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  His fingers slip back the hood of my clit and work my aching nub, making my hips buck involuntarily. In my blind-folded darkness, everything I feel is more intense, more focused. I really, really want some cock inside me.

  “C’mon guys.” calls a voice. “She’s aching for it. Look at her. Someone give the girl a good fucking.”

  “Not just someone. Everyone.” says another voice. “We all want our turn. And I’m not sure how much longer I can hang on.”

  At that Michael pulls back from me, mouth sucking and pulling at my labia as he leaves. After a moment, his cock teases at my entrance and he speaks again, this time deliberately loud, so everyone can hear. “God! Charlotte, you’re sopping. I don’t think you need any easing in do you? You’re as ready as you could be.” And with that he plunges hard into me.

  Deep inside me he thrusts, stopping only as he meets my inner walls. It doesn’t hurt at all, so engorged and slippery am I. Heat surges through me, and, through the mouthful of my Master’s cock, I try to yell.

  Michael thrusts, piston-like, into me for only perhaps a minute, then withdraws, slapping me on the rump as he does so. “I’m not finishing in you so early Charlotte. And anyway, I want to see you drink my cum. Someone else can fuck you now.”

  Almost immediately, hands fumble at me, pulling apart my butt cheeks, further exposing my throbbing vulva. “Now then little girl. Let’s see how you handle a really big one.” And a huge cock pushes it’s way inside me. The voice continues. “Lots of girls can’t take me. But I bet you can. That pussy of yours is just dripping.”

  Through the gag of my Master, I gasp as the shaft entering me squeezes and pushes its way inside, stretching me wide, filling me completely. It feels amazing and I push my ass backwards onto the cock’s owner.

  “Oh yes, very nice. My compliments little girl. A very fuckable cunt you’ve got there.”

  He starts to pump me slowly, making squelching noises as he pulls in and out.” Yes, a nice tight fit, but comfortable for a man.” His fingers run over my butt-hole. “I suppose you know that your Masters wouldn’t let us play in the back yard? What a shame. I’ll have to settle for making you yell this way.” And with that he changes gear, pounding into me, his balls banging against my thighs as he pistons inside.

  I want to scream, not in pain, but through sheer over-stimulation. My experience of sex has been limited thus far to only Michael and my Master, but I know that this man is huge. Even his hands feel huge as he grips my thighs, huffing and puffing as he fucks me, plunging full depth into my over-heated core.

  His breath grows laboured, ragged; and his hips quiver as he pounds me. Abruptly, he falls silent, grinding hard into me, trembling and jerking. After a moment, he bends down over my back, speaking close to my face. “Lovely, little girl. I might manage another one before the evening’s out, but if I don’t, it was well worth every penny. Good luck with that college of yours.” He pulls out of me with a sucking noise, to be immediately replaced by another man.

  This one is silent, save for some quiet grunts. Much smaller than the last guy, I can barely feel anything by comparison. Holding me by the hips, over a couple of minutes, he simply fucks me, and shoots his load. I want more than this.

  As he pulls out of me, there is a murmuring in the background, muttering.

  “I want to straddle her face, jerk off into her mouth. And I want to see her looking at me.”

  “Yeah, I want to face-fuck her too. I’m paying for this. I want my money’s worth.”

  My Master’s voice. “Take it easy with her Gentlemen. You’ll all get your turn.”

  I am lifted, still handcuffed, but the blindfold is ripped away. Blinking a little, my vision bleary, I can see…. a dozen men, including my Master and Michael. Although a couple are sitting back - the ones who just fucked me already? - all are naked and most have quivering erections.

  I am laid on a, not exactly a bed, more a padded platform, set at about waist height. Laid on my back, my arms are pulled back over my head, and my body pulled forward so that my hips just overhang the end of the platform.

  “Okay, who’s next for the head end? Who’s wants the tail?”

  A guy spreads my knees, standing between my legs, cock a-tremble as he probes my entrance. My legs hanging loose in the air, although I want to help, to position myself, I cannot arrange myself to take him. “Lift her legs guys. Hold her up. I’ll return the favour in a few minutes.”

  One man takes my left leg, another my right. Lifting me at the ankles, my legs are raised, bent at the knees and spread, my pussy fully exposed, stretched open. My legs supported, I can move. Arching my back, lifting my hips, I present myself for fucking.

  The man between my legs, stands back, peering into me. “Gorgeous.” he says, and pokes a finger inside me, twiddling it around in circles, pressing his thumb against my clit.

  I squeal and wriggle and he grins. “Oh, you’re good for plenty more aren’t you? Tell you what. I don’t think you’ve cum yet have you? Let’s sort that out before I have my own.”

  He shoves a couple of fingers inside me, probing at my wet cunt, thumb pressing against my clit, rubbing it back and forth. Sharp darts of arousal spear up through my belly and I absolutely cannot control myself. Jerking and bucking, I yell and scream and laugh.

  The man pulls out again, then glances both ways. “Hold her lads. Stretch her open wide. Let’s all get a good view. Have we any pillows?”

  A cushion is shoved under my hips, my legs pulled back and open again, swinging my knees almost over my head. The guy between my legs grins widely, producing a vibe from God-knows-where. “Ready Girlie? I’m really gonna make you scream.” He glances around. “You know why we use this place?”

  For the first time since losing the blindfold, I look around properly, taking in my surroundings. We are in some kind of old stone cellar or basement, really old, with arches and vaulted ceilings.

  “This is the old underground wine cellars of the building. Really solid. Scream all you like. No-one’s gonna hear you.”

  A frisson of fear runs through me at this and I look around for my Master. He meets my eyes, smiling and shaking his head slightly. Nothing to be scared of, just excited by.

  Barely do I have time to register this when there is a buzzing and the vibe kisses my pussy lips, sending eruptions through me. I jerk and convulse. I am beyond yelling, instead making a kind of moaning wail. The vibe is pulled away again.

  The buzzing lessens as the guy fiddles with the vibe. “I’m turning the power down. Let’s stretch it out a bit shall we. Don’t want you popping your cork too quickly.”

  The group of men have gathered around me. Some have stationed themselves for a view between my spread legs. Two are close by my face, rubbing their cocks, one letting pre-cum drip over my face and into my mouth, the other sliding his glistening shaft over my lips. I lick upwards greedily, not wanting to waste any of this wonderful fluid, then spasm into life as the vibe slides over my pussy lips again.

  This time the power is lower and I can control myself more easily. However, as the vibe slips skilfully round and over my clit, then down lower to my pussy, and back again, I squeal and shout as I try to escape-embrace the flood-tide of arousal carrying me away. Trying to thrash, I am pinned down by hands at the shoulders and hips, my legs held open wide, spread at the knees.

  The guy with the vibe is watching intently, his gaze hovering between my pulsating pussy and my eyes. With two splayed fingers of one hand, he stretches back the hood of my clit, exposed the hard, wet nub and, very glancingly, slides the vibe over the tip. Electric pleasure shocks its way up through me and I howl, not in pain but in a kind of triumph.

  “That’s it Girlie. Let’s hear you scream. Don’t mind if some of us take advantage of that open mouth do you?”

  I have men standing either side of me, jerking off over my mouth and face. One leans right in towards me, his balls bouncing against my face as he works himself over me. Smelling musky, he dri
ps hot pre-cum over my lips. I want to take him in, suck him off, but I can’t control myself as the vibe ruthlessly works my pulsating clit.

  Another man slips his hand between my legs and around the vibe, pushing fingers inside me. The fingers plunge in and crook upwards, rubbing hard inside me against my g-spot.

  Orgasm is irresistible The tension builds in me, pressure rising from within and I squirm helplessly against the rising climax, wanting to thrash around, but still pinned by grinning men. For a moment I meet my Master’s eyes. He is standing back, simply watching, but his own erection trembles upright against the flat of his stomach. Though his face is serious, his eyes are smiling, crinkling at the corners as he sees my welling orgasm.

  Explosively I come, hips bucking so hard that the hands holding me actually lose their grip. Tipping my head back, eyes squeezed tight shut, I scream, dimly aware that hot cum, from several directions, is shooting into my open mouth and over my face. My own juices run hot and free.

  The vibe continues working me. The fingers are still inside me. Their owner must surely feel the repeated clenching of my pussy muscles as throbbing rapture ripples through me.

  As the moment passes, I collapse back, inert and spent, the glory fading.

  The owner of the vibe speaks again. “My turn now Girlie. On your knees.” Again I am lifted bodily and this time pressed down to the floor on my knees. Vibe-man pushes his cock at my face. “Open wide.” and obediently, I gape to accept him.

  As I wrap my lips around his throbbing shaft, he grabs the back of my head with both hands, moving me back and forth to the rhythm he wants. Not gentle, he pushes in and back, right to my throat, as I do my best to accommodate him. Stretching my jaws wide, trying to wrap lips around my teeth, I suck and lick as best I can, but he is mainly interested into simply plunging in, making me gag as his cock penetrates my throat.

  I can’t take this. I can’t. Spluttering and choking, my eyes watering, I am beginning to panic when, of a sudden, he withdraws and cums, spurting over my face and breasts.

  Barely do I have time to register that this one has done, when I am pushed down onto all fours and a cock pushes into me from behind, fucking me hard, balls banging, hands kneading my breasts.

  Another minute and this one finishes too. How many are left? I can’t take too much more.

  Another cock fills me, pounds into me, spurts and withdraws. And another. Surely this must be all of them?

  No, my Master and Michael are still there. Neither of them has cum in, on or over me. Looking around, I see my Master watching me, frowning slightly. He strides over, grabs me by a wrist and pulls me upright.

  “Okay folks. She’s had enough for one night. You’ve all had a turn.”

  I am surprised. “Master? But you and Michael haven’t…”

  He cuts me off. “Michael and I will be taking you home now, where’s it’s a little quieter.”

  Will there be any protest at my leaving? Apparently not. The rest of the group have apparently all fucked themselves out on me, at least for tonight.

  I am still naked, sweating and dripping with a mix of body fluids. I really want a bath. And I ache inside. My inner muscles are now thoroughly non-virginal, but totally over-exercised. I need a rest.

  “Come on Charlotte.” Says Michael, wrapping a blanket round me. “Let’s get you back home.”

  I start to walk but totter uncertainly. Michael sweeps me up in his arms and carries me out to the car.

  As we leave the room a voice calls after me. “Lovely to meet you Charlotte. Perhaps another night eh?”

  A second voice shouts. “Me too. I’m happy to help get your college fees up too.”

  “Me too.”

  “And me.”

  A long soak in a hot bath and a meal later, I am feeling much better and wondering if my Master and Michael will expect anything more of me tonight. I hope not. Walking bow-legged is hard work.

  But I needn’t have worried. My Master brings me a hot chocolate and packs me off to bed. “Sleep Charlotte. You’ll be better for it tomorrow and we’ll all enjoy ourselves then.”

  And I do sleep, very well.

  ____________________________

  The following day, we again have a ‘day off’. My Master and Michael take me to the beach, where we eat ice cream, frolic in the waves together before swimming well out to sea, and later baste ourselves on the sands under hot sun. Michael forgets to reapply his tanning lotion after swimming and his face turns quite red against his blond hair.

  Lunch is sea food paella with wine; a dry rosé, pink as the prawns in the food and smelling of fresh flowers and summer days.

  Later, back in my Master’s apartment, lying on the bed in the mirrored room, my Master lies to one side of me, stroking my stomach. Michael is to the other side, leaning over me, suckling a nipple. I ask him “What did you mean exactly? My other virginity?”

  Michael releases the nipple, smiling. “I was hoping you were going to ask that. Let me show you.” Then he hesitates. “Are you alright with this? You took quite a lot last night.”

  “I’m fine.” I reassure him. “Though I’ll admit that I was happier when you just let me sleep last night, but today was lovely. I feel ready for anything again.”

  Michael grins at me. “A gentleman always knows when the lady’s had enough. But I’ll try to rise to your challenge.” He winks at me as he makes his double-entendre.

  My Master’s hands pull at me gently, urging me to roll over, onto my stomach. Michael parts my legs with his hands then kneels between them. Lifting me at the hips, he pulls me up onto all fours, then guides me to turn a little, my face to the edge of the bed.

  Getting up, my Master opens a drawer, passes something to him and then sits on a chair beside the bed, watching. His cock is growing, twitching and stiffening. I watch it swell as Michael, behind me, slips his hands between my legs. Despite the remnants of an internal ache, I am already moistening in anticipation of what is to come, but also, I feel an extra slipperiness to his fingers.

  He fondles my bud, plays with my pussy lips and runs fingers through my swelling folds. Then one hand still flicking at my clit, the other slides upwards, past my moistening pussy.

  For a moment, Michael fumbles, his other hand leaving my clit, then there is a sudden chill, a cold moisture - lube?

  The hand returns to its work on my sweet spot, but now chilly wet fingers hover over my ass hole.

  One circles, pressing lightly, then a little harder. Circling all the time, it pushes inside me, stretching outwards against the ring muscle as it goes, opening me up.

  As I realise fully what is going to happen next, I am breathing heavily. My arousal does combat with nerves. Trembling and sweating, my pulse beginning to race, I feel Michael move close up behind me, his hands sliding to my waist, then round and down to my breasts, his erection pressing up against my swollen and gaping pussy.

  As he fondles me, tweaking one nipple, pinching at the other, he says “I can’t resist some of this first. You’re dripping.” And his cock slips into me, sliding easily into my warm core, filling me. I face my Master, who is gently stroking his own trembling erection, watching in silence, holding my gaze.

  Michael pulls out from my pussy, again fumbles for a moment and then nuzzles his cock at my ass. It feels cold against my own heat - more lube?

  He pushes slowly into me. For a moment there is pain, white heat bites at me and I whimper uncontrollably. Instantly he pauses, retracting a little. And the hot/cold burn ceases. Then there is that chill again and cold moisture on my crack.

  Again, Michael presses slowly inwards, and this time there is no pain. In and ever inwards he pushes his cock. It’s intense. I feel I’m sucking him in, engulfing him. I feel every inch as he slowly penetrates me.

  My breath is not fast, but it is deep, and my heart pounds. My face is heating up, perspiration running down my forehead, and I feel certain that I am flushing from at least the breasts upwards.

  Gla
ncing up, my Master is still looking at me. Not at where Michael is sheathing his cock in my ass, but at my face. He doesn’t speak, but he tilts his head, the question in his eyes.

  “I’m okay.” I say. “It’s alright.”

  He smiles a long, slow smile, then offers his now fully erect cock to my mouth. As I reach to take it, tasting the slow salty-sweet droplet of fluid atop the head, he rests his hands on my shoulders.

  Michael is completely inside me, motionless, for now. I am acutely conscious of the sensation of being filled, of the unusual pressure within me, of the stretchy-achy-pleasure of having a man’s fully hard and swollen cock up my ass.

  Glancing slantwise to the mirrors, I see myself, on hands and knees, my Master’s erection in my mouth, Michael bending over me, inside me to the rear. I feel as though I am at the eye of the hurricane, a brief lull before the storm.