The Master's Child

Chapter 9: Target, Part 9

Charlotte – Nineteen Weeks

Michael pulls himself, naked, up from the pool, shivering off water. Then turning, he offers Beth a hand, pulling her up and out. He's already hard, his erection flagging a little from the coolness of the water but firming up again in the warm air.

Pulling out a seat from the table, he arranges it under the shade of the umbrella, then turns to Beth, offering her a light robe. "Make yourself comfortable. Don't catch the sun."

Richard, looks to her, speaking with mock severity. "You've come on a long way since the day Michael first agreed to be your 'Birthday Present'. You ask him for something like that, but not me?"

Beth blinks. "It's different with you, Master."

I'm not sure Richard is pleased by her answer. "How? How is it different?"

My Master rises from his seat with a smooth grace, standing over me, looking down. Straight-faced, nonetheless, his dark eyes crinkle at the corners. "Richard, you're Beth's Dom. Michael is her Lover. Just as it is between Michael, Charlotte and myself. It's a different relationship."

Richard inhales, stretching up, hands clasped behind his neck, looking up at the sky.

Does he get that?

Then he chuckles, scratching the side of his nose. "So, Charlotte, what do you think? Two out-and-out Doms and your Lover?"

Before I can answer, my Master breaks in. "Charlotte, are you ready to oblige your cousin? Beth would like a show."

Arousal thrills through me. My Master already bulges in his trunks. Richard too. Noticeably, he shares my Master's expression of apparent severity. I'm not fooled. They're both enjoying this.

Michael is well ahead of them, his erection already at full mast. I know that there were times, when we first knew each other, that he was reluctant to 'share' me. Apparently, Richard is an exception to this.

My Master says, "Why don't you lie down Michael." He gestures to the lounger. "I think we can start off with Charlotte straddling you and take it from there."

Michael, his grin very white in the sunshine, lies down, arranging himself, c**k ahoy. Richard and my Master each offer me a hand, pulling me to my feet, then my Master grips me from behind by the shoulders. "Richard, would you care to undress Charlotte?"

"My pleasure."

His voice is soft, but as he squares up to me, I see the 'Dom' take over. My 'undressing', such as it is, consists of Richard seizing the hem of my robe and lifting it up and away.

Then he stands back, travelling me with his eyes as my Master slips hands from my shoulders and down. One palm cups the swelling of my belly. The other glides further south, winding through the curls at the vee of my thighs, then dipping in. His face close by mine, the indrawing of his breath is loud, the exhalation warm on my cheek.

"Warm and wet and as ready as ever," he murmurs. He kisses my cheek then, "I believe you know what is expected of you now, Charlotte." A palm between my shoulder blades, he gives me a gentle shove towards Michael.

Three of them...

All together...

My insides liquefying, already the heat rises in my face.

From his position flat out on the lounger, Michael's smile grows broader as he offers out a hand. "You coming on board, Babe?"

And as I swing a leg over the lounger and Michael's flag-pole groin, from behind, hands steady me...

... Four hands, holding me at shoulders and waist, fingers gripping in until, poised over Michael, his erection eased against my warming entrance, I lower myself, taking him inside me.

Stretching me...

Gradually filling me...

My Lover...

My Husband...

It's so sweet...

Electricity pulses up through my core, taking my flesh with it. All of itself, my p***y tightens and clutches around him.

The hands behind me shift. To my left, one hand settles to cup a breast, another to tweak at the n****e. To my right, fingers comb through my hair, massaging my scalp then drawing my hair together into a tight handful.

Beth sits, watching, lips parted, her breathing rapid and shallow. Through the thin shift, her breasts rise and fall, her face is sheened and her eyes are wide and brilliant. Green irises war with huge black pupils.

From behind me, Richard's voice: "Elizabeth, play with yourself. Let us see you. And turn so that Michael can see you too."

At his words, inside me, Michael's shaft, already huge, twitches and swells even further. Gripping me, both hands at the hips, he lifts me a little, an inch or two, holding me steady as, first gently, then more strongly, he thrusts up.

The hand gripping my hair twists. "Richard wants to see his c**k in your mouth Charlotte. So does Beth. Open wide."

Even if I wanted to resist, I couldn't. Slowly, inexorably, my head is steered around.

From behind me the sound of rustling fabric then, Richard, naked, erect, moves to face me, stooping to softly kiss me.

Then thumbing over my lips, he pushes inwards, pushing past my teeth. "Open up, Charlotte." Easing his thumb inside. "Wider."

He stands for a long moment, looking down at me, his thumb pressed into my mouth.

I have that odd feeling I get at these moments:

My Master, dark-eyed, dark-haired, severe. Michael, blond, blue-eyed, so beautiful...

Richard is dark-haired but blue-eyed and with that touch of steel that adds to his air of power. I'm not sure if he knows that himself, but it is so ingrained that it is simply a part of him.

And I'm sure Beth recognises it too; something of what drew her to him at the beginning and which holds her now.

He presses down on my jaw with the thumb, widening my gape. "That's good."

Then he withdraws it, instead moving closer to offer me his seeping erection, wiping salty tangy pre-c*m over my lips. "Lick it away, Charlotte."

But I don't need telling, lapping at the briny treat, first from my lips then from the oozing slit of his shaft where a dewdrop, a bright bead in the sunshine, trembles on the purplish head.

I want to take him in, to suck and lick at this delicious c**k-sicle, but rocked by Michael's pumping, I can't hold steady. As I bob up and down, Richard's erection escapes me. I reach again, mouth wide and this time, Richard pushes forward and in, anchoring himself on my mouth.

My Master's hands leave me briefly. Again; the rustle of fabric; then I am grasped once more. Pulling me firmly back by the shoulders, he props me with his body, steadying me, the press of his erection against my spine, sandwiched between my body and his, my sweat and his pre-c*m lubricating his movement.

Curving a hand around, he plants a palm on my chest. The other knots into my hair, restraining me further, and sweet arousal spikes through me to where Michael thrusts up from below. My cunt pulsates and clutches at him while Richard works himself into my mouth, a steady salt-sweet trickle as he face-f***s me.

I feel rather than hear my Master's groan, vibrating through my ribs as his c**k is repeatedly squeezed and released by the movement of my body. A low, quaking rumble, it echoes through bone and flesh, like thunder down to my core and spiking arousal to my clit.

Blood pounds in my skull, drumming behind my ear and, through squeezed lids, sending light and dark kaleidoscoping behind my eyes.

From offside, another groan, a female sound, and I flicker lids open again.

Beth: she's f*****g herself, fingers gleaming as she dips in deep, then out again to rub at her bud.

Michael flicks eyes across to her, his hips still undulating under me: an easy flowing motion, his c**k in and out... in and out...

His eyes, so blue against his tan, hold her for a few moments before, looking up again, he smiles. He releases one of my hips briefly to stroke my face. "Okay, Babe?"

Heat flushing up my neck and cheeks, I break free of Richards's streaming erection just long enough for a muffled, "Mmmmff, yes," before he claims my mouth again.

His grin relaxes to a smile then, gliding the hand down, he smooths over a breast, tilting his head as he does so. His pupils are wide and black against a rim of blue as, cupping my breast, he thumbs at a n****e.

Then the hand slides south again to stroke over my belly, and back to the hip, supporting me once more as he lunges upwards.

Beth, her face and breasts and swollen belly aflame, thighs and fingers shiny, fixes her eyes on mine as she works herself, plunging fingers deep into the vee of her thighs... Then her gaze goes opaque and she whimpers, her head falling forward as she f***s herself through orgasm.

Richard, so close to me, shudders, looking alternately between his climaxing wife and his erection in my mouth. The soft musk of his groin and the sweet tang of his flow over my tongue send my arousal spiralling upwards to climax: a whirling tornado, that as I shift my gaze upwards, is reflected in his eyes. The heat I see there warms me more than the sunshine, passion simmering.

He bucks, head dropping forward. "f**k, Charlotte." His voice rasps as, abruptly, he pulls clear and spurts, splashing over my face.

He pulses; once, twice, thrice, his c*m trickling over down over my skin then, wiping my face with a palm, he stoops to open his mouth over mine.

What passes between us? I don't have a name for it. But as the smile unfolds from his eyes, his kiss is hot and dark and deep, and after a moment, my Master relinquishes his hold on my hair, releasing me to him.

Under me, Michael grunts, his fingers sinking into my flesh. His head presses back and his mouth flings wide... "Christ..."

Behind me, my Master's shaft rubs against my spine: firm, yet yielding; hard but smooth, as he slides higher then lower, and up against me, slick and warm as he works himself against me...

And higher, his chest pressed against my shoulders, the thump of his heartbeat quickens, thundering against my body: faster, harder...

More...

He stiffens, groaning, and wet heat splashes behind me.

And that's enough: the Rush takes me, my own flesh pulsating, my sight going blind, my awareness turning inside as wave after pleasurable wave ripples through my s*x and my thighs, making heart and head pound. Even the tips of my fingers tingle...

Until, sated, my p***y hums to a stop, purring in satisfaction.

God, but that was good...

My Master presses against me; his hard body to my spine, his face to the crook of my neck and shoulder, his breathing deep, heavy, gradually easing...

Richard looks to Beth, turns briefly to me, caressing my face, then returns to his wife. Arms outstretched, "My Love..."

I drop to my hands, and a grinning, though softening, Michael reaches for my swinging t**s with his mouth and hands

His voice is muffled. "Thank you very much..."

Stars behind my eyes, my heartbeat pounds downhill, slowing bit by bit. Getting my breathing back to a handleable level, I unhitch from Michael and then, with a bit of help from my Master, lower myself onto the next lounger.

Michael hauls himself upright. "I think that calls for cold drinks all round." And tugging on a pair of shorts, he vanishes inside.

I lie back, still descending from the heavens. "Oh, that was great. But it's going to wear me to a sliver."

My Master eyes me slant-wise, his mouth twitching. "So, you're not enjoying having three husbands?"

There's a twinkle in his eye, but the question sobers me. "Is that really what's happening? I know we talked... Michael and Beth... but..."

My Master, my husband de facto, sits by me, stroking my hand. "I'd say that is what is happening, yes. The reality of the situation." His brow creases. "Does that bother you?"

Does it?

"It seems terribly... greedy... of me to have three husbands."

"Why?" He swings an arm, gesturing to Richard and Beth, locked in a close embrace, murmuring to each other. "You have always liked and respected Richard..." Richard notices, nodding but returns his attention to Beth. "... And you were attracted to him the moment you met."

And on that, I'm still uncertain of what to say.

My Master pauses, then seems to feel the need to fill the silence. "None of us will be left bereft. Lost. Abandoned. Whatever children our group produces will be protected, loved... cherished.... Alright, so the first child is, biologically speaking, yours and mine. The second will be Beth's and Richard's. And you have promised the next to Michael. But the biological relationships are beside the point. Children need a loving family. Ours will always have that. So long as they are nurtured and raised by adults who love them, what does the exact parentage matter?"

"I'm... never sure what to make of Richard."

My Master tilts his head, brow wrinkling. "In what way?"

"How he feels about me... No... What he thinks of me. I mean... he... seems attracted to me, but he loves Beth so much. I don't know..."

My Master shrugs. "You could say the same for Michael. He loves you deeply, but nonetheless is also attracted to Beth. I would say it is both the similarities and the contrasts between the pair of you that is the attraction. Physically so alike. Emotionally so unalike. And..." He mulls for a moment... "I suspect it is the same for Richard. In his case he is, um..." He rocks his hand back and forth... "He is coming from the other end, as it were." His lips twitch again.

Devilment stirs in me. "And you, Master?"

He leans close, slipping his hand behind my head and looping my ponytail into his fingers. Steering my face to his, "I am yours. And I have been since the days I saw a pair of green eyes in an auction catalogue."

And his mouth falls over mine.