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TWELVE

FELTON

The nerves leading up to this were intense. I wasn’t able to eat anything all morning with the way my stomach fluttered and churned. The fact Ren saw what I was watching and suggested that he could make it happen for me in real life kind of blew my mind.

I’m not sure why he’s doing this. Why he’s being so nice to me and helping me. I keep meaning to ask but I haven’t. It was one of the first things I intended to ask when I got here earlier, but I was so nervous that I forgot.

I once had a threesome. Right after I went pro. It had been one of my fantasies since I first hit puberty and started fucking around. It was great, but even with only two guys on me, I was overwhelmed by four hands and two dicks, two mouths. I wanted all of that—I wanted their attention and I wanted to feel them both, but together was a lot.

It was through porn that I found what I really wanted—yes, multiple men fucking me, but not all at once. Sharing. I wanted to be their center, and I wanted them each to fuck me until I was a wrung out, used slut.

Not that I wanted to be called a slut. That felt too much like my father talking and I don’t give a fuck what anyone says—I do not want a man like my father!

The first guy is very unsure at first. His hand on me is hesitant. The way he touches me is almost… soft. Like I’m fragile. Or he’s not quite into it, maybe. Every touch sends jitters through me. Even when he just touched my head.

“Hands and knees.”

His voice makes me shiver. It’s low and deep and sexy. I shift and get on my hands and knees, trying to position myself so my ass is facing the direction the voice came from. Ren’s hand touches mine for a second and I relax a little. He’s right here, where he promised he’d be.

The bed shifts behind me and I feel a hand on my ass. It’s still, with just his thumb moving along my skin. “Can I rub my dick on you?” he asks. “Without a condom? I’ll put one on before it enters.”

Anticipation makes my dick jump, and I nod.

“He’s already prepped for you,” Ren’s soft voice says. It’s grounding. Reminding me I’m safe.

Being blindfolded is odd. I feel both like I’m wildly flailing and disoriented and yet, I can feel everything a little more clearly than usual.

The man behind me nudges my knees wider and I shift to accommodate. Both of his hands are on my ass and spread my cheeks wide. I try not to groan, knowing he’s looking at my ass where I can feel the lube dripping. I may have used a lot. I wasn’t sure what kind of dicks I’d have, nor was I sure how much time they’d take to prep me.

Then I feel his finger press inside me and I shiver. I shiver a second time when his dick presses right below my hole and slides down to my taint, pressing just under my balls. I groan.

“Pretty hole,” he murmurs.

I begin to shake as his finger curls and presses against me. Heat rushes through my body, then he adds a second finger and I open my mouth to try to inhale deeper.

Cool lube is dropped onto the apex of my crack. It slithers down, making my body break out in chills.

Once more, the man spreads my knees wider, pressing a hand to my back. I arch for him, making sure he has a good angle to access my hole, lowering myself to my forearms so I’m practically a frog with my ass up.

Finally, I feel his cockhead press against my hole. Softly but firmly. I make sure I relax and he slides right in. A few inches and then he’s spreading me, stretching me. I groan and drop my head. My whole body adjusts to give him the right angle. A comfortable angle.

He presses in further. Deeper. Pulls out a bit, then he’s nearly poking me in my stomach. God, it feels good.

“So good,” he murmurs as he moves a hand to my ass. “Fuck, I’ve never felt someone so tight.”

“Doing good, Fel?” Ren asks.

I shiver and nod. Feels so good. When’s the last time I had sex? Was it with Daddy Del? I guess that wasn’t too long ago. It feels like ages, though. A lifetime.

“So good,” the man repeats. The tenor of his voice whispers inside me. He likes how I feel.

He starts moving for real now, his hands on my hips hold me where he wants me. I moan as he gains confidence. His cock is perfect. Big, but not huge. Fat, but not ass-splitting. It’s good. Very, very good. His hands tighten on my hips as he jerks inside me. My muscles flex, tightening around him.

“Fuuuucck,” he groans. “Squeeze me like that again.”

I do and feel him lean forward, his stomach to my lower back as he grips my shoulders and fucks me hard.

It’s all a mess of sensations after that. I can almost feel the stress of my life these past few weeks melting away. Falling, drip by drip, with every thrust. He’s not loud, but he’s also not a silent fucker either. Every eighth or ninth thrust, he’s telling me how good I feel. How much he enjoys my hole.

Knowing that he’s taking pleasure from me is the final release that allows me to shed the weight of the world around me and lose myself in the peace and gratification that sex brings me. Then I remember about those watching and waiting their turn. They’re ready to take pleasure from me.

It’s not quite the same as my fans. Not quite the same feeling.

But when this first man steps back—a man that Ren refers to as C—a new man called Z takes his place. He’s more talkative than C. His praise and satisfaction are more clear. Louder. Constant. It’s in those moments I realize that this feeling is parallel to my fans, but it might be better. I can hear their voices in real time, telling me some of the same things that my fans would.

I bet you feel good.

Big man and tight hole—you’d squeeze my dick real good.

This is surprisingly really sexy.

Z doesn’t keep me in one position. He starts with me on my hands and knees—okay, in the position that C left me in. But then I’m on my side, twisted so he can run his hand down my chest. Maybe look at me. He touches me everywhere except my aching dick.

I feel really good with him because I can hear how much he enjoys me. His dick is so hard, it almost feels fake. But he pulls my hand up, bracing it on his chest as he leans into me. His heart is racing. He’s slick with sweat, and I can feel his slightly hairy chest with just the hint of coarse hair. I’m practically a pretzel, as he fucks me like a bunny. Rapid, shallow jabs of his dick that don’t stop. I’m incredibly impressed with his stamina.

Or I would be if I could catch my breath. I’m bent in such a way that all I can hear is my own constant moans because the head of his dick keeps slamming into my prostate. It’s a painful kind of good feeling.

He comes loudly, shoving his cock inside me where I can feel it pulse. There’s a chance that my heartbeat syncs up with his as my cock throbs. He moves inside me again, fucking his cum out. Then he pauses.

It’s a minute or more before he gets up. I feel Ren’s hand on me, and I turn my head toward his touch. “You okay?” he asks. I nod. “Need a break?” I shake my head. No. I want to continue to be fucked.

Thankfully, I don’t have to say those words. His hand remains on my arm for a minute while guy number three rolls me onto my back. My head leans against Ren’s thigh in this position.

This third guy is called D. He bends me in half and fucks me like this. He’s the first one to touch my dick. D jerks me in time with his thrusts, sending intense bliss through me.

“Look at you like this,” D says. He leans over me, planting a hand on the bed over my shoulder. His thrusts dig deeper, hard. He’s not about speed but depth. He’s long too. I can feel him everywhere. Each thrust has my body shuddering in pleasure, especially since he’s jerking me. “Look at you fall apart. Feels good, doesn’t it?”

I nod wildly. So good. It feels so, so good.

“You like how we’re taking turns inside you?” he asks. His voice is raspy. Breathless.

I nod again.

“Say it. I want to hear you say it.”

“Yes,” I whimper. His hand on my dick tightens and I reflexively grip his wrist. Not to pull him away, but to ground myself with the pleasure he’s feeding me. “I like you guys fucking me like this.”

“Taking turns in your hole. Your used hole.”

“Yes! Use my hole.”

He groans. “I want to see you get off. You going to come for me?”

Oh god. I nod. But I don’t come.

D shifts his body. Shifts mine. And then he’s hitting me just right. I tremble and shake and cry, begging for release. D doesn’t stop jerking me with long, rapid strokes that no longer match what he’s doing.

I spray all over myself, my body spasming as my muscles tense while I orgasm. He milks me, squeezing my dick down its length and urging out every drop.

When I’m spent, he lets me go and rolls me until I’m flat on my back. He really goes to town now, fucking me with purpose. With intensity. Every third or fourth time he enters my tight hole, he hits my prostate, which sends fire through my body. I wince and groan. It feels good. So good.

His hands land on my shoulders as he holds me into the bed. Not that I was trying to go anywhere. But he clearly enjoys holding me down. His moans are louder now. Constant. He empties quickly after that.

I don’t get even half a minute between the moment his dick leaves my ass, I’m rolled over, and the next one enters me. He’s the biggest yet. I nearly choke as he shoves inside me. His arms curl around my chest and he hauls me onto my knees.

Ren puts one of my hands on the wall so I can brace myself as this fourth man, K, fucks into me with his mighty big dick. I feel so sensitive already. Like a live wire.

A live wire that he fills with electricity when his hand wraps around my dick and doesn’t let go. He’s not really jerking me, but feeling me. My length, my crown, tracing the veins, examining my balls.

But his touch, his cock, they inject arousal into me. Though my dick needs a break, he doesn’t give it to me.

“You okay, Fel?” Ren asks, his soothing voice breaks through the storm of pleasure inside me, and brings calm.

“Yes,” I say, the word broken into two syllables because K thrusts deep in the middle of it.

“Do you need a break?” Ren asks.

I shake my head.

“You like feeling like this,” K comments, his voice barely above a whisper. “Don’t you?”

I nod wildly. It feels a little out of control.

“Why does it feel so good, Fel?” K asks, his hand tightening around my dick. “Why do you enjoy your hole being used by me and my friends?”

There’s no filter in my answers. Not right now. There’s zero capacity in my brain for thought. “I’m doing it right,” I answer. That’s the best I can put into words right now. I’m doing something right. No one is disappointed in me.

“You’re definitely doing it right, sweetheart. You hear them? Hear how they’re still whacking their cocks for you?”

I can and I can’t. Mostly, I hear him. But I can feel them close. “Are they watching?” I pant.

K chuckles. “They haven’t looked away for even a second, Fel. Because you’re mesmerizing. You have such a perfect hole. You know that?”

Look at that perfect, tight hole.

“Is it tight?” I gasp.

He chuckles again, and the sound drops into my core, making me tingle. “So fucking tight, boy. I’m not small, but I don’t think anyone’s felt so tight after my friends have fucked them first.”

Maybe he’s realized that I crave compliments. His affirming words don’t stop coming. I’m putty in his arms. My cock throbs for him as I shake at the second orgasm growing. Growing. Growing.

It’s almost here. But his dick doesn’t stop. Nothing he does stops. He keeps fucking me, his hand on my dick doesn’t stop moving. Never stops touching. His words fill my head.

I’m floating. “I’m going to come,” I whine.

“Good. Come on my cock, Fel.”

I do. It’s a low thrum that moves through me, reaching into all my limbs as it passes through my dick. I groan, my body jerking constantly as my orgasm releases.

There’s a chance that he came with me because K gently lowers me to the bed after and slowly pulls his dick out. His lips hover at my ear and he says, “You did good, Fel. The best. Trust me when I tell you we all think so.”

I shiver, chills covering my body, and I nod.

He pats my shoulder and leaves the bed. But I’m not alone. I can hear them murmuring to each other, and feel Ren at my back. I’m not alone and they enjoyed me. I got off twice, some of the best orgasms of my life.

And I feel… lighter than I have in a very long time.