Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover novel Chapter 654

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.” 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 in 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, all 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 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 around 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.

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.

Glancing 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.

Michael starts first, gradually pulling out, then once again sinking his shaft into my heat. Slowly, oh so slowly, he builds. There is no pain. No burn. Only the sensation of fullness, of sheathing him to the full.

He builds speed, moving to a pulse-beat rhythm that matches my own rate of breathing.

My Master starts to move too. Sliding his long cock in and out of my mouth, a steady stream flowing over my tongue, which I try greedily to swallow. My mouth plugged as it is, swallowing is difficult and pre-cum trickles down from my lips, dribbling down my chin.