CHAPTER 36: The Virgin’s Valentines, Part 5

“… you are enjoying yourself?”

“Oh yes, Master. In fact...”

“Yes?”

“Perhaps on the bed? For what Borje has in mind?”

Before my Master can speak, with a thick sucking noise, Daniel pulls out of me from behind, and, standing, grabs me under the arms, lifts me up and drops me on the bed.

“Excellent idea Charlotte,” he says, then lying down, stretches out full length, inviting me, with a wave of his hand, to climb on board. “Straddle me, Charlotte.”

His cock is a monster. I can’t believe it was just inside me, but as he lies there, with the huge shaft pulsing to his heartbeat, I climb over him and, positioning myself carefully, ease the tip through my stretching entrance.

Oh God, that feels good.

He reaches up, feeling at my breasts, massaging and stroking.

Borje climbs on the bed behind me and, with a palm flat to my back, pushes me forward, bending me to expose my tight asshole.

“Nice ass, Charlotte. I quite like ‘em pinker though.” And he slaps me, hard across one cheek.

I yelp, and my pussy clenches. Daniel grunts and his head tilts back, eyes squeezing closed. “Borje, was it? For me, you can do that again.”

Borje slaps my other butt-cheek, and again my pussy convulses around Daniel’s cock.

Borje snakes an arm around my front and dips fingers between my sopping loins, coating them with my juices, then slips a single finger inside me at the back, circling and stretching, opening my passage.

Michael is now on the bed too, his twitching cock level with my face, but he watches, with my Master, as Borje works to open me up.

“How wide do you open, Charlotte?” he asks. “Let’s find out.” And with that, first dipping himself in my folds again, he inserts a second finger, twisting and revolving, stretching and plying.

My breath is shaky, my heart beating hard and fast. With Daniel already inside me, his cock is pulsing, vibrating, through my belly.

Again, looking to one side, I see myself in the glimmering candlelight, straddled across Daniel, his sable against my Celtic pale skin. Borje behind me, his silver hair reflecting pale gold in the gleam of the candles, and Michael before me, ready for me to take his hard, thick shaft and suckle on it until he climaxes over my tongue, flooding me.

But there is someone missing.

“What about you Master?” I ask. “What do you want?”

He leans against the wall, watching under hooded lids, looking almost, disinterested. But I know him too well for that.

“Oh, don’t worry about me, Charlotte,” he replies, laconically. “I’m very happy to watch my friends here get you ready for me. In a few minutes, I’m going to spread your legs and you’re going to come, while I drink from your pretty, abused little pussy.”

My inner muscles twitch at his words and a frisson runs through me. My Master, seeing me react, and with eyes smiling, leans back against the wall, arms folded, to watch.

From below me, Daniel says “Don’t try to move, Charlotte. It wouldn’t work. Stay put. We’ll do the work.”

Good advice.

I ready myself. With Daniel already deep inside me, Michael nudges at my lips, then slowly slides in. His hands cupped around my chin he starts to thrust to a slow, steady tempo.

My mouth gagged, I cannot speak as, behind me, Borje pushes inwardly, past my ring of muscle, testing me. Once, twice, thrice, widening me, opening me further with each entry. As he penetrates me, the delicious sensation of being filled, of having every option taken, sends my heartbeat spiralling.

So far as I am able, tethered as I now am at all points, I try to accommodate Michael. His cock, sleek and warm and pungent, tasting of sex and desire, fills my mouth, reaching almost to my throat. But always he withdraws before I might gag. He thrusts, withdraws, thrusts, withdraws. Each time he exits completely. I can swallow and breath, and then I reach to take him in again. Each time, I relax my lips to allow easy entry, tighten them as he withdraws.

He releases his hold of my face, stretching up, hands clasped behind his head as his loins continue their steady rhythm.

Borje and Daniel are beginning to pump me, from behind and below. They work together, in a rhythm, thrusting in turn, one penetrating as the other withdraws. As I rock back and forth under them, I shudder and quake, blood pounding and singing in my ears. My breasts swinging, my hips and shoulders rocked by the two men fucking me behind, it is magical, and I would howl the glory of it, were it not for my mouthful of Michael’s cock.

I feel, then see, Michael start to shudder. Despite being on all fours, I raise a hand to massage the root of his cock, pressing in with my fingers to increase the pressure for him. His flesh pulses in my hand and his balls are hot and tight. Through palm and mouth, I feel his building tension until, with a groan, he comes. His cock throbs into me, and hot cum streams into my mouth. I suck and lap and swallow for as long as he continues, before, with a gasp, he pulls free from me, to stand, still quivering, next to my Master.

Immediately, Daniel, from below me says “Hey, my turn. Let me out.”

Pulling once more out of my pussy, he slides out from under me, scrambling to his knees. “No offence Charlotte. You feel great inside, but I really want to face-fuck you.”

My pussy abandoned, Daniel shoves his cock to my face. Close-up, it is humongous, easily as long as I had imagined, and wide too. Fat almost.

He actually looks embarrassed. “I know,” he says. “Don’t worry. I’ll take it easy.” And he offers the monstrous, glistening cock to me.

“Lick me, Charlotte,” says Daniel. “Lick me clean.”

I slide my tongue up his full length. From balls to head, I lick and suck my way. He seems to enjoy the noises, so I make a show of slurping and gulping loudly, as I clean away my pussy juices and the thin stream flowing from the slit.