Chapter 6
Mr. Davis
The boys are bullying poor Brooklyn. Her dark garments are piled near the foot of the grotto entrance—likely where she ran into Cale and initially got ravaged.
Now they have her in the water, surrounding her. Laughing and smiling with their erect cocks ready, glistening with water.
Arms crossed, I glance to my right. Max, Brooklyn’s husband, is hard as a rock too, watching alongside me. His cock also glistens, but with Brent’s spit.
Now, Brent is one of the bullies in the grotto pool. He’s at the edge, ankle deep in water, when Brooklyn gets shoved by Cale into his waiting body.
My dick pulses, ready for action, but it’s not my time yet.
Not until the men have bred Brooklyn to their hearts’ content.
It’s the rules, and I am nothing if not a rule-follower.
While the men have their fun with Brooklyn in this dark cave, and Brooklyn has her fun in return—she’s surely liking the situation much more than she seemed to last night at dinner—their unknowing wives and partners are scattered across the resort.
Relaxing. Bathing. Swimming. Drinking. Eating. Lounging. Doing all the things a woman should do on vacation . . . with them knowing, in the back of their minds, that they could be next.
Tomorrow, or the next.
Brooklyn puts on quite a show down here in the cave. She yells and punches at Brent’s chest, acting like she’s a doe being hunted.
I suppose she is, in a way.
Brent smiles, swings her around, and hugs her from the back. From the circle, Tyson descends, his pearly white smile shining in the darkness.
He shoves his pierced cock into Brooklyn’s pussy, both of them standing, and the goth girl nearly doubles over from the abrupt insertion.
When she bends forward in Brent’s grip, it bares her luscious white ass to him, and he sinks deep inside her.
Tyson and Brent fuck her at both ends for a few minutes, hips churning and pumping into her. She reaches back to grab Brent’s hips, howling and moaning—coming for the umpteenth time.
“Fuck, can’t hold on anymore, she’s clamping down too tight in this position,” Tyson groans, and then hilts himself fully inside her.
Brooklyn quivers as the wealthy realtor pumps his cum deep into her pussy. Brent watches, still hugging her, and blows his loads seconds later from the tightness he must feel wrapping around his length from Brooklyn’s anus.
Then she’s dripping cum when they push her away, to the next waiting arms.
Jason grabs hold of the jiggling girl, tits bouncing against him.
“Y-You fucking nerd!” she whines, but only to get Jason harder.
He smiles, spins her around, and bends her over a rock at the edge of the pool. He shoves his dick into her from the back, squelching his cock in Tyson’s cum.
He can’t hold on much longer. Once he combines his cum with Tyson’s in her pussy, he pulls back and stretches her out with his fingers to let her drip into the water.
Drew comes in next, licking his lips like a hungry wolf, and says, “Thanks, Jason, but I think it’s her ass for me.”
“Yes please, sir!” Brooklyn wails over her shoulder, thighs still quivering.
Drew sinks his cock into her ass, and within a few minutes he’s got her gaping hole brimming with his and Brent’s cum.
Then it’s Cale’s turn. The lumbering personal trainer says, “First in, last out,” and hoists Brooklyn’s smaller body into the air. He plants her down on his cock, carry-fucking her in the pool, splashing water all over the place.
The other four have gone limp, but they stay to watch. Cale is a strong bull, and he’s not going to let anyone show him up.
But he doesn’t know what I can do.
Beside me, Max is stroking his dick. He looks ready to explode all over the ground, and that just won’t do.
“Go ahead, Maxwell,” I murmur. “Claim what is yours.” Before he can run off, I add, “But know that you may leave here claimed, too.”
He gasps over his shoulder. Then he gulps, nods, and runs into the water.
“Brook, I’m coming!” Max says as he streaks into the pond.
“So am I!” Brooklyn wails. She’s hugging Cale, arms wrapped around his neck, bouncing up and down.
Before Max can get to his wife, Cale growls, lifts her off his hard cock, and spins her around so she’s facing her husband. “All yours, dude.”
He plants her asshole down on his cock—
And Brooklyn instinctively squirts all over her husband’s face and chest as he arrives to help carry her.
“Oh fuck!” yells Max.
He scoots in, sandwiches his wife with the man reaming her asshole, and hugs her. Pumps his hips inside her, the lewd squelching of all that cum in her pussy molding itself around his cock.
The two largest lads on the island have Brooklyn lifted and screaming.
When they come inside her holes, bloating the poor goth girl and turning her into their used-up cum-dump, it’s my turn.
I calmly unbutton my pants. Walk toward the water.
The men part to the sides to let me walk through.
Max and Cale let Brooklyn go, and she splashes down into the water. Her makeup is running, her mascara a black mess of twin trails down her pale cheeks.
I kick my shoes off, hike my pants up to my knees. My cock comes out next, but I don’t pull my pants down. I’m fully clothed when I wade into the water, beckoning Brooklyn and her husband.
They crawl to me like obedient hounds.
“Oh fuck,” Brooklyn mewls, staring up at my huge appendage. “I didn’t know daddy was bigger than everyone else.”
She smiles up at me like a bitch in heat.
I smile down at her, then glance over at her waiting husband. “Both of you turn around.”
The other five men watch while they do as I say.
They watch as I hover over Brooklyn and guide my cock into her warm, wet, oozing pussy. I stretch her out and her pussy molds to my size, latching onto me.
With my other hand, I reach out and cup Maxwell’s balls. He groans, says, “T-This isn’t like me.”
“It is now.”
I start to stroke the lad in a downward fashion, coaxing him to come in the pool like a good doggy.
But as I rail his wife’s gaping pussy, keeping her tight from my size, Max’s asshole seems suddenly quite enticing.
I say, “It’s a good thing you didn’t have to choose after all, Brooklyn. I think today made the week better for you, don’t you?”
“Yes sir. So much better. Please keep fucking my poor little pussy. You own it. It’s yours. Wait, where are you—”
“Don’t you want to give your husband a chance, you greedy little whore?”
She gasps and looks over her shoulder—
Just as I sink into Max’s ass from the back.
“Yes! Oh my God, yes! Maxy, baby, how does it feel to take such a huge dick in your ass?!”
She’s excited now. Not the same sullen girl as before.
But Max can’t answer her. His face is red and ripe, his veins distending because he’s never done something like this—especially with a man so large.
The other men reel, shocked. Watching intently.
Max flattens out quickly in the pool. But not before he quivers on my massive cock, shakes, and spurts his cum into the pond just like I hoped he would.
I have half a mind to spill my seed into his ass.
But that wouldn’t lead to anything.
That’s not how the rules work.
So I slap his rear, say, “You’re a changed man, Maxwell,” and then move back to Brooklyn.
“Oh G-God,” she croaks, pussy quivering, thighs shaking. “Again, sir?”
“Until you’re nice and bred, my dear.”
I wash my cock with the pond water first, until it’s a glistening sheen of velvet.
Then I sink into her cunt. I try to breach her womb, punching into her while the others watch wide-eyed at seeing the poor girl so gaped.
When I finally pour my cum into Brooklyn, she flattens into the pond herself, like her man. They float for a moment, still shaking.
And I tell them, “I’d be surprised if you don’t have a little surprise of your own in nine months, dear Brooklyn.”
Then I turn to the others with a smile, tucking my cock away in my pants and zipping myself back up.
“Now then, boys. Shall we see whose wife is ready to be defiled for tomorrow?”
To Be Continued!