Ask Callum to untie you and remove the blindfold — you need to collect yourself before moving on.

3 Breedmore Lane, Maplewood Suburbs, at 11:04 PM on Friday October 31, 2024

"Can you untie me?" I ask, my voice still trembling from the aftershocks. "I need a minute. I need to —"

"Oh, bunny." Callum's voice comes from somewhere above me, amused and distant. I hear him moving — footsteps retreating. "The reading isn't over yet. You drew three cards, remember? The Tower. The Lovers. The Devil."

"Callum, please —"

"I'm not the only reader in the house."

The words hit me like ice water. I twist against the silk bindings, my wrists burning, but the knots hold fast. Behind the blindfold I hear a new sound — heavy footsteps, much heavier than Callum's, approaching from somewhere deeper in the house. A door opening. The creak of floorboards under substantial weight.

"Found her on the cards," Callum says, and I hear the smile in his voice. "She's all yours, brother."

A deep rumble of a laugh — not Callum's theatrical baritone but something rougher, thicker, vibrating from a much larger chest. The chaise dips dramatically as weight settles between my spread thighs, and I feel hands — enormous hands — grip my hips. Fingers that span nearly my entire waist.

"Fuck me," the new voice says, low and awed. "Look at this little thing. Dripping with cum already."

I can't see him. The blindfold is absolute. But I can feel him — the sheer mass of his body pressing my thighs apart, the heat radiating from skin that seems to cover an impossible amount of territory. His hands slide up my latex-covered torso, squeezing my small breasts through the material, thumbs finding my hardened nipples and pinching.

"I'm Rhys," he says, his mouth close to my ear, breath hot and heavy. "Callum's older brother. And I've been watching through the two-way mirror for the last twenty minutes."

His hand travels downward — one massive palm cupping my entire mound, fingers pressing between my folds, finding the slick mess of three men's cum still leaking from my swollen opening. Two thick fingers push inside me without preamble and I cry out, my walls stretching around them.

"Still tight," he marvels. "Even after three cocks. Jesus, Callum, where'd you find this one?"

"She came trick-or-treating," Callum answers from somewhere across the room. "Like a good little bunny."

Rhys withdraws his fingers and I hear the unmistakable sound of a belt unbuckling, fabric hitting the floor. Then something presses against my inner thigh — hot, heavy, thick. Not a cock head. Just... the shaft. Resting against my leg while he positions himself. It feels like a forearm. Veined and radiating heat and impossibly, terrifyingly wide.

"Oh god," I whisper. "That's — you're —"

"Ten inches," Rhys says casually, dragging the monstrous length through the mess coating my pussy lips. The head alone feels like a fist nudging against my entrance. "And thick as a beer can. Callum got the brains. I got the cock."

He presses forward. The blunt head stretches my opening wider than anything that's been inside me tonight — wider than Derek, wider than Marco, wider than Callum's slender nine inches. My pussy resists, my walls straining, and a sharp whimper escapes my throat.

"Breathe, bunny," Rhys murmurs, one enormous hand pressing flat on my lower belly. "I'll go slow. You've already been opened up nice and wet. Three loads of cum inside you makes the best lube."

He pushes harder. The head pops past my entrance with a burning stretch that makes me scream, and then he's there — feeding inch after impossible inch into my trembling body, my walls forced apart around a girth that borders on painful. I can feel every vein, every ridge, my pussy stretched so wide I swear I can feel him in my stomach.

"There we go," he groans, sinking deeper. "Halfway. Fuck, you're tight. Tightest cunt I've ever had."

He's not even all the way in and I'm already full beyond comprehension — stretched, stuffed, my bound body arching off the chaise as he feeds more of that monstrous cock into my cum-slicked channel.