CHAPTER 31: The Virgin’s Christmas, Part 3
My Master plunges deep into me and with a gasp, I release the breath I’d not known I was holding. The sound of my own blood rushing in my ears, I wail in time to his thrusting, to the rapturous pain of his penetration of me.
Michael works my clit to the rhythm of my Master’s thrusting, with each thrust, tweaking my bud hard enough to match the incandescent pain of my Master’s fucking. The pain shoots through my core, and juices flow freely over my thighs, coating his hand.
With a grunt and a gasp, my Master comes into me, grinding his hips against mine as he pumps and shudders his release. He almost growls his climax, the sound of it vibrating through me.
He does not withdraw. His softening shaft still inside me, instead he wraps his arms around me, reaching to lift my leg further, supporting me, splayed open for Michael. Completely pliable now, utterly placid, I simply let it happen. My two lovers may do what they will with me. I am theirs completely.
But within, the pain still shimmering through me from my Master’s work, consumes me. I want to be fucked again, now by Michael.
With the easy access given him by my Master, Michael plunges two fingers deep into my sodden cunt, pushing hard inside, reaching forward and scraping over my g-spot. His other hand continues its ravishment of my tortured clit. I want to purr, gasp and scream all at the same time. What comes out is a kind of spluttered yell as waves of electric pleasure ripple through me, in an excruciating climb to orgasm.
With a savage convulsion, I come and as climax surges through me, I feel the heat of my pussy flooding, scalding juices washing over my thighs as my cunt and belly throb and pulse. Almost before it dies away, Michael is inside me, his exquisite cock spearing me deep and hard, stopping only as it strikes my inner walls. Again and again, he impales me, slamming in hard enough to hurt, but my still simmering orgasm takes the pain and gives me only desire, a sheer lust for more of this. I want only to be fucked, impaled over and again until this man has fulfilled his need inside me.
Vice-like, my cunt clenches and clutches around him until, with a hoarse cry, he presses deep into me, hips quivering and jerking, muscled thighs taut against me. I can hear his hammering heartbeat, even over the howl of the blizzard outside.
As he relaxes and draws back, my Master also withdraws his now flaccid cock, releases my straining leg, and I ease aching hips back into line. Michael kisses me, then lying limply against me, falls almost immediately asleep.
My Master whispers from behind, close by my ear. “Are you alright Charlotte?”
“Yes, Master. I am always alright with you.”
I wake to air crisp, and bitingly cold, still layered between my two lovers. The windows are completely frosted over and, when I scrape at the frost with a fingernail, I realise that they are still white on the outside. For a moment, I panic. Are we buried under the snow? But then I recover myself. Brilliant morning sunshine shines whitely through. It is no more than a covering.
Sure enough, when Michael tries to open a door, we discover that the car, whilst half-buried in snow, is by no means inescapable. Brushing frozen snowy chunks away, from where they drop down inside, he peers through the small gap of the semi-open door then snaps back around to me. “Get your clothes on Charlotte. There’s a snowplough and people out there.”
My ‘clothes’ do not take too much getting back on. The only thing I removed in the night was my panties. Finding them is more of an issue in the tumble of our bedding. Nonetheless, in the confined space I locate them, then struggle them on, as a voice shouts out “Hey there. You folks okay?”
My Master makes a quick check of my state of dress and then winds down a window, more flurries of snow trickling over the edge as he does so. Sticking his head out he yells back. “Hi there. Yes, we’re fine. We could just use a little help to get out.”
Back at the railway station, my Master bends to kiss me on the top of the head. “See you soon I hope Charlotte. Sorry it didn’t work out this time.”
“It wasn’t your fault, Master. And yes, of course you will see me soon.”
I turn to Michael, who looks as though he is about to burst into tears. “You too Michael. I’ll look forward to seeing you again soon.”
“Soon,” he says. “Yes, soon.” And wrapping his arms around me, he kisses me full on the mouth, only reluctantly breaking away, as my Master taps him on the shoulder.
“She has a train to catch, Michael,” he says softly.
Brimming with a surge of affection for my golden-haired angel “No Master, it’s alright. I have a few minutes.”
Stroking my fingers over his lips “Yes Michael. Soon. I promise. I need to visit my family now, but in the New Year perhaps? Before I go back to college?”
He brightens visibly and looks over at my Master. “New Year?”
“Perfect!” he replies. “We’ll see you in a couple of weeks then, Charlotte.”
Turning to go to the station, I smile, reflecting that it looks as though it will be a good Christmas and a very Happy New Year.