Chapter 5
Brooklyn
“P-Please, I don’t know if I can handle any moreeee!” I shout in a ragged voice.
It’s the first time there hasn’t been a dick down my throat in a long time.
The two people who walked in while Jason and Cale were spitroasting me are just as horny and ready to break me as the others.
It’s Drew, husband of Katie, and Tyson, the good-looking Hollywood phony that I can’t really stand.
But when Tyson shows me his pretty dick, with that Prince Albert piercing through the tip, my eyes light up.
My opinion of him changes—I forgot Max told me about that, and how nice the metal might feel sliding against the metal stud at my clit.
Drew, the camboy I heard that MILF whore Amalia talking to last night, has a huge cock for his size. He’s probably second biggest next to Cale—which is saying something considering they have opposite builds.
There’s something about Drew that makes him pretty, though, like he was a femboy in another life.
I wouldn’t be surprised if he makes a killing with his pixie wife Katie on those cam shows of theirs, stroking that long, beautiful, hairless meat of his.
That’s probably what makes him seem effeminate, even when he’s naked and wandering over to me with menace in his eyes: The fact that there doesn’t seem to be any hair on his body.
His big pink balls swing, smooth and clean; his cock sways, that cockhead a perfect helmet shaped like a bell, ready to spread my lips apart; no pubes, either.
When he notices my head is turned to the side and I’m staring at him, Drew says, “Viewers prefer it this way. They want to see everything.”
“S-So do I,” I croak.
“Big turnaround from last night, when you seemed so pissed to draw the short straw.”
“That was before I had Cale balls-deep inside me, and Jason impaling my throat,” I tell him. “You two bastards are trying to meet your cocks in the middle of me, aren’t you?”
Jason and Cale laugh. The huge brute and the lanky nerd have seemingly become friends, against all odds. All it took was double-teaming me together to get some camaraderie.
I’m so glad I could provide that for them, I think sarcastically.
“Saw your hubby on the way in,” says Tyson, with a slick grin that’s entirely too white for this cave. It reflects off the water’s surface. “Brent was on his knees servicing him.”
“Bullshit,” I spit.
But God do I hope it’s true.
Max getting blown by another guy while four men fuck me into dust? What could be better than that?
“Fuck, your pussy just got even wetter,” Cale mumbles. He thrusts inside me and then pulls out, huffing and puffing because he’s been fucking me on this slab for close to twenty minutes now.
I pull my legs back for the others to see. “Who’s going to train me first?”
My confidence is at unseen levels.
Tyson gets in there, licking his lips and palming his cockhead. “I think my piercing will sit pretty with yours,” he says, and then startles me by rubbing his cockhead against my clit.
I jolt with the shock of it, the coldness against mine. My body becomes a bundle of nerves and I squirt a little bit against his dick.
Tyson laughs before plunging inside me.
At the same time, Drew rolls me from my back to my side. He says, “Shit, man, her back is red as hell.”
“She loves it,” Jason says, even though it was Cale’s fault.
The lanky dweeb with the big dick is sticking up for his huge-cocked jock friend. How cute.
“I love it,” I echo. “I want more pain. Please, Drew. Can you shove that big beautiful cock in my ass?”
“I’ve already fingered her ass enough to get her nice and loose for you, bro,” Cale tells Drew.
For some reason, everyone seems to love Drew.
Maybe Cale wants to fuck him.
Tyson is fucking me sideways on the rock now. Drew comes in from the other side, squeezing their hips together, and angles his cock against my asshole. I can feel the bell-shaped head pressed against my puckered hole, ready to invade.
“Do it!” I scream.
He surges inside me—no lube, no condom—taking my ass raw.
I see stars, yell out, and come on the spot.
Drew and Tyson seesaw their cocks inside me, trying to meet through my respective holes.
Cale takes my mouth and practically unhinges my jaw so he can push down my gullet. “Let’s see if you like the taste of your wet pussy, little slut,” he says.
Jasons mewls, “Where am I supposed to go . . . oh, wait, I think I see.”
The nerd pushes his cock between my tits, fucking them head-on from the other side of the rock. He palms my breasts and uses me like a toy—
Hell, they’re all using me like a toy.
My head smacks against the rock from Cale’s hard thrusts. He’s too big, too thick, and I start to lose the ability to breathe.
But the asphyxiation only makes me come harder.
And then there’s a fifth person there—Brent, saying, “Sorry I’m late. Had other business to attend to.”
“We know,” says Drew, casually fucking my ass while I’m on my side, talking over my body like I’m just a piece of meat for them to demolish.
The thought of that—submissive, used, unable to stop them even if I wanted—turns me on incredibly. My kinkier side is coming out, and I’m finally doing things with men that I’ve always wanted to do with Max but never had the balls to try.
And to think, Max was the one who got a new experience too. His dick down this pretty-boy’s throat!
Brent slicks his lovely hair back. His dick is hard, ready. “I think she needs a wash in the pool.”
“Great idea,” Cale says. “But I don’t want our cocks leaving her body until we get there. Ready to heave her over there like a stuck pig, boys?”
My eyes widen—then pinch shut from the blurriness of such a big dick in my throat.
Suddenly my body goes weightless. They’ve lifted me again, all hands on deck. Drew cups my ass and right leg, Jason my tits, Cale takes my arms, and Tyson holds onto my left leg.
Together, the four men wobble over toward the surface. I mewl and make sounds on Cale’s cock, but I can’t say anything.
The men laugh. They’re all so depraved and horny, they can’t stop themselves from seeing me like nothing more than an object.
It’s insane. Ridiculous. This trip to the secluded, exclusive Isle Honeydew has rendered us all into beasts. It’s like we’re Lord of the Flies over here, but focused solely on fucking to our hearts’ content.
Suddenly all the cocks leave my body at once—
A rush of air sweeps over me and I yell—
Splash!
Icy coldness. I gasp for breath, flailing my limbs, splashing water.
They’ve tossed me unceremoniously into the water. The deepest end of the grotto pool, which probably goes about four feet deep.
I turn from my back and plant my soggy boots down into the mud. Cum and fluids drift off me, floating through the water—infecting its pristine, crystal-clear hue with my lurid juices.
I stand there with my hands balls into fists.
Pissed they let me go. Pissed they took their cocks out of my holes.
But the fight goes out of me when I blink my eyes open and see what’s standing before me:
Four men, hard as rocks, big cocks jutting from their naked bodies, standing in a line at the edge of the pool. Grinning at me knowingly.
And then descending into the water to take me.