by Shawn Keys
His thumb swirled down to join the first two fingers inside of her, gathering enough moisture to take this to the next level of naughty. Slipping it higher, he pressed the larger tip of his thumb up against the presented and vulnerable clench of her anal entrance. Tricia stiffened and let out a startled gasp as he nudged past the outer ring, then laughed as the reflexive action nearly sucked him inside. He plunged deep until the outer ring grasped around the very top of his thumb. Then he pumped a few times to let her feel it working her open a little more.
Lining up his forearm to get a little leverage, Drake started to thrust into her, stimulating everything all at once. The two fingers inside her sex spread into a ‘v’, pressing his middle finger up against her g-spot while the forefinger rubbed through the thin veil of flesh between her vagina and her ass, grinding against his thumb which was working in her dark hole. All the while, his last two fingers rubbed over the button of her clit and made patterns through her netherlips.
Being attacked from three different angles, Tricia didn’t stand a chance. When Drake grasped hold of her handcuffed hands and used them to leverage her back against his pulsing hands, the rough treatment surged her into a climax. She spurted cum over his hand, drenching his whole forearm that continued to pump relentlessly into her body until she screamed through one and then another release.
Finally, he relented, though he was by no means done. His hand slipped out of her body, listening in delight as she actually emitted a groan of loss at suddenly being empty.
She won’t be for much longer, he promised silently.
He stepped behind her, saddling up behind her bound-together legs. He took hold of his still-wet phallus and dragged himself through her sex. Purposefully spending time rubbing her still-sensitive clit, he shifted higher. His glans expanded into her sopping entry. He swirled it in place, letting her feel his imposing length ready for her.
Then, when she thought she was ready, he nuzzled higher between her ass cheeks, and lined up his cock with her ass.
Tricia let out a long, piercing, “Mmmmmmmmmmm!!!” She tensed, her thighs going taut and struggling to get away in pure instinctive reaction.
Pulling back on her arms, he arched her back. Then he reached out with both of his hands, and unhooked the two clasps holding the ball-gag in place. The leather straps popped free, letting the ball gag crash on top of her two friends still squirming below her.
Drake asked in a voice filled with gruff demand. “Had enough?” He gave her a firm, flesh-reddening smack! to her ass to drive home the question.
Tricia fumed, looking back over her shoulder at him, snarling, “I won’t say it!”
“Oh no? Where is it, Tricia? Can you feel it? Tell your friends where I am?” He revolved his hips, making his thick cock wedge a little deeper into the crevice between her butt cheeks. Her already weakened anal ring stretched a little under the pressure, on the edge of giving him what he wanted.
Tricia let out a mix of a gasp and a snarl, followed by a guttural admission, “You’re about to shove it up my ass, damn you!”
Drake murmured, “Damned right, sexy.” He spanked! her again, then again. She jumped with each one, moaning in the aftermath. “Just say it’s all too much. Say you can’t take it.”
“No!”
“Last chance. Say this is more than you can handle…”
“Never!”
“Then you asked for it, my sexy elf. Open up for your beast.” He echoed their poem knowingly, loving to bring it all full circle. He leaned in and grasped hold of her arms, keeping her pinned in place. While he wasn’t faking his intent, he wasn’t there to hurt her. Only dominate her. Giving her time to adjust, he went almost agonizingly slow as he violated her ass.
Tricia grunted under the strain. She bit her lip. She uttered a long, long, long rattling snarl that never quite reached the level of words.
Cara moaned from below. Her muffled words sounded an awful lot like “Oh god, that’s so hot” to Drake’s ears. She was watching it all from an angle that hid nothing.
Karin mumbled, and Drake imagined she was saying, “And he’s only half in…”
Tricia hissed, her words clear but far more strained, “Not… helping…”
Walking the line between using her and abusing her, Drake pressed in, hungry to feel his pelvis cupping the lush curve of her ass. Her body gasped at him in a way he was fairly sure was going to devour him. It took all his will to stop from pumping hot cum into her right then and there.
Then, he was there. Buried into her. Totally in, and feeling complete.
Tricia laughed, half delirious. “Told you I could take it!”
“You haven’t taken anything yet.” Drake gave a dark laugh, pulled back a couple inches, then thrust into her hard enough to make her ass ripple.
“Ohhh, fuuuuuccccckkk….” Was all Tricia could manage.
Which brought out another evil laugh. Drake drove into her with another deliberate stroke. Harder. And harder. Each one shaking her. Her mouth might be uncovered, but Tricia was still totally bound and totally at his mercy. The only way she could stop it was to surrender and admit she had lost the sexy battle. And she wasn’t giving in easily.
Drake picked up the pace, aiming to crush her resilience. He ravished her ass with greater hunger. Her sobbing cries came faster as they bucked against each other. It was no longer purely his thrusts. She was ramming back at him, using any leverage she had to get him to thrust deeper with each motion.
He could take it no longer. After being inside Cara, he was primed to explode, and Tricia’s ass was perfect. The sweet friction of their intense fucking drove him insane. He exploded in a hot rush, painting her inner darkness with seed. It didn’t stop them, not right away. Feverish to harvest every ounce of pleasure from the moment, he kept thrusting a dozen more times until the last spurt of climax passed.
He didn’t cum alone. With her body still humming from the first orgasms she had endured, Tricia didn’t need much. The rough anal sex was exactly what the feisty woman had wanted. Matched with their sexy, challenging talk and feeling of captivity, her whole body vibrated as she rode through another climax unlike any she had ever really experienced before.
As they both came down from that high, Drake’s arms curled around her as he felt her about to collapse. His own knees were a touch weak. Lowering her slowly, he guided her down onto her friends, laying her out on top of them as Tricia finally surrendered to gravity.
The intense brunette was still muttering, “Took him… see that? Never… never gave in… took him all the way… totally won…” She giggled from the depths of temporary, orgasm-induced insanity.
Drake cuddled atop them, spreading out his weight, not really atop any one of them while spreading out whose flesh he was touching. “Night’s not over yet, you know.”
Tricia’s babbling trailed off. Then, carefully, she said, “Who says?”
Drake chuckled. “You’re still tied up, remember? I could still fuck your ass again. Hmmm…” He fondled her ass with sexy, loving delight. “And again…”
She cursed. “Well… damn.”
The other two laughed below them, an undercurrent of desire still there. Both were exhausted in the moment, but neither sounded ready to suggest an early night.
Drake joined in. Oh yeah. The night was just getting started.
* * *
The bed’s sheets were nowhere to be found. It was alright; the air was warm, and the tangle of bodies on top shared enough cuddles to keep everyone warm.
The red cords that had been wrapped around the women earlier were gone, as were all their elf costumes. Their games of bondage hadn’t vanished. But they had drifted into using lengths of red and green ribbon from a couple spools, which lay discarded on the floor, now empty and forgotten. The remnants of those ribbons were strewn over them, giving the sexual aftermath of their bed a rather festive look.
Drake missed some of the elements of their elf costumes; especially the corsets,
stiletto boots and hosiery. But he could hardly object to the array of naked limbs, exposed breasts and lithe bodies wrapped around him.
They had slept off and on. The dawn was approaching, though none of them were much concerned. Some people had to go to work, but none of them had any commitments. Their tour as elves was over, they were otherwise self-employed, and Drake clearly had no-one to answer to.
Drake was drifting on the side of being awake, his hand caressing along Cara’s back with idle enjoyment of her skin. “Well, that wasn’t what I expected from you three.”
Karin mumbled, “What do you mean?”
“Well, you know, from three nice, guitar-making girls from… where were you from again?”
Tricia snickered. “We never told you, I don’t think.”
“Oh, right.”
Cara was on her stomach, looking rather feline as she basked in his attention. “You don’t know much about us at all. So, why would you think this isn’t us? Lots of assumptions, lover. For all you know, we’re the kinkiest girls you’ve ever met.”
Drake would never compare them to Grace and Beth. It wouldn’t be fair. But he remembered some of the wilder nights he had had with Grace, and the promise of what might have been with Beth had they lived longer. Where would that have gone? But he couldn’t deny, these three had introduced him to something entirely new. Thrilling. He had pushed his own limits as much as they had exposed some of their weaknesses. He nodded. “Fair enough.” A pause. Then, he said, “If you don’t mind me saying, I’d love to find out.”
Tricia chuckled. “I’ll bet.”
Cara reached out and connected with him by running a hand up and down his thigh. “We might not have told you our hometown, but Tricia said she told you about our business. We don’t have much time for anything. Especially dating.” She turned her head so she could see him, and smiled. “I think you can tell that we tend to share pretty much anything.”
Karin pulled herself into a sitting posture, reaching out to stroke his arm. “You gave us what we needed. What we each needed. That’s pretty special. Anyone who can make me laugh and then make Tricia cry… well, a guy like that doesn’t come along every day.” Despite all they had done in the last hours, a sexual heat rose into her expression. “For a guy like that, well, we’d be a lot of different things back. We aren’t afraid of anything you might want.”
Drake sensed they were working up to something. “What are talking about here, ladies?”
Tricia propped her head up on her elbows, looking far cuter in that moment and less like the ravenous, insatiable vixen from their sex play. “Can we be direct, lover?”
Drake actually swallowed hard. Am I ready for that? Despite his inner nerves, he managed to nod. After all, given what they had done the night before, what did he have to hide? But nodding was all he managed. No words eked out.
Tricia didn’t press him for any. “You need a place to live, if you ever want to get back on your feet. I know, you probably hate charity. I would, if I was in your place. But let us do this for you. Then you can be this for us. Be someone safe who we don’t need to learn to trust. You saved our lives. We saved yours. How often is that going to happen? We can skip past all the initial crap and get right to supporting each other. Growing together.”
Drake glanced around at them. “You say you want to share. But… you’re not talking about a fling. You’re right. We’re past all the initial crap. So, what happens when I start falling for you. Any of you… or all of you? I could. I know I could. Sharing like that isn’t what most people call normal.”
Cara smiled at him. “What about us seems normal to you so far?”
He laughed. “True.” There was so much to say. So very much to say. But there was one lingering cloud over all of this. “Look, I need to say something. I’m going to make a hash of it, so bear with me, alright?”
Karin smiled in sympathy. “Take your time.”
He gathered his thoughts. “You know I was in the military. But I don’t think I ever told you why. I lost a couple people who were close to me. On the surface, I know it isn’t my fault. Took me a year just to get that far. Hell, part of me still hasn’t figured it out. Someone smart pointed that out to me last night.”
He shook his head, laughing at himself as he realized that was still true. “Since then, I’ve done a lot in my life. Risking it, over and over, hoping that the universe would finally decide to balance the score.”
Tricia sighed. “But it never did.”
Karin actually smiled. “Yes, it did. But you weren’t at fault. So, fate left you alone.”
Drake huffed in quiet humor. “Maybe that’s it. It’s more than just learning not to blame myself. It was about purpose. I had one, at one point. When that got stolen from me, I found another. A bullet ended that. Then my parents…” He shook his head. “Everything I touched kept getting torn away while I was left standing. It felt wrong. Like a mistake.”
“Until?” Tricia prompted.
“Until Christmas Eve. This last two days have been a terrifying mess. But it gave me the idea that maybe I have a few things left to do.” He looked around at them. “I lost some very special people to me. If I stay, then I’m not going to let anything happen to any of you. I might be a little… umm… overprotective. You’ll have to forgive me when that happens.”
Tricia grinned at him. “Well, handsome, then you’re going to have to forgive us, too. From what we’ve seen, you like to get yourself in trouble. I don’t think you’re going to be any less reasonable if you saw someone else getting threatened. We just found you, and we’re not going to lose you. If you keep trying to get yourself killed, we’re going to have a few words.”
They all fell silent, trading looks.
With glee barely contained inside, Karin whispered, “So… are we really going to do this?”
Cara chewed one of her lips, “We’ll be writing whole new rules. Other people won’t get this. Our families won’t get this.”
Tricia shrugged. “Who cares. We will.”
Drake reached out and tried to touch them all at once. “Yes, we will. And that’s all that matters.”
A new dawn broke, sending a shaft of sunlight into the bedroom.
For the second time, Drake felt poetry touch his soul in this place. This time, it wasn’t their words. This was as close to a sign as a man could hope for.
This was a new dawn for his life. For all their lives.
He felt hope for the first time in a long time.
And it felt good.
Author’s Comment
I don’t normally leave comments, but I figured since this was Christmas, I would offer a kind referral to the inspiration for the events that happened in Chapter One. Obviously, I put my own spin on things, but the idea started with the actions seen in this linked YouTube video. It was kicked off by a social experiment, but the results show what I consider true charitable spirit. Enough that it inspired me to craft a scene in a similar vein, yes to describe my character’s own spirit, but also to honor “Jay” and those like him.
From the site of: Waqas Shah
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N92aN6S74-M
Watch if you have time, and enjoy.
I am reminded yet again of all the many reasons people end up on the streets, most of which has a lot to do with mental illness which includes insidious ones like depression and PTSD. We all know how hard it is to recover from these; how much harder when you can’t access medication, therapists, and all the other things money can buy. I can only empathize and sympathize and help where I can.
My never-ending support to all Veterans, especially those who have trouble making ends meet. Hopefully, all nations grappling with this issue will come to terms what needs to happen to help their warriors back on their feet.
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