CHAPTER 72: The Virgin’s Summer, Part 12
What woman could ask for more?
Breathe deeply...
Making my way back to the lounge, I smile, feeling sheepish. “Um, sorry, just a bit overwhelmed there…”
Then I stop, at the expressions on their faces...
What are they planning?
They’ve had a good five minutes to talk alone...
“I think…” says my Master, his hand on the small of my back, prompting me towards the door, “… that a celebration is in order…”
Michael says nothing, but the look in his eyes is beyond words. The two each take one of my hands, leading me up the stairs.
In the bedroom, my Master drops back, allowing Michael to stand more closely to me. Michael takes my hand, lifting it, looking, just looking, at the rings. My fingers held in his, his thumb plays with the twinned bands, before once more looking into my face. Lifting my hand, he kisses my fingers, then lets my hand fall away.
Stroking my hair, his breathing is deep and slow, heavy. His face rests by mine, propped a little on my shoulder, as his hands wander my silhouette; the fullness of my breasts, the slight curve of my belly, the sweep of hip into waist before, pulling me in close, he wraps his mouth around mine.
His voice is muffled as he says “James?”
Instantly, my Master is behind me, his tall, lean frame pressing against mine. At thigh level, there is the pressure of both his erection and Michael’s, hard against my flesh, and through my chest and back, twin heartbeats pound with mine, my body vibrating in resonance.
The aroma of my Lovers washing over me...
My Master... My Husband-to-Be...
... my shuddering breathing draws in their scent: heady, intoxicating, musky… pine… spicy… male...
Michael turns me, his shoulders on mine, guiding me downwards.
“On your knees for your Master, Charlotte.”
I drop, my face level with my Master’s bulging cock. I kiss him, through his clothes, but he is unbuttoning his shirt, unbelting his jeans and stepping out of them. Behind me, Michael is also undressing.
My Master, his fingers stroking my hair, presses himself lightly against my lips. A droplet forms at the tip, and reforms as I kiss it away, coating my lips with his pre-cum.
He nudges into my mouth and I suck at the head, swiping with my tongue around the ridge, and loving the tremble and pulse between my lips. Behind me, Michael’s shaft presses hard against my shoulder blades and the quivering excitement of his body trembles through me. Pulling free of my Master’s cock for a moment, I twist, trying to reach Michael, to reach both my Lovers...
... My Master... My Husband-to-Be...
Michael moves, to stand before me, so now, both my Lovers are presenting me with their erections. Together, they push at my parted lips, and I spare a moment to wonder how easy they are with each other, being quite this close and ‘intimate’.
But, rolling my eyes upwards, there is no sign of discomfort between them. Both are smiling down at me. I think the two are good enough friends, and ‘comfortable enough in their skin’ for it not to be an issue.
In any case, I have two cocks in front of me, both throbbing and glistening, ready for me.
How do I do this?
Reaching between Michael’s legs, with one hand, I caress and massage him, pressing on the root of his shaft, cupping his balls. With the other hand, I guide my Master’s cock into my mouth, licking and sucking at the trickling stream of pre-cum.
A minute later, I change, wrapping my lips around Michael’s erection, swiping my tongue over the ridge, working the shaft with one hand. With my other hand, I stroke and knead at my Master, feeling his sac crinkle and harden, and the pulsing of his cock under the pressure of my fingers.
“Clever girl,” murmurs Michael, before sighing, he stares upwards.
My Master stoops, reaching for my tee-shirt, pulling it up and over my head. Michael follows suit, undoing my bra, releasing my breasts to swing free. The pair pull me upright, before, swinging me around, my Master clasps me from behind, holding me around my now naked torso, pulling me backwards, off my feet, so that I end up supported by his body as he sits on the bed edge. Cupping a breast, he kisses my neck, mouthing softly at the beating pulse there. Michael kneels between my legs, undoing my belt, tugging away my jeans and panties, leaving me naked.
Holding me in his arms, my Master strokes my belly and breasts, his breath warm around my neck where still, he skims his lips across my skin, nibbling at me. Michael dips his face to my thighs, kissing foxy curls, then laving my clit in the heat of his mouth. Swinging my legs over his shoulders, so that my bare feet are supported on his back, he glances up into my eyes, licking at my pussy lips, working his tongue between, and into my folds.
Shuddering and whimpering, supported by my Master, aroused by my Lover, I arch and writhe. Michael parts my pussy lips with his fingers, penetrating me with his tongue. My Master slides down to my clit with one hand, the other tweaking and pinching at a nipple.
Arousal sparkling through me, from my puckering nipples to my hardening clit, my core wells and melts as Michael laps at my flowing juices.
And then, again I see the eye contact between them, Michael looking briefly up, past my shoulder. He pulls away from me, swinging my feet back to the floor. Abruptly, I am pushed upwards by my Master, as he heaves me upright. Both men standing free of me, Michael, palm flat against my chest, simply pushes me backwards. Losing my balance, I fall back onto the bed, and Michael climbing me, straddling my chest, feeds me his trembling shaft. Huge now, and firm, red-purple, and scented delicately with Michael’s sweet aroma, it pushes at my lips, seeking access.
I cannot see what is happening beyond, but my knees are parted and raised as my Master settles between my thighs, his face pressed into my liquid sex.
I try to take the cock in front of me in my hands, but Michael seizes my wrists, raising my arms over my head, pressing them down on the bed. “Don’t move from that position,” he instructs. He sounds stern, but his eyes are twinkling.
“Tighten your lips.”
I wrap my lips around my teeth, and Michael pushes himself between, using my mouth to pleasure himself. The ridge of his cockhead squeezes past my lips and back again, in and out again, and all the time, he is flowing more heavily, a steady trickle of briny pre-cum, which gradually settles to my throat.