Buying The Virgin Part 1-3 novel Chapter 13

Michael thrusts, piston-like, into me for only perhaps a minute, then withdraws, slapping me on the rump as he does so. “I’m not finishing in you so early, Charlotte. And anyway, I want to see you drink my cum. Someone else can fuck you now.”

Almost immediately, hands fumble at me, pulling apart my butt cheeks, further exposing my throbbing vulva. “Now then Little Girl. Let’s see how you handle a really big one.” And a huge cock pushes its way inside me. The voice continues. “Lots of girls can’t take me. But I bet you can. That pussy of yours is just dripping.”

Through the gag of my Master, I gasp as the shaft entering me squeezes and pushes its way inside, stretching me wide, filling me completely. It feels amazing and I push my ass back onto the cock’s owner.

“Oh yes, very nice. My compliments little girl. A very fuckable cunt you’ve got there.”

He starts to pump me slowly, making squelching noises as he pulls in and out. “Yes, a nice tight fit, but comfortable for a man.” His fingers run over my butt-hole. “I suppose you know that your Masters wouldn’t let us play in the backyard? What a shame. I’ll have to settle for making you yell this way.” And with that he changes gear, pounding into me, his balls banging against my thighs as he pistons inside.

I want to scream, not in pain, but through sheer overstimulation. My experience of sex has been limited thus far to only Michael and my Master, but I know that this man is huge. Even his hands feel huge as he grips my thighs, huffing and puffing as he fucks me, plunging full depth into my overheated core.

His breath grows laboured, ragged; and his hips quiver as he pounds me. Abruptly, he falls silent, grinding hard into me, trembling and jerking. After a moment, he bends down over my back, speaking close to my face. “Lovely, little girl. I might manage another one before the evening’s out, but if I don’t, it was well worth every penny. Good luck with that college of yours.” He pulls out of me with a sucking noise, to be immediately replaced by another man.

This one is silent, save for some quiet grunts. Much smaller than the last guy, I can barely feel anything by comparison. Holding me by the hips, over a couple of minutes, he simply fucks me and shoots his load. I want more than this.

As he pulls out of me, there is a murmuring in the background, muttering.

“I want to straddle her face, jerk off into her mouth. And I want to see her looking at me.”

“Yeah, I want to face fuck her too. I’m paying for this. I want my money’s worth.”

My Master’s voice: “Take it easy with her, gentlemen. You’ll all get your turn.”

I am lifted, still handcuffed, but the blindfold is ripped away. Blinking a little, my vision bleary, I can see…a dozen men, including my Master and Michael. Although a couple are sitting back - the ones who just fucked me already? - all are naked and most have quivering erections.

I am laid on a…not exactly a bed…more a padded platform, set at about waist height. Laid on my back, my arms are pulled back over my head, and my body pulled forward so that my hips just overhang the end of the platform.

“Okay, who’s next for the head end? Who wants the tail?”

A guy spreads my knees, standing between my legs, cock atremble as he probes my entrance. My legs hanging loose in the air, although I want to help, to position myself, I cannot arrange myself to take him. “Lift her legs guys. Hold her up. I’ll return the favour in a few minutes.”

One man takes my left leg, another my right. Lifting me at the ankles, my legs are raised, bent at the knees and spread, my pussy fully exposed, stretched open. My legs supported, I can move. Arching my back, lifting my hips, I present myself for fucking.