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 groundmyself 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 jerkingme, 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.
