Buying the Virgin novel Chapter 8

The two men change positions, Michael moving in behind me, settling between my legs and pushing inside me. He pumps me, but slowly and gently. “Feel that Charlotte?” asks my Master, as he positions his cock in front of my face. “That’s Michael fucking you up the cunt. I know his habits; he won’t let himself cum until he’s watched me shoot into your mouth. How do you feel about that?” As he says this, my heated pussy convulses and floods, and I jerk in response, Michael’s grip on my hips keeping me steady, but his rhythm never faltering as he slowly thrusts into me: in and out, in and out.

“I’m not sure Master,” I gasp.

“Now you know that’s not true, Charlotte. We both saw how you just reacted. You might be a late starter, but you’re as turned-on as we are by this. You’re not a virgin now. You can release your inner whore, and enjoy being fucked by two guys at once.”

And with that, he twists his hands into my hair, moving my head, my mouth, inexorably to his shuddering cock. “Lick me clean.” And he moves my face against him, sliding my mouth over his erection.

I lick the glistening shaft, for the first time tasting myself on another. The tanginess of my own juices surprises me, as I draw long, lingering strokes with my tongue from base to trembling tip. The sharp, almost lemony, flavour, contrasts with a bitter-sweet taste as I suck at the dewdrop which continually forms and reforms at the peak, sliding my tongue into the small slit then whirling the tip around the firmly bulbous head. My Master sighs and relaxes his grip on me a little. “That’s it, girl. Keep going.” His breathing is becoming unsteady and rapid, his thighs beginning to tremble. Behind me, I can hear Michael groaning and gasping. His thrusting is still steady and even, but there is a suggestion of shaking as his legs and balls bang into the tops of my thighs.

My Master suddenly heaves and his grip on my hair tightens. His voice broken, he gasps, “Open your mouth wide.” Barely are my lips open, as he rams his cock between them. Fingers twisting into my hair, he pins my face, rocking my head backwards and forwards in time with his thrusting, his quivering shaft filling me, forcing my mouth wide.

Choking and spluttering, I do my best to accommodate the huge cock pumping me, a now steady stream of pre-cum drizzling down my throat. Behind me, Michael is pumping harder, banging into me inside. Pinned at both ends by hands holding my hips and hair, all I can do is squirm between them, helpless, but, I admit to myself, loving it.

The cock in my mouth jerks and heaves at me. My hair is pulled tight, to the point of pain, when, with a sharp exhalation from above, hot cum shoots into my mouth, flooding in. I suck and lick as best I can, but I am speared by the face and all but unable to move. The pulsing shaft twitches and throbs as it delivers its load over my tongue, before relaxing and withdrawing.

As my Master pulls out, he lifts up my face by the chin. “Turn to the mirror,” he says. “Look at Michael.”

Obediently, cum trickling from my lips and down my face, I look at myself in the mirror, on my hands and knees, and Michael, fucking me from behind.

“Are you going to swallow?” Again, I am not sure who speaks, but I gulp down the warm, creamy, mouthful, licking my lips clean of the spatters and drips. Volcanically aroused, I revel in this new experience.

Still deep inside me, and now visibly trembling, Michael watches me, pupils wide and dark. “Like it?” he asks.

I nod and he grins. “Want some more?”

I nod again.

“James. Would you mind?” and he pulls out of my sodden pussy, his cock almost vibrating. “Quickly now. I can’t hold on long.”

The two men switch places again. “Charlotte. On your back now,” orders my Master, and, as I start to turn over, together they flip me onto my back. My Master spreads my knees and Michael pushes his cock, dripping with my pussy juices, into my, now all too willing, mouth.

Wrapping eager lips around him, I tongue and suck at him, ever more excited. My Master is finger-fucking and clit-sucking me. Horny beyond words, almost mindless with lust, I writhe and moan, glancing sideways when I am able, to watch myself in the mirrors, sucking off and being sucked.

Michael bucks and shoots, and now I swallow again, as he pulses hot cum into my mouth. At the last moment, he pulls out, aiming his cock with its last pulsating spurt over my face.

It is the last straw, and with my face dripping, my Master licking and flicking my clit, pumping my cunt with his hand, explosively, I cum again, pulsating ripples echoing through my thighs and cunt and belly.

At the last moment, it is too much and I scream. “Stop. Stop. Please stop.”

My Master backs off, slipping his fingers out of me, simply stroking the soft skin of my stomach. Michael is caressing my face, stroking my hair as, eyes closed tight, I descend from my mind-blowing orgasm.