her beautiful legs, the smooth, sexy curve of her thighs giving way to her smaller waist. Her heavy breasts ended in two very hard pink nipples, the areola stippled by the freezing cold air.

  I put my hand out, and so did Colin. She took them both, as we helped her step into the bubbling, steaming waters.

  “I— I can’t believe it,” she said. “How can this thing still be working after all this… Ohhhhhhhhhhh….”

  Her groan was orgasmic as she sank beneath the swirling, superheated water. Submerged up to her neck, I could practically feel the pleasure radiating off her soft, voluptuous body.

  “Oh my God…” she groaned. “I am NEVER leaving!”

  We laughed, but we all felt the same way. Just behind Colin, we had a twelve-pack buried in the snow.
He reached behind himself, pulled one out, and twisted the cap off before handing it to Claudia.

  “Thanks,” she smiled. “I love the lights too! And the Santa hats…” she grinned “are a nice touch.”

  Brandon fixed his pom-pom, which was flopping over into his face again. The Christmas lights had been Colin’s idea. The hats, something I picked up while making my third run to the hardware store.

  “Alright Santa,” Claudia cooed, settling between us. Beneath the waters, I felt one of her smooth legs go over mine. “Tell me how you fixed a thirty year-old hot tub.”

  “Uhh… my uncle has a guy?” I teased.

  She reached out and poked me. Her hand lingered on my chest afterward.

  “Actually it was just full of leaves and sticks and crap,” Colin said. “Once we snaked it out, and got the motor running again…”

  All of a sudden Claudia flung herself into my arms and kissed me. It was a long, slow, wet kiss… made even more sensual by the rising steam and the falling snow. Her scent was intoxicating. I inhaled it as I felt her naked body writhing against mine, all warm and slippery under the water.

  In the moment she was stunningly beautiful; her porcelain skin, her chestnut hair… those amazing green eyes that held just a hint of fire in them. My cock stiffened beneath her with a mind all its own. I wanted her badly. Wanted her in the worst possible way…

  “You’d better kiss your other boyfriends too,” I told her, reluctant to let her go. “This was a group effort.”

  Claudia smiled wickedly and kissed me again before launching across to Brandon. Settling into his lap, she began giving him exactly what I’d just received.

  She’s amazing.

  I’d known it for a while now, but this was something else. As I sat there watching my girlfriend making out with my two best friends in the world, a twisted sort of excitement stole over me that I’d never felt in my life.

  She’s ours. All of us. She belongs to us now… and we to her.