Chapter 13: The Blindfolded Surprise
The silk scarf was cool against Emmy’s eyelids, the knot at the back of her head secure but not tight. It was the pale blue one, the one she’d worn to church last Easter. She held Rex’s arm, her other hand resting on the pronounced curve of her belly, as he guided her over what felt like a rough threshold.
“Step up, baby. Almost there.” His voice was tender, close to her ear.
The air changed. It was colder here, denser, and it carried the scent of woodsmoke, pine resin, and something else—a musky, lived-in smell she couldn’t name. The floorboards groaned under their weight. A fire crackled nearby.
“Surprise,” Walter’s voice came from in front of her, warm and paternal.
She giggled, nervous and excited. “What is this? A cabin? Rex, you said a bed and breakfast!”
“Better,” Rex said. His hand left her arm. She heard his footsteps move away.
A moment of silence. Then hands, large and rough, settled on her hips. Walter’s hands. She knew their callouses. “We got you a real special shower gift, sweetheart. Gotta open it blindfolded first.”
His fingers found the hem of her simple cotton dress, the one she’d packed for a cozy weekend. He pushed it up, bunching it around her waist. The cold air kissed her thighs, her bare sex beneath her plain white panties.
“Walter…” she whispered, a flutter of modesty in her stomach.
“Hush now. This is the game.” His voice was a low command. One hand slid into her panties, cupping her mound. Another hand, from her other side—Rex, she thought—lifted her breast, thumb brushing her nipple through her bra. She let out a shaky breath. This was their new way. Their practice.
Walter’s finger traced her slit, finding her already slick. “Good girl. All ready for her presents.” He pushed a single finger inside her. It was easy. She was open.
“Count ‘em for me, Emmy.”
“One,” she breathed.
Another finger joined the first, stretching her. “Two.”
A third finger, pressing in alongside the others, a delicious, full ache. “Oh… three.”
The hands on her breasts grew more insistent, kneading. Someone’s mouth—Rex, it had to be Rex—found hers in a deep, swallowing kiss. She moaned into it. Walter’s fingers worked in and out, a rough, steady rhythm.
A fourth finger.
Her eyes went wide behind the silk. “Walter, I can’t… that’s too many…”
“You can. You will. Count.”
The stretch became a burn, a glorious, punishing expansion. She panted against the mouth kissing her. “F-four.”
A fifth finger. Her cunt strained, gripping the invasion, her body convulsing around the impossible girth. She cried out, the sound muffled by the kiss. The mouth left hers.
“Count, you dirty little bitch,” Walter grunted, not a trace of paternal softness left.
“Five!” she screamed.
With a brutal, slick thrust, a sixth finger forced its way into the crowded, soaked channel. The sensation was beyond anything. It was violation and completion. Her legs trembled. A hot gush of release soaked Walter’s hand and dripped down her thighs.
“S-six! Six, six, six!”
The fingers were pulled out all at once, leaving her gaping, empty, and throbbing. Before she could sob from the loss, she was pushed forward gently. She stumbled, and strong arms caught her, lowering her onto what felt like a thick, scratchy blanket spread on the floor before the fire. The heat bloomed against her skin.
Hands moved her, positioning her on her hands and knees. The dress was pulled over her head. Her bra was unhooked, her breasts swinging heavily. Her panties were ripped down her thighs and off.
Then a mouth was on her cunt. A hot, wet, relentless tongue licking up her juices, driving into her loosened hole. It wasn’t the gentle tease Rex sometimes gave. This was hungry, animalistic, lapping and probing deep. She groaned, pushing back against the face.
It withdrew. Another mouth replaced it instantly. This one sucked her clit hard, teeth grazing, before plunging its tongue inside her. The styles were different. Rough. Alternating.
“Rex… Walter… please…” she begged, mindless with building pleasure.
Hands groped her breasts, pinching her nipples sharply. More mouths kissed her shoulders, her neck, the small of her back. It was overwhelming. Too many hands. Too many mouths. A flicker of confusion broke through the haze.
“You like all this attention?” Rex’s voice asked from somewhere to her right. He sounded strained. “You like all these cocks getting hard just for you?”
Before she could process the plural, something blunt and hot pressed against her dripping entrance. Not a finger. A cock. It pushed in, filling the void, stretching her beautifully. She sighed in relief. “Yes…”
As it seated itself fully, a second cockhead nudged insistently against the same stretched opening, pressing alongside the first. The double pressure was familiar now, a signature she knew. Rex and Walter. Her men. They were giving her their special gift together.
They pushed. The resistance was fierce for a second, then her body yielded with a wet, obscene pop as the second crown forced its way in beside the first. She was impossibly, perfectly full, split open on two thick shafts.
“God, yes!” she screamed, the vibration shaking her whole frame.
“You want both these cocks, you filthy slut?” Rex’s voice was closer, right by her ear.
“Yes! I want them! Give them to me!”
“Tell us whose cocks you’re taking.”
“Yours and Walter’s! I’m taking my man’s cock and my… my…” She couldn’t find the word for Walter.
The two cocks inside her began to move in that devastating, alternating rhythm they’d perfected. In, out, in, out, never leaving her empty. The pleasure was seismic, cracking her apart. She was so close to the edge.
“Say it! Whose cocks?”
“My boyfriend’s! And Daddy's!” she shrieked, and the hands on her head yanked the silk blindfold down.
The firelight was blinding after the dark. She blinked, tears in her eyes, her vision swimming into focus.
The face next to hers, slick with her juices from having just eaten her out, was not Rex. It was a man in his late thirties with a weathered face and a tobacco-stained beard. He grinned, showing a missing tooth.
The cock plunging into her from behind was not Walter’s. It was thicker, paler, with a angry blue vein she didn’t recognize.
Her head whipped sideways. Rex stood by the hearth, his face flushed, his pants unzipped, his own cock in his hand, stroking it as he watched. Walter stood beside him, arms crossed, a flat, assessing look in his eyes.
She looked forward. Two more men sat on a frayed couch, naked, their erections in their hands. Another leaned against a log wall, naked. A sixth knelt nearby, watching intently. All strangers. All hard. All staring at her impaled, pregnant body.
A scream caught in her throat, becoming a choked gag.
The bearded man—Mitch—licked his lips. “Howdy, darlin’.”
Walter’s voice cut through the roaring in her ears. “Emmy, this is Mitch. And the one currently opening up that pussy of yours is my cousin Jeb.”
Jeb slammed deeper into her, making her body jolt. “Pleased to meetcha,” he grunted.
“On the couch is Dale and Carter. Against the wall is Travis. And that’s Boyd on the floor.” Walter spoke like he was introducing neighbors at a barbecue. “They all got your invitation. R.S.V.P.’d and everything.”
Lust seized her. She can't wait to try all these cocks. “Thank you for the surprise, I love it’.”
She looked happily at Rex. His eyes met hers. A feverish, voyeuristic hunger. He gave his cock a slow stroke and nodded, as if encouraging her.
Walter walked over. He knelt in front of her, his face level with hers. He cupped her cheek, his thumb wiping away a tear. His touch was terrifyingly gentle.
“Good girl,” he whispered, his breath smelling of whiskey. Then he kissed her. It was a deep, possessive, vile kiss, claiming her mouth while his cousin claimed her cunt. Her body, responded.
She tore her mouth from Walter’s. “Oh, I-I'm…”
“Yes,” Walter murmured. “You cum Look at you. Dripping all over Jeb’s dick. Your nasty little cunt knows what it’s for.”
The orgasm exploded out of her, a torrent of convulsions that had nothing to do with pleasure and everything to do with sheer systemic shock. She squirted, a hot jet of fluid soaking Jeb’s cock and the blanket beneath her, her cries echoing off the cabin walls.
Jeb laughed, a harsh, grating sound. “Hell yeah. Broke the seal. Who’s next?”
Walter stood up, looking at the circle of men. His face was calm, satisfied. “Gentlemen,” he said. “The guest of honor is ready.”