Chapter 3
Brooklyn
Cale has been waiting for me. The personal trainer from somewhere in the Midwest is everything I’m not—huge, masculine, pleased with himself.
And why shouldn’t he be? When he turns around and stalks out of the waist-high water to knee-deep, and that huge soft cock of his slaps against his thighs, my mouth waters.
This specimen has every reason to be proud of himself. He’s blessed with a huge dick, good looks, and a body that women want to climb like a tree.
I certainly do right now.
But I try to keep it together. Try to squeeze my thighs together and fight off the burning heat inside me when he grins at me wickedly.
“The Wiccan girl finds herself lost in the caves,” he mutters, wading to the edge of the water.
I stand there fidgeting, hands against my belly. “I’m not a Wiccan. Surprised you even know what that means.”
His grin remains. I stopped just short of calling him an idiot, and he’s just smiling like one. His personality is rough and tumble, and my nipples peak at the idea of him ripping my clothes off.
“Do you always dress like a witch at Halloween?” he asks, giving me an up-and-down glance.
His eyes move from my combat boots to my webbed tights, up along the black dress hugging my curves, to my big pale tits pressed together.
His eyes stop at my pristine alabaster face and rest there, a knowing glint in his bright eyes.
“Especially during summer,” I tell him, craning my neck to stare at the man.
Even in my boots, the jock has to be a foot taller than me. My insides do something pleasant, wringing together, and I can hardly stop myself from lunging at him.
“I wonder if you’ll break easier than Katie,” he muses, rubbing his square jaw.
“I don’t break,” I tell him, “I bend.” Then I flash him a black-lipped grin of my own.
He’s on me a second later, no longer holding himself back, and I chuckle as his hands fall at my shoulders and swipe my dress straps aside.
The dress falls easily, exposing the bodice, which Cale obviously takes no time to undo piece by piece. He rips the thing down the middle and I yelp.
“Better hurry,” I joke, “the others will probably be here soon. Mr. Davis says you’ve been watching me.”
His eyes narrow, brow bobbing. “Maybe they’re already here.”
My breath catches in my throat. I scan the grotto—dark, craggy rocks to the side that could easily hide a human; water glowing in front of me, dipping deeper as the cave recedes into more blackness.
It’s perfect.
Cale takes my top off and my tits bounce down. He lets out a primal grunt and fondles my breasts, teasing my nipples and pulling me against him. “The choker can come later,” he laughs, and then leans down to kiss me hard on the lips.
The man is smothering. His cock grows against my pale middle, the slight swell of my belly getting warm in an instant as his scalding pillar thickens.
Then Cale is reaching past me. He’s groping at my ass, dipping his hands between my crack—cupping my pussy from the back.
I have my pubes shaved in a cutesy heart for Max, and now Cale looks down at it and clicks his tongue.
I mewl in his mouth, gasping for breath because he’s so consuming. The way his fingers slide over my asshole makes me jolt, and then I’m pushing against him harder, begging for friction to my hard nipples against his rock-hard abs.
My arms wrap around him—
And his fingers dip into my asshole. Two of them.
I yelp.
He squeezes me against his body, using me like a bowling ball, and I let out a moan against the bulky muscle of his shoulder.
Then I bite down on him.
He seethes, pulling back, his huge hard dick swinging and slapping against my hip. “Brat,” he growls, and then takes my by the arms—
And lifts me.
I let out another yell, which echoes through the cave, blinking rapidly as my legs kick and I go airborne.
My boots are still on, and they’ll fuck him up if I make contact. But I don’t want to kick the guy, I just want him to ravage me.
“Found a nice seat for you,” he says, and then plops me down—
On the edge of a sharp rock that slides against my wet pussy, makes contact with my clit, and runs a shudder through me. “Fuck!” I croak, straddling the stalagmite.
Cale grins cruelly. He goes to his knees and keeps my legs held, pitching me backward on the stone slab. His tongue works fast, face stuffed between my pale thighs, laving over my swollen, pierced clit before sliding against my cunt.
“What a juicy pussy you have,” he says. “You’re gonna beg me for this big dick, aren’t you?”
“Yes!” I croak. I suppose it’s as good a time as any to be initiated into the BDSM club as a submissive, so I yell, “Please impale me with that stupid fat cock of yours, Cale!”
He eats me out some more, and then I hear footsteps. Shit, I think. They’re already here!
But the feet aren’t coming from the entrance of the grotto. They’re coming from the side—the rocks where I thought someone might be hiding.
A voice rings out: “Think we can both fit inside that tight hole of hers, or should I take the other one?”
I gasp, looking over Cale’s shoulder. Standing at the rocks, also naked, is Jason—the dorky, tall IT guy that punches above his weight class with that dark-skinned beauty, Joy.
Jason has his long pale cock in his hand, surprising me with his size despite his slender build. Cale could snap him like a twig—
And he sounds ready to when he growls over his shoulder. “You already tried to steal Katie from me, nerd. This one’s mine.”
“You have to share, Cale. That’s the rules.” Jason sounds slightly disappointed, staring at me luridly while stroking his cock in his hand.
He waddles over.
“I’m made to break rules, and I’m made to break holes,” Cale says. When he turns around to face me, he hoists his huge cock and slaps it down on my belly with a thwap.
I gasp. “Shit, that’s not gonna fit in my tight little pussy, sir. You’re way bigger than Max.”
“You’re gonna learn to fit it, Brookie. I’ve always wanted to ruin a big-titted goth slut like you.”
He pulls his cock back, lines it up, and my thighs quiver as his bulbous cockhead ghosts over my pussy lips.
“Oh God, fuck, you’re huge,” I croak, before he’s even inside me.
He spears me on his dick and I howl, legs shaking on his shoulders. The heels of my boots smack against his shoulder blades and he laughs in my face. I look down and I swear I can see the bulge of his cock bloating my stomach.
Cale fucks me straight on, like an ape. He pulls my body across the painful rock slab I’m lying on, until I feel like my back is red-raw and blistering.
I moan as he fucks me, screaming from the sandpaper-like stone rubbing against my raw flesh. I’m too soft for this roughness—
But my screaming only makes him hornier—
“I’ve got a good way to keep her quiet,” Jason says,
And then he’s standing over my face on the other side of the stone slab, his balls danging just above my nose. I take a big huff of his nuts and my brain short-circuits.
He smiles down at me, pushing his glasses up his nose. Hovering his cock over my face, a dick-print shadow falls on my features. He bends his knees and places the base of his cock on my forehead, showing how deep his tool will go.
His length stretches down to my neck.
“Perfect size,” he mutters, and then unbends his knees. Leaning over, he angles his cock downward. “Now open that mouth like a good little whore.”
I do as he tells me—my swaying body on the slab can’t stop him. I don’t want to stop him. My tits are jiggling from the hard fucking Cale is giving me, and the pain starts to meld into pleasure.
When Jason spitroasts me, all I can see is blackness as his nuts pool against my eyes and forehead. I choke, gagging, feeling his strong cock push upside down over the roof of my mouth, my tongue, and finally to the back of my throat.
They have me planked on my back on this rocky slab, and there’s nothing I can do about it. When my airways clog from Jason’s size, I gurgle and come my brains out.
My body shakes, my thighs jiggle against Cale’s strong biceps. He hums at my orgasm, noticing the way I squirt all over his dick as he continues to fuck me past my climax.
My eyes roll back. Now I know how Katie felt—ready to pass out from the sheer intensity of these men fucking me senseless.
But I refuse to let them win.
Even with Jason pushing down my throat, grunting as his balls slap against my forehead, I can’t let them see me defeated.
“Look at this, dude,” Jason says with a chuckle. “I can see my cock outline.” He runs a hand down my throat, thrusting again and eliciting another choked gurgle from me. “I can jerk myself off through her neck.”
Cale’s nose wrinkles. “You’re one weird dude, dude.”
Jason just laughs, caught up in the moment, and keeps humping my face until I can’t think anymore.
Then I hear more footsteps. This time they are from the entrance of the grotto.
I’m not even sure who says the words—I can’t see anything past Jason’s clapping balls against my eyes—but I hear the promise in his voice.
“Had to make sure you two didn’t get all the fun and break her before we got here!”