Buying the Virgin

My own orgasm beginning to build, I tongue the mouthful of cock now streaming over my tongue. The man face-fucking me grabs me by the back of the head, pinning me as he starts to thrust. I can feel his control slipping and the shuddering at the base of his shaft as he builds to climax. Pinned at mouth and cunt, I cannot move far, but my own body is now shuddering and shaking uncontrollably.

With a jerk, the cock in my mouth spurts, shooting hot cum over the back of my throat. I manage not to gag, swallowing hard, just in time to hear the guy pumping my pussy grunt. Colour washes over him as, red-faced in the heat and steam, he shoots his load into me.

He is immediately replaced by ‘knee-holder-man’ who already looks as though he is ready to blow. Obviously, working himself and watching me being fucked has taken him a long way along the route to blowing off, because after only perhaps half a minute of pumping me, with a gasp and a heave, he cums and I get another load of cum in my pussy.

The guy behind me, still with his erection pressing into the small of my back, mutters into my ear. “My turn, Charlotte.”

I twist out of his arms and settle, kneeling between his legs, wrapping my mouth around his cock. I lick away bubbles and the seeping fluid from the head, starting at the base and working my way up the full length of the trembling erection.

The salty-sweet taste of pre-cum and the odd taste of the scented bubbles, mix on my tongue as I suck and lap at the soft skin, working up and down with my fingers, squeezing with my mouth and lips.

Hands take me by the hips, and knees behind me part my feet. Quickly glancing back, I see Michael taking his place behind me, his cock probing my swollen pussy lips. Reaching around as he penetrates me, he works my clit with his hands, building up my arousal, sending fire pulsing through my belly and loins.

The cock in my mouth jerks and pulses, hot cream again flooding my mouth, dripping from my lips into the foam.

I am aflame. Free now to concentrate on Michael’s fucking of me, and his rubbing and tweaking of my bud, climax pools within me, building the familiar tension, the pressure, the on-coming release.

Moaning uncontrollably, unable to do anything but revel in the experience, I wallow in my rising orgasm, writhing and twisting under the gaze of the men around me.

A cock pushes at my lips. It is my Master. Instantly I take it, engulfing it as deeply as I am able, moving my head up and down before my Master grasps my head, holding me still, instead thrusting himself deep into my mouth. His flow is already strong, and I know that he is ready to come.

My climax explodes over me. I want to cry out but am gagged by my Master’s shaft. A muffled scream bursts from my throat as my pulsating cunt erupts, sending wave after wave of pleasure through me, rippling through clit and stomach and thighs.

My Master cums, his load filling my mouth and throat, as I try uselessly to scream out. At some level I am aware that Michael is also cumming, his hips and balls banging against me as he fills me with his hot cream.

My Master and Michael both withdraw from me, and finally free to move, I simply remain still on my knees, sagging over the edge of the pool. Strong arms lift me up and sit me on a step, comfortably half immersed in bubbly waters.

I finally regain my breath. “Oh, Guys. That was incredible. Thank you.”

bursts out

“Thank you, she says!”

“Thank you, Charlotte.”

the

opposite me, watching. My Master looks slightly bemused, Michael an odd mixture of pleased and sad. What could make

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check your bank account, you will find it looking a lot healthier again. This evening should have gone a long way towards

to get the significance of what he has just said. “They paid? They paid

Do you think I’d let them at you like that, without your getting something

the enormous fun of it all. “Well, to

something like this every few weeks; visit me and Michael and play our games together, you will easily be able to earn enough to make your ride through college very easy

nothing, but nodding

few weeks?” I try to

once a month? A weekend with us? Michael and I

I nod vigorously. “I came this weekend, didn’t I? And I do so

play games with

it’s nice as a…” I struggle for

choice of phrase. “Very well then. Once a month, you visit us for

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drive me to the train station. My Master kisses me on the cheek and the

“Me too, Master.”

hands curling up into my hair.

steps away, then at the last moment, embraces me tightly and, mouth close by my ear whispers “Come back soon

“I will. I will.”

out and finally, he