by Ryan Ramsay
“Right there, baby.”
“Yes, Ash. Right…there.”
It’s been too long. It doesn’t take me long. The tightness. The folds. Her button nose. Her curvy thin lips. Her eyes, watching, urging me. My balls go the extra mile. Her thighs hold me in place. Her navel sweats in bonded pleasure. I see her pupils dilate hard.
“Together?” she asks.
I nod and put my mouth on hers, digging my tongue deeper with each stroke. I can taste her throat, her very end.
That pushes her to clench every inch of her being.
And that pushes me.
I close my eyes, just as she does. We let go. At the same time.
“Aaaaargh!!!!”
I don’t know if I’m screaming, but I should be. There can be nothing to describe this eternity bottled in a couple of seconds, the utter animosity of bliss surrounding her body and mine, the aching nagging of an itch that has long desired to be scratched by just the right person.
The wave subsides by the minute, and I am left inside of her. She laughs, her throat croaky.
“What?” I breathlessly ask.
“I feel full. I’ve never felt complete before.”
“Then I am glad I helped,” I whisper. Our bodies are no longer wet, save for that trickling down our thighs. I let it. I let my cock twitch. I let it all drain in.
“God that’s hot.”
Peter.
“I had a hard time not jerking off.”
Arnold.
They were here all this time.
I look up, straight ahead at the bed’s headboard. There they are, cocks in hand. Stroking.
Ashley looks upside down too, her lips drying.
“Wow. Enjoyed the show?”
“You have no idea,” says Peter. Mind if we joined once more?”
“Actually,” she groggily says, “I want to have you one by one if that’s alright.” She turns to look at me fast. “I love this Shem. You are my winner. But I want to feel all of you. I want us to enjoy this. Is that okay?”
Post-cum mentality can be a powerful thing.
“Yes it is, love. I want to watch.”
And watch I do. Peter takes her from behind, smashing into her like a rabid animal. Her hands find my thigh and squeezes as she cums with him. Arnold follows next, taking her weight and letting her straddle his waist.
She grinds into him under careful instruction, his cock slipping in and out of her visibly from where I lie, silently stroking my already hard cock. He comes while sucking on her tits, her nails dug deep into his back. She screams till there is no more strength to.
We are entranced in this moment, all of us. I wish I could say who thought of it first. I wish I could say it’s me. But the idea is perfection. I lie on my back as the victor, letting her breasts slap at my face. Her face is busy sucking at Peter’s cock, her arms held by mine for support.
My cock is buried deep inside her. Two cocks are, actually. Arnold’s is in here too, stretching out the folds of skin never before touched. I slide in at the same time he does, feeling so different it fuels my want for her. I cannot think of my sexuality right now. All I want is for her to be happy. All I want if for Ash to feel safe, loved, cared for.
All I want is for her to cum hard and us with her.
Chapter 21
Ashley
I think I just found the cure to my insomnia.
I am in the middle of a love bed. I am naked. That fact is still hard to grasp. And I am not alone. No. I am with the richest sons of bitches to ever walk into my life. And they are all drained. They all drained into me.
I knew asking for that pill was necessary. I just had no idea how much its necessity was.
Heavy arms caress my sore nipples. A leg and a half straddle my thighs, and a raw and sloppy dick rests limply close to my mouth. Peter’s magical cock; this man has no idea what he’s packing.
“I am no longer a virgin,” I whisper out loud in a fiendish croak. One of them grunts and pulls me closer to his side, the warmth embracing my whole. I close my eyes, the happiness reminding me that it’s all alright. I am safe. I am a woman now.
“Damn. I wish I knew how much you would have liked it.”
Four souls and a bed rock in anxiety, chasing to cover exposed nakedness.
“Relax!” she urges, stepping into the evening light, her fuchsia dress still clinging tight to her body. Mia’s face is one filled with awe and, if I’m not wrong, pride.
“Not cool sis,” I groggily say. I am so glad my body is not exposed as much as these cocks.
“Sis?” they almost all say in unison.
She laughs. “Yeah. Guys, let’s go grab some dinner. We should talk.”
**
“This hardly qualifies for dinner. It’s everything in one!”
“I think it’s alright.”
“Of course you’d think that. Everything looks good on a plate for you.”
“Come off it man. I like my meat rare anytime any day. This right here is a fine selection of beef.”
“Yeah. So, care to tell us why your sister played the game?”
I was wondering when it would be brought up. We are at the end of the villa, outside overlooking the beach and sea. There is an array of food on the roundtable. For jealousy’s sake I choose to sit next to Mia at the head of the table. My pussy is so sore I need her to hold my hand.
“I just want her to be happy,” says my sister.
“And this is the way to do it?” asks Peter.
“It is,” I respond in defense. “I find it quite likely that this is not the last time we five will meet. And I like how our start came along to be honest.”
“What’s your goal here, Mia?” asks Arnold. “Really. You got us here through some really unconventional means. It can’t have all been for sex and cash.”
Mia holds her palms up in a triangle and smiles.
“You are so right Arnold, and I apologize for that. I brought you here for joy’s purpose. I know your pasts. I know the things you’ve gone through to get to where you are right now. And I know how easy it is to push who you are away for the ease of a good day’s work.”
“I paired your aptitudes with that of my sister, and I saw that you are a perfect match.”
Shem shifts uneasily in his seat, a forkful of salad in his hand.
“What does that mean?”
Mia cheekily chortles. “It means, quite simply put, that you have the opportunity to prove the union between souls right. Take your time to think this over though. You just took on a rigorous activity.”
The table goes quiet. I speak up.
“Whatever happens I need you all to understand something.” They perk their attention up. “I am a student before all else. My degree comes first. No matter the cost I have to complete my education.”
“Not even with all that money in the bank by noon tomorrow?” asks Mia with a cheeky grin.
“No,” I say without an inch of hesitation. Mia lauds me with her feet upstanding.
“Do you see what I’m talking about? Quality!”
Chapter 22
Ashley
And I am back.
Everything is different now.
I got upgraded to a single room with no more roommate. Sandra was sad. We cried. She promised she would get better, stop drinking, stop gallivanting around with random guys.
I told her it was not in my hands. It was the dean. Still she cried, asking me to reconsider moving out. I promised to visit every day and not let what we have die out. I guess I have Arnold to thank for this.
I walk to the bathroom, stand before the mirror and look at her once more. She looks different. She seems grown, out of her shell. I smile. She smiles back.
There is love through this mirror. There is hope. I laugh alone at the broach I’m wearing. It glitters. It does not chink. I am reminded of my weekend affair. Oh, Shem, my champion. My first.
There is a knock at the door. I open it. A delivery man with a bouquet of re
d roses and baby’s breath and gift hamper greets me and asks me to sign here, sign there. He leaves.
It’s a card from Peter. He says he cannot wait to see me after my final exam. It seems I’m passing with flying colors so far and soon I’ll be home-free. I do intend to see him then – as soon as I can. He says they all have a surprise for me.
I throw myself on the large bed and look to the ceiling. My thoughts have been fewer, more streamlined. I don’t have the nagging qualms in my head.
The random panic attacks after every thirty minutes do not hit me. My breathing is more controlled. I know for a fact it’s the sex.
And I am tired, physically. I lie on my side and curl up like a cat, ready to nap for a bit. I move my hands across the underside of my pillows, feeling for the worn out novel.
The urges are gone now. I don’t need it anymore.
Epilogue
Peter
I am inside of her, deeper than she lets me.
Her ass clamps.
I smack both cheeks.
“Mmmh,” she moans.
She likes it. She makes sure Shem likes it even more. The ropes around her ankles are tight enough to make her submissive for the night. The shackles around the bed, tied to our waists make us heed her every command.
She told us to make her cum more than once with her eyes blindfolded. We are only here to serve her every wish.
Pulling out before spewing seed all over her pie does not make me whole. It helps, I think. But that’s just not it.
I have had time to study Ashley, to learn her. Spending time with her is like reading from a random book you find in the library while studying for a test, falling in love with it and then forgetting the test all at once.
I love her. It may be too soon, but she is the comfort I have needed for a very long time. Ash makes me grow, makes me sane. This union, this…thing we have with Arnold and Shem…I know it will work.
I know that others will talk. I don’t fucking care. Sheila always told me to try and heal. I think this is the way to go.
And as I have my way with her mouth and Shem with her asshole and mouth, spitting into each and rubbing tongue and vibrating rabbit against them, as she screams, as she moans and explodes with my cock in her mouth, as we rush in this quickie before Arnold and Mia fly in for lunch at this secluded barn in Shem’s ranch, I hold her cheeks and pull the blindfold away as I cum for the second time. I want to see her eyes. I want her to see mine.
I want her to know the only thing that matters.
She is my happy.
Ashley
Patches of green lawn come up from the uneven white. Silver sprinklers spout water randomly upon the light snow in short bursts. The ground is soft, the air even softer. It is Christmas Eve. I do not stand alone. Never again.
She stands alongside me, her thin face buried in her warm fuzzy coat. We look like two bears standing in the middle of downtown suburbia, and I am sure if any of the kids come strolling down singing carols of some sort, it’ll be more Halloween than ‘cheery cheery the jolly day.’
I look up at the ornaments. Two worn out but smiling gnomes and an old plastic pine tree adorn the small yard. Brown and aged picket fencing works well for the ambience. Dad would have loved this.
It would have been great fodder for his stories. Maybe they are. Maybe he still sleeps under that same old roof. I would not know. It’s what I want to figure out now. It’s why we’re here.
It wasn’t easy growing up without parents. They were never present. It’s time to change all that.
I put my hand out. The ring—thrice studded with light ingots— sparkles once under the faded porch lights. Mia takes the hand in hers. I can feel her shudder under the warmth. She too, is afraid. No more.
“Shall we?” I ask.
“Yeah. Let’s do it.”
Together we walk towards our mother’s home, ready to tell her the story of our lives, ready to make amends. I hope he’s sitting in his old rickety armchair too, typing away a short story after the other. I hope we can all be a family again.
“Merry Christmas, sister,” I tell her.
“Merry Christmas,” she answers.
I hope there will be forgiveness.
I hope.
The End
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