CHAPTER 64: The Virgin’s Summer, Part 4
Of course, there’s more than one way to skin a cat...
I can’t do much. Semi-floating against Michael, I have no purchase on anything to be able to move. Then I realise that the pool is not so deep here. Michael is sitting on a step and my Master can stand up out of the water. And I float between them.
My Master kneels between my legs, nudging himself under my knees so that my legs rest over his shoulders. I well know that this is one of his favourite positions, and now the weight of my legs is largely removed, making it more comfortable for him.
He kneels upright, both hands palms down, on the flat of my stomach, caressing and massaging me. The sun is bright and hot, the air warm, and the water almost at body temperature.
My Master looks at me, his eyes soft. “Later,” he says, “I’m going to have you strung up from that bed, so your feet barely touch the floor, and fuck you senseless while you hang there, but for now, you can have this...”
Parting my pussy lips with his fingers, he dips his face between my thighs, his warm tongue contrasting against the coolth of the lapping water. In one long slow stroke, he licks me from pussy to clit.
And fire bursts through me…
I writhe and moan. Michael’s grip on me increases, and he whispers close to my ear, “Next time, that will be me.” And then he settles to nibbling at my ear. With the arm he has supporting me, he reaches to a nipple, tweaking and squeezing. Each time he flicks, a sharp Zing! of pleasure goes frolicking down to my cunt, making my hips twitch.
“Stay still, Woman!” says my Master. “How am supposed to drink pussy cocktail with you thrashing about like that?”
“Sorry, Master.”
I giggle, but my hips are jerking and jumping all out of my own control. The warmth of my Master’s breath, the heat of his mouth on me, contrast starkly with the cool water lapping at my entrance, sending alternating waves of temperature washing against my liquid core. Feeling chilled and fired alternately, the contrasting sensations are playing havoc with my pulsating pussy. I know that my pussy juices are flowing freely, and yet, I am cool over my pussy lips and clit. My nipples, on the other hand, are like little rocks.
And Michael is, all the time, and continuously, whispering in my ear. “When he has you hanging from that bed, while he mouths you, and fucks you from the front, I’m going to have you from the back. It’ll work. I can just see it. Him with his tongue up your cunt, while I have my cock up your ass. We’ll fuck you between us, ‘til you don’t know if you’re cumming or going...”
My hips buck, and my Master looks up from his position, face cleaning out my pussy, to see what triggered it. Seeing Michael, murmuring into my ear, he smiles.
I swear my pussy can feel him smile… his mouth widening over me, teeth nibbling at my bud as I swell and liquefy...
Michael continues his verbal assault on my libido, murmuring close by my face. “And when he’s done with you there, you’re going to be on your hands and knees for me, and I’m not sure yet which part of you is getting my cock...”
It is too much. My pussy clenches, spasming into an orgasm which ripples up through me. My Master plunges his tongue deeply inside me, licking into my pulsating muscles, sending them into convulsions. Michael supports me still as I, moaning with each wave that pulses through me, strain back against him, pinching my nipple to the same pulse-beat rhythm as my climax.
Barely has it faded, when my Master stands, plunging his erection into me…
… Wrapping my legs around my Master’s hips, I draw him into me, and he thrusts deep into my still quivering core. In the heat of my body, he grows harder. I feel him swell and stiffen as he pounds into me, before, with a shudder, he cums, grinding into me, hips pressed hard against me.
Moving like trained dancers, he and Michael change places, Michael throwing me forward into my Master’s arms, who twists me around, presenting me for Michael to fuck.
And now, Michael spears me, again his shaft hardening in my heated passage. As I look up at him, his golden hair sunshine bright, his deep blue eyes intense, he gazes down, winking at me as he fucks me hard.
Gasping, he cums too. Eyes squeezed shut, teeth gritted, he pumps his load into me before, with a gasp, he pulls out of me and sinks down into the water.
“What a way to holiday!” he laughs. “Ah God, that was good.”
This wonderful place has a timeless quality. One day following the next, full of blue skies, the sound of the sea and a feeling that this summer will last forever.
Long walks by the water, both separately and together, a chance to catch up on books I have wanted to read, and the time to simply be with my two Lovers.
How perfect can life be?
My skin has had enough sun, too much really; it’s time to cover up. Bikini-clad, I wander into the bedroom, looking for my robe.
Michael is there, staring out to sea through the enormous picture window.
“It’s a stunning view, isn’t it?”
He turns. “It is, yes.”
He looks sad, upset. “Michael. Are you alright?”
He shrugs. “Just thinking.”
“Can I help? Is there something I can do?”
“No, I don’t think there is, Charlotte. It’s not your fault.”
My fault?
“Michael, have I done something to upset you?”
He shakes his head, looking down, not speaking. Not looking at me.
“Michael, what is it? What have I done? Tell me what it is that you want from me.”
“Do you love me, Charlotte?”
“Of course, I do. Surely you know that now?”
“The way you love James?”
He is looking increasingly upset. And it is rubbing off.
“I do love you. Please believe me. I do. You were always amazing to me. Right from the very first day we met. You were so kind and so gentle. I’ve never forgotten how it was that week.”
“Yes, kind and gentle. The day we first met Charlotte, James had bought you the day before, taken your virginity. Right then, you needed kind and gentle, but you have come a long way since then, and ‘kind and gentle’ isn’t what presses your buttons is it? Not all of them anyway.”
“I don’t understand you, Michael. What are you asking me? What is it that you want?”