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  He drops behind me, ramming inside me hard, pounding me internally as my cunt clenches, and re-clenches around his thick, hard shaft. As my climax fades and I sag, gasping onto my elbows, my Master grunts and gasps, pressing into me, holding my hips so tightly it hurts. Hot cum and my own juices run down my thighs, until with a final breathy heave, my Master flops down atop me, sated.

  After a few moments, he remembers himself and, stroking my arm, murmurs, “Thank you, Charlotte.” before slipping out of me and collapsing onto the fur beside me.

  We lie together for a while, not speaking, but just enjoying being together. In the glow of the fire, we lie, the three of us, in a tumble of arms and legs, until a savoury smell drifts through.

  My Master leaps up. “The casserole!” and he charges, still naked, into the kitchen.

  Michael looks after him quizzically, but standing, he collects two more of the bathrobes from the wet room. As my Master dashes back into the lounge, cock swinging, Michael passes him one of the robes. “Some things are better not loose near flames.” he comments.

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  We sit around the table to eat an excellent boeuf bourguignon, chatting.

  “So why the train station, Charlotte?” asks my Master. “Don’t misunderstand. We’re both very happy to collect you, but…. no car yet?”

  I shrug. “Oh, I’d like one, but I’m trying to be sensible with my money, and a car is something I just can’t afford right now. I’m fine on the train.”

  My Master looks puzzled. “Er, well, I’ve a pretty good idea of how much you earned with your, um, adventures, with us a few weeks ago. I know how much I paid for you, and how much the other guys contributed afterwards. Surely you must have plenty in the bank? You’re not dressing extravagantly, or wearing expensive jewellery. Where’s your money going?”

  I am a little embarrassed. “I know you paid a lot of money for me Master, but of course, the auction house took fifty per cent, and I’ve had to pay out for digs, and tenants deposit, and everything. And that’s before I’ve bought text books and other stuff…”

  Michael’s head has shot around at my words. “Fifty per-cent?” he says incredulously. “After what you did? Selling your own virginity?”

  Now my Master looks embarrassed. “I’m sorry Charlotte. Yes, I did know that when I bid for you, but I’d forgotten. How long do you think your money will last?”

  “Oh, I’ll be fine. I just have to be careful with what I spend.” I bite my lip and look away to hide the lie in my words. I don’t want to let them know that I am worrying about it.

  I don’t think I have fooled my Master. He gives me a long look under lidded eyes, and I look for a way of changing the subject.

  “Where are we going to go tomorrow, Master? Somewhere exciting?”

  Both my Master and Michael are silent for a moment. I know that I have not deceived either of them. They know something is amiss.

  Then my Master speaks. “I thought we might go walking. The countryside around here is beautiful, and there’s a circular trail around the lake.”

  “Oh yes, that would be lovely.”

  “That’s agreed then. I’ll make up some packs, and we can enjoy the Great Outdoors.”

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  The following day, the walk is wonderful. The weather is perfect; bright sun, clear blue skies and a fresh breeze; ideal walking weather. We walk miles along the trail, enjoying glorious views, and feeding bagels to squirrels. By the time we return to the chalet, I am well exercised and weary, longing for a hot soak.

  Stripping off heavy boots, tee-shirts and jeans, we lounge around in bathrobes by the fire, sipping hot coffee and rum.

  “I’d really like to have a soak in that jacuzzi, Master. It looked heavenly.”

  My Master perks up. “Ah, glad you mentioned that. In fact, you took the words out of my mouth. Michael, if you would, please.”

  The two of them lead me through to the wet room where I screech to a halt on the tiles, gaping.

  The jacuzzi is there, steaming and bubbling, and…. occupied.

  I recognise the faces. I have met these men previously in the club my Master took me to on another occasion. Now, here they are, four of them, grinning from out of the foaming water.

  My Master gives me a shove in the small of my back. “Go on, Charlotte. Do your stuff.”

  Snaking an arm around me, he undoes the belt of my robe, then Michael slides it off my shoulders. I stand, stark naked, still staring at the four men in the jacuzzi.

  “Looks like she needs some help, Michael.” says my Master.

  Michael beside me nods, and the two men suddenly scoop me up, Michael at my ankles, my Master by the wrists, and….

  “One, two, three….” They swing me over the jacuzzi and fling me, to drop, squealing and laughing into the middle of the water, among the four men.

  I surface, spluttering, and screaming with laughter, covered in bubbles. As I stand, several pair of hands help to clear my face of hot steaming foam, the foamy water coursing down over my breasts, down my cleavage and over my stomach.

  A foot kicks my legs out from under me, at the same time as a pair of hands pulls me backwards to land on a wet lap. A humongous erection presses against my back.

  Sitting up and stable, I finally find enough breath for some words. “Hi Guys.” I hold up a hand, waving. “Nice to see you all again.”

  “You too, Charlotte.”

  “And you, Charlotte.”

  “Are we playing together again today?”

  The last question brings a grin to my face. “Are we playing? Oh, yes, I think so.” I swivel around to see if my Masters are joining in. Sure enough they are stripping off their robes, and descending into the hot water, chatting.

  “You know Michael; I’d never thought about it before. Did you realise that tits float?”

  “No, I hadn’t, but then I’d not thought about it either.”

  This brings another peal of laughter from me, and I collapse into giggles.

  A pair of hands pulls out my ankles, spreading my legs. Cradled by arms behind me, and resting on lap and erection, a tall, dark man, who I mainly remember for his huge cock, now twitching up against his stomach, works his way between my legs. The man behind me slides one hand down, pausing to play with my coppery curls, before continuing down through my engorging pussy lips, and starting to work my clit.

  Electric fire shooting from my clit brings me back to earth, still grinning hugely, but now beginning to pant. I look up into the eyes of the man standing between my legs and about to fuck me.

  “Just a sec.” says my Master’s voice. And something flies through the air, the man behind me catching it one-handed. A bottle of baby oil. “Rub her well up with that first. Inside and out.”

  He sits on a step, watching, as the hands behind me pour oil into a palm, and then rub down over my clit and pussy lips.

  “Let me help with that.” says the guy already between my legs. His dark skin shows a gorgeous smile and beautiful white teeth as he also takes a handful of the oil. “Lift her up a bit.” he says to the guy behind me. I find myself being lifted, my hips up out of the water by several pairs of hands. OiI is poured over my crotch and curls, running down to my pussy. Hands take turns rubbing it in, fingers penetrate my pussy, oiling me up and sending pulsing waves of lust rippling through me.

  The guy between my legs takes another palmful of oil, and very deliberately, oils his erection. I watch, fascinated, as he approaches me, the long shaft glistening and pulsating as it presses against my entrance. The hands from behind resume their work on my clit.

  “Spread her a bit wider.”

  The two remaining ‘guests’ take me by the knees, lifting my legs up and back, widening the access to my slit. Every man is watching me, looking at my gaping cunt before it is filled.

  I ache to be fucked. Trembling and quivering, I lie back in the arms of the man behind me, eager for the first one to fuck me. My hips
begin to buck in sheer anticipation of what is coming.

  He slides in slowly, stretching me open, widening my passage. With a slow deliberate rhythm, he starts to thrust, holding my gaze all the time. His cock beats time in and out of me. In and out. In and out. I moan and shudder. The oil mixes with the juices of my flowing pussy, and steam from the warm water joins the sweat tricking between my breasts.

  The man behind me tweaks and flicks at my clit, timing the movement to match the thrusting.

  The man spearing me says “I’m not going to come inside you, Girlie. I want to watch you drinking my cum.”

  His words give me a hot gush deep inside my cunt and I nod, parting my lips in invitation. The long, delicious shaft looks too inviting to refuse. He pulls out of me, and one of the men holding my knees takes his place. Michael in his turn, takes the knee, keeping me well spread. The other ‘knee-holder’ is busy working himself with his spare hand.

  Opening wide, to mouth at the cock nudging my lips, I suck greedily at the head. Sliding my tongue into the slit, I take the trickle of fluid seeping out.

  The cock fucking me now is shorter, but fatter, and I can feel the difference as my inner walls expand to accommodate it. Slippery with oil and pussy juices, I take it easily but savour the thickness of the wider shaft now spearing me. Although it is not easy for me, I try to move with his rhythm.

  My own orgasm beginning to build, I tongue the mouthful of cock now streaming over my tongue. The man face-fucking me, grabs me by the back of the head, pinning me as he starts to thrust. I can feel his control slipping and the shuddering at the base of his shaft as he builds to climax. Pinned at mouth and cunt, I cannot move far, but my own body is now shuddering and shaking uncontrollably.

  With a jerk, the cock in my mouth spurts, shooting hot cum over the back of my throat. I manage not to gag, swallowing hard, just in time to hear the guy pumping my pussy grunt. Colour washes over him as, red faced in the heat and steam, he shoots his load into me.

  He is immediately replaced by ‘knee-holder-man’ who already looks as though he is ready to blow. Obviously, working himself and watching me being fucked has taken him a long way along the route to blowing off, because after only perhaps half a minute of pumping me, with a gasp and a heave, he cums and I get another load of cum in my pussy.

  The guy behind me, still with his erection pressing into the small of my back, mutters into my ear. “My turn, Charlotte.”

  I twist out of his arms and settle, kneeling between his legs, wrapping my mouth around his cock. I lick away bubbles and the seeping fluid from the head, starting at the base and working my way up the full length of the trembling erection.

  The salty sweet taste of pre-cum and the odd taste of the scented bubbles, mix on my tongue as I suck and lap at the soft skin, working up and down with my fingers, squeezing with my mouth and lips.

  Hands take me by the hips, and knees behind me part my feet. Quickly glancing back, I see Michael taking his place behind me, his cock probing my swollen pussy lips. Reaching around as he penetrates me, he works my clit with his hands, building up my arousal, sending fire pulsing through my belly and loins.

  The cock in my mouth jerks and pulses, hot cream again flooding my mouth, dripping from my lips into the foam.

  I am aflame. Free now to concentrate on Michael’s fucking of me, and his rubbing and tweaking of my bud, climax pools within me, building the familiar tension, the pressure, the on-coming release.

  Moaning uncontrollably, unable to do anything but revel in the experience, I wallow in my rising orgasm, writhing and twisting under the gaze of the men around me.

  A cock pushes at my lips. It is my Master. Instantly I take it, engulfing it as deeply as I am able, moving my head up and down before my Master grasps my head, holding me still, instead thrusting himself deep into my mouth. His flow is already strong, and I know that he is ready to come.

  My climax explodes over me. I want to cry out, but am gagged by my Master’s shaft. A muffled scream bursts from my throat as my pulsating cunt erupts, sending wave after wave of pleasure through me, rippling through clit and stomach and thighs.

  My Master cums, his load filling my mouth and throat, as I try uselessly to scream out. At some level, I am aware that Michael is also cumming, his hips and balls banging against me as he fills me with his hot cream.

  My Master and Michael both withdraw from me, and finally free to move, I simply remain still on my knees, sagging over the edge of the pool. Strong arms lift me up, and sit me on a step, comfortably half immersed in bubbly waters.

  I finally regain my breath. “Oh, Guys. That was incredible. Thank you.”

  Laughter bursts out in all directions.

  “Thank you, she says!”

  “Thank you, Charlotte.”

  “Any time, Girlie. Say the word and we’ll be here.”

  My Master and Michael simply sit opposite me, watching. My Master looks slightly bemused, Michael, an odd mixture of pleased and sad. What could make him sad?

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  After the party breaks up, my Master pipes up. “Charlotte. if you check your bank account, you will find it looking a lot healthier again. This evening should have gone a long way towards getting you that car.”

  It takes me a moment to get the significance of what he has just said. “They paid? They paid to see me again?”

  “Of course they paid. Do you think I’d let them at you like that, without your getting something out of it?”

  I reflect on the crashing orgasm I had in the jacuzzi and the enormous fun of it all. “Well, to be honest, I got quite a lot out of it anyway.”

  “Good! Even better. But seriously, Charlotte, if you are willing - if you want to do something like this every few weeks; visit me and Michael and play our games together, you will easily be able to earn enough to make your ride through college very easy indeed.”

  Michael is saying nothing, but nodding thoughtfully.

  “Every few weeks?” I try to clarify what is meant.

  “Say once a month? A weekend with us? Michael and I love your company.” He hesitates. “I think you enjoy ours?”

  “Oh yes!” I nod vigorously. “I came this weekend, didn’t I? And I do so want to see you both again.”

  “And play games with the other men?”

  “Yes. Not all the time of course, but it’s nice as a….” I struggle for the words. “.… As a.... treat.”

  Both men laugh at my choice of phrase. “Very well then. Once a month, you visit us for company and treats.”

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  Later, my Master and Michael drive me to the train station. My Master kisses me on the cheek and the forehead, hugging me around the shoulders. “See you in a few weeks. I’ll look forward to it.”

  “Me too, Master.”

  Michael holds me tight, kissing me on the lips. He holds the kiss, his hands curling up into my hair. As he releases me, he looks first down and then into my face. “See you soon, Charlotte.”

  He almost steps away, then at the last moment, embraces me tightly and, mouth close by my ear whispers “Come back to us soon, Charlotte.”

  “I will. I will.”

  His embrace stretches out and finally he whispers, “I love you, Charlotte.”

  My heart drops. I am very fond of Michael, but….

  I sense the disappointment, when I do not reply the way he hopes. His body sags a little, but as he pulls away, he is smiling. Are his eyes glossy?

  “Bye, Guys. See you in a few weeks.” I wave, turn and walk into the station.

  Part Seven

  The Virgin’s Christmas

  The car pulls up at the station, a station-wagon, my Master smiling from the driver’s seat and Michael waving enthusiastically.

  I have not been waiting long, but it seems like ages. I have been looking forward to this Christmas meeting. It is after all our first Christmas together, and although I can only fit in a single night, between visiting other f
amily and friends, I want it to be special for all of us.

  Without a clue, as to what to buy either of them as a present, I have decided to make myself the gift and have dressed with this in mind.

  Having red hair, it is not easy to wear red in my clothes, so I am wearing a bright green skirt and top, set off with red accessories; bracelets, belt and shoes. A matching green cape trimmed with fur leaves me feeling particularly Christmassy. I do not have to be modest. I know that I look striking as I stand waiting outside the station.