Winter Dreams

by Shawn Keys

  Cara trembled again, and gave her own small muted cry.

  Tricia’s eyes seared back at him, silently screaming that he couldn’t do anything that would break her.

  Drake’s blood smoked at that. He leaned into Tricia. “I’m only going to get hungrier. Which means you’re going last. Watch, and… get ready.”

  He centered on Karin again, who was soaking her panties under her never-ceasing strokes. “But first… there’s you.” He didn’t want her to think she wasn’t special. Didn’t want her to think that what he planned for her wasn’t going to blow her whole world apart.

  His fingers curled in and around her wet panties desperately trying to conceal her core from him. He gripped them, pulling upward. His fist pressed against her thighs a little more, straining her against her bindings in a way that made it very clear she couldn’t do anything about what was happening. He reached in with his second hand, found a weak point on the side bands of her panties, and tugged them until he felt the cheap fabric rip apart.

  Startled as the sound of torn threads echoed on the air, Karin jumped and then squirmed all the more.

  Tossing her ruined undergarments away, Drake kept the momentum going. He tugged her forward on the carpet, then flipped her backward. Not about to hurt her for real, he tilted her back just fast enough to make her heart race. Suddenly, she was on her back, with her girlfriends looking down on her from either side.

  Believing in her flexibility from her yoga past, Drake kept the flip motion going, pressing her legs up into the air. They were still wrapped together, moving as one as he folded her a little in half and presented her core to his eyes and nose to enjoy.

  Bracing her with his shoulder, he reached in and pinched the fabric of her soaked pantyhose. It was the last barrier to him, and his hunger wouldn’t be denied. Getting a hold, he tore a little hole, then with a wonderful rrrriiiiipppp, he pulled outward and opened a ragged, beautifully crude hole in her silk pantyhose. The warm air of the room was finally able to touch her slit directly, which glistened damply in the firelight.

  Karin was practically hyperventilating as she was forcefully exposed with his rough, direct assault on her senses. She was trying to keep sight of him past the lean lines of her athletic legs. Her arms were pinned beneath her, rendering her truly at his mercy.

  Letting her legs rest against his chest, Drake took things to the next level. He reached to his own waist, and grabbed hold of all the layers of his clothing at once. He pulled upward, stripping himself bare to the waist in one pull. He cast aside the bundle of fabric and lounged for a second in place, letting the three women appreciate the well-crafted muscles on his lean frame. He wished he was still in his perfect fighting trim, but there was enough on the canvas to see the painting even if it might need refreshing before it would be perfect again.

  It took a little effort to maneuver himself around until he could strip off his pants and underwear. He might have enjoyed making a bigger deal of unveiling himself, but that wasn’t the game. He contented himself with staying as pressed up against Karin as possible, enjoying how Cara and Tricia were doing their best to sneak peeks around Karin’s legs to see him.

  Drake called them on it. “Want to see it ladies? Want to know what you’re getting into? Well, why don’t you… ask Karin?” He timed it. He lined himself up to Karin’s dripping sex and let her feel the first swollen pressure of the tip of his cock parting her slit.

  Instantly, Karin’s eyes widened as she realized he was going to ravish her right then and there. He grabbed onto her thighs, keeping her exposed. The feel of those hands taking firm control of the back of her thighs made her moan loudly against her gag, sobbing with need and the wicked edge of erotic uncertainty.

  Drake wasn’t about to let up. He wanted to overwhelm her in the best of ways while enjoying the power of the moment for his own sake. He leaned in and let his weight sink a good three inches of his girth into her tightness. Instantly, she was clenching around him. He hissed at the insane pleasure of her wet walls gripping him.

  He growled at her. “Like that? Hmm? Well, there’s so much more.” He wasn’t trying to oversell, but this was all about the game as much as the real feel. And he knew he had nothing to be embarrassed about when it came to size. He smacked her with a sharp spank on the outside of her left thigh, then pierced another three inches into her. “Let them hear you, Karin. Let them hear it!”

  Karin did. She was already practically sobbing as he fucked her open. Being called upon to think about it and reminding her that her friends were watching her get ravished on the floor of their house only drove her to the next level. As Drake thrust again and sank up to his hilt, her fingers were clenching and unclenching spasmodically while her toes curled inside the sexy green stiletto boots of her elf costume.

  Circling her legs with his arms, Drake hugged them to his chest and angled her so that he was sure to touch all the right spots as he penetrated her. With her properly set, he bounced his pelvis off the curve of her incredible ass and started to pound into her with fierce, claiming strokes.

  There was literally nothing she could do but take his lust. Raw and powerful, he took her hard. She had been so primed by the wait and anticipation and his own dark games, Karin squeezed in on his shaft as an orgasm blasted through the core of her almost immediately. Drake didn’t let up. As her cream only made his path into her that much easier to plunder, he picked up the pace and ravished her with more and more of his full strength.

  He wasn’t here to be subtle. He was here to render her into a melted puddle on the ground. Her head tossed back and forth, swishing her red locks in frantic motions as she was plunged into a series of crashing waves of pleasure.

  As soon as she found her first, Drake ceased being worried at all about how long he could last. Embracing the selfish part of him was part of the game; part of what she wanted to feel. Unleashing the animal, he used the muffled screams behind her gag and the erotic strain in her bent over body to inspire his own frenzy. The wet heaven of her sex steamed around him; every ridge and contour inside her was perfect and completely his to possess. The final piece fell into place as she found another climax around him. He joined her. His cock pumped his hot lust into her until he was spent and left gasping.

  Karin’s head lolled back and forth. The exertion had been too much, and the gag cutting off part of her air had left her light-headed. As she came down from the soaring pleasure, her legs were shaking as Drake laid them out on the ground. Instinctively, Karin rolled a little to one side, relieving the pressure on her arms and curling in on herself a little.

  Drake wanted to care for her, but the heat of the moment was just beginning.

  He wasn’t a teenager anymore, but despite the aggressive coupling, Drake was still hard and ready. Dripping with Karin’s juices, he didn’t even pause. The sight of Karin practically being fucked unconscious only drove him on as he went toward Cara with a vengeance.

  He pulled Cara’s legs out so they were no longer up against her chest, and straddled them to keep them locked to the ground, which also helped her sit up with less effort. His hands ran up along the sides of her cheap corset. He was glad for the poor quality of the costumes in that moment. If they were well-made, it would be far harder to rip them apart.

  His grip shifted from her sides and up over the mounds of her trapped breasts. Mauling them a little through the stiff material, his hands went to the straps holding the material together in front and started to pry it open. He made sure to jerk the knots and tug against the material as much as possible to put her off balance and make her feel the aggression as he stripped it away. Her breasts spilled into the air as he finally got it open. Pushing the two halves aside, he left the ruined corset to dangle around her bound arms, not bothering to strip it all away. It felt even more wicked to have her looking like she was recently torn from her clothing.

  His hands groped over her breasts, cupping her flesh firmly and pressing her hardened nipples into his palms.
His grip grew more feverish, refining into a pinching grasp on her nipples that grew hard enough to make her cry out against the gag. His hands slipped up her collar and then along her sculpted neck. He paused, running fingertips along her skin to admire the lines of her neck giving way to her jawline, then slipped up to brush at the clasps holding the gag tight to her mouth.

  He leaned into her, loving the ability to watch her expression change as he spoke, immediate, visceral reactions to what he said. “Later, I’m going to love hearing my name on your lips. To hear you begging for more. But not yet. Right now, this I exactly how I want you. Exactly how you wanted me to have you.” As he spoke, he repeated the process he had begun with Karin. The cheap panties were easy to tear, and he grinned at the powerful illusion it gave that he could literally claw off her underwear like a barbarian claiming a prize. He made sure to rip holes in her pantyhose as well along the way, giving him access to what lay beneath.

  He slipped to one side, and sank his butt onto the ground. With the smooth power of his arms, he lifted Cara’s slim body up off the ground and turned her to one side. His arms curled under her knees, cradling her side-saddle above his shaft standing tall and proud above his pelvis.

  Lowering her down, he guided her so that her netherlips parted for him. She groaned at the contact, and then again as he stirred her back and forth, grinding his glans through the folds of her labia. His cock was already slick from Karin. Passing over her clitoris, he swirled a little firmer, listening to Cara pant in response. He was holding her along her back, with her bound arms over his own. She was totally open, totally exposed, and totally his. Only her whines and muffled cries could influence him.

  Dragging his shaft’s tip back toward her dripping opening, his cock went from ready to fully hard, eager to plunge into her. She was ready; he felt her hot need dribbling down his length as he nestled in place. All he needed to do was relax his arms. Gravity did the rest, settling her slender body onto his spear.

  Cara let out a continual, “Mmmmmmmuugggghhhhhmmmmmmm….” as she plunged downward, eyes closing as he filled her in a prolonged, decadent motion. He didn’t interrupt her downward slide until he was totally sheathed inside her body, right to his balls.

  As she panted past her gag and adjusted to his thickness, Drake ran his hands along her body, reveling in her exposed flesh. With the corset open and panties torn away, only her pantyhose were left to hide any of her skin from him, and that did more to accent her lovely curves than hide it. His left hand uncurled from under her knees, letting her stiletto boots touch the ground while he ran loving caresses up and down the silk-covered lines of her legs: cupping her calves, massaging her thighs, and teasing around the binding ropes at her ankles and knees as if to remind her that she couldn’t escape his attentions.

  His right forearm braced her back, letting his hand slide up between her arms. Her wrists were handcuffed, but that left lots of room for him to reach upward and swarm his fingers into her sandy-brown hair. Grasping her strands, he tugged downward, arching her neck and back until her face was pointed up at the ceiling.

  His hand that had been worshipping her legs glided up to her breasts being so deliciously presented by the new posture. Massaging her mounds of flesh, he pulled back even harder, forcing her nipples further into his grip. He swiveled his pelvis, stirring his cock inside of her as he fondled her. All of it was crafted to show how completely he could use her to his whims.

  Positioned like this, he was able to growl almost right in her ear. “Feel me inside you? Hmm? Are you ready? Ready to get taken? Because you’re all mine, my sexy little elf.” His promises evoked deeper moans from Cara, jerking her head in tiny little nods – all she could do with his hand gripping her hair as he was. It was all she could do to show that she wanted more.

  His hands shifted down to grip hold along her sides and waist, finding spots with enough support to properly control her. Then, rolling his hips under her, he bounced her into motion. Her breasts lifted and fell, drawing his eye. He gave a throaty laugh at the wonderful addition. Holding her tightly, his bounces grew more aggressive, sending her up and down his shaft in a rippling pace that ended with him totally buried. Her ass cheeks impacted on his thighs and pelvis again and again while her legs flexed and twitched as she fought to control herself with her bound feet.

  Her nipples were diamond hard in the soft light, two jiggling points of focus for Drake’s efforts. He tilted her back a little, making sure that every thrust began to grind against her g-spot on each entry. Whatever she thought she was ready to take, this was too much. Her scream came, choked back by the gag, but a scream nonetheless. Her inner walls struggled to seize hold of him, spasming around his invading member, but her tightness only added to the texture of his powerful thrusts and made her cum all the harder.

  Keening through one orgasm, it was not the last. Like Karin, Drake wasn’t content to let up. This time, with Karin having already finished him once, he had real staying power. It was perfect; additional stamina, but with Cara as a sexy muse to keep him as hard as iron inside of her. With her bouncing above him, it wasn’t even all that much effort to keep her riding his cock. With erotically mischievous intent, he kept going and going and going until he swore he could sense the cries for mercy mingled with Cara’s ecstasy. Her legs were no longer helping. They were quivering and bucking, scrambling along the floor.

  Drake decided he didn’t need to finish inside of her. Indeed, he wanted to be sure he had the iron to finish Tricia just as completely. With a sense of wicked accomplishment, he came to a warm, clenched rest inside of Cara and allowed her trembling body to come down from its orgasmic journey.

  Controlling her fall, he spilled Cara sideways down onto the floor, angling her so that she ended up spooning up against the back of Karin’s body. He let out a satisfied chuckle. Two puddles mingling.

  He looked up at Tricia.

  She was already breathing hard. Watching him destroy her two friends while she could do nothing but sit there and squirm was driving her crazy.

  Drake wasn’t much better off. He had driven himself right to the edge inside of Cara. His cock was pulsing with need, slathered obscenely with the juices of Tricia’s two friends before her.

  Deciding to play with her, Drake pushed up to his feet and walked around the stretched-out bodies of her friends. He stepped up to Tricia, bringing his dripping cock to her cheek and smearing her friends’ excitement over her skin. He savored the bold fire in her eyes. Her teeth were chewing on the ball-gag like it was a riding bit. His own lust coiled inside of him. “Ready to be mounted, Tricia?”

  Her eyes flared back at him. Oh, she knew he was using those specific words on purpose. Her spirit was rising in response, unwilling to bend.

  Drake loved every second of it. He goaded her further as he pressed his cock over her face, painting her nose and her other cheek and her lips around the gag. She was drooling a little past the leather, and he added that to the lubrication on his cock. “Feel my heat, Tricia? Ready to be broken? Ready for me to claim what I want?”

  He brushed his cock down her chin, then sank into a squat. He kept the tip burning a line along her skin, stopping to paint a little more of the mingled juices onto the top of Tricia’s breasts as they surged up from under her corset. He kept sinking lower until he was meeting her eye to eye. He absorbed the full passion radiating from her shining eyes. Once more, it only made him want to goad her even more. “Last chance. Submit nicely, and I’ll love you sweetly on the couch. Or am I going to have to teach you to play nice? With a… stern hand?”

  Her eyes never lost their fire, though a small whimper of need leaked from around her gag. There wasn’t an ounce of surrender in her. Not yet.

  Drake would have been awfully disappointed if there was.

  Starting strong, Drake reached under her arms and lifted Tricia up to her feet in one, heady rush. Planting her on her heeled boots, she was unsteady as she searched for her balance. Of course, Drake didn’t
let her catch it. Spinning her in place, he turned her to face her friends where they were laying on the ground. He grabbed hold of the handcuffs between her wrists to anchor her, then placed a flat hand between her shoulder blades and bent her over a little. He wanted her to be looking down at her two friends who were still struggling to recover.

  With her poised as he wanted her, he held her by the back of the neck as he cupped her ass, squeezing her firm flesh, then delivering a sharp little spank to show her he meant business. Slipping lower, his fingers clawed in and tore her panties free, taking a large chunk of her pantyhose with it, rending open a wide path to her entire sex and more. The flesh of her pale, toned ass flashed up at him. He delivered another spank! to keep her nerve endings alive and buzzing.

  His hand probed her ass flesh a couple more times, then dipped between her thighs. Sampling everywhere around her intimate skin, he scraped delicious little tingling scratches at the very top of her thighs, then dipped in to rub through her wet sex.

  Growling at her, he said, “You’re mine, aren’t you? Mine to do with what I want. You’re already begging for it. Feel that?” He ran a finger right into her hot entry, pumping one… twice… and again into her vagina. Then, he lined up another finger, stacking them together and piercing her once more. Twining around each other to add to the spiraling delight of his invasion, he stroked everywhere he could reach inside of her.

  Deciding to really make her soar, he extended his ring finger on the same hand through her labia until he felt the engorged nub of her clitoris. Grinding down on that, his fingers inside of her found a wonderful little angle that would attack her g-spot at the same time.

  Tricia was already beginning to simmer hotter under his firm handling. Her breathing was irregular. Drake wasn’t about to let her get away with anything so simple. He knew she was looking down at her friends, because both Cara and Karin was staring up at her, their eyes locked as they took in their friend being ravished above them. It was the most erotic mirror ever, to guess Tricia’s expression by seeing Cara’s and Karin’s reaction to it.